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There's only one Lyricsby Mary J. Blige Buy album CD: Other Songs N - T [Busta Rhymes] Roll wit a nigga, put on some roller skates [laughs] yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Come on! Hot shit! More more more more more more! We gon continue to give it to you muhfuckas like this Put ya fuckin roller skates on! Yeah, hennessy niggas Yeah, more weed niggas I know it feel good come on, talk to ya beat (Huh) Thug niggas, yo we here to straight recruit y'all New millini niggas yo we here to straight salute y'all (Shoot y'all) Wack niggas we here to mute y'all And drop shit to make all you niggas just get the boot y'all, baby Wiggle ya shit one time (come on) Fuck you and your whole entire click combined (come on) ...Whatever the cost now, floss now Show you niggas who be the boss now All across the board wild they be bouncin my obstacle course now Sparkle with a gloss pushin a force now Now I get my wine and dine on, slide on A dick of a nigga who bust in you to get his shine on See some real live chicks sippin them mistics They buggin on how they let a nigga up in 'em this quick Don't get it twisted or we'll bring the most reliable (what!) We bringin that shit that be so undeniable [Chorus: Mary] Y'all wanna know who we with Busta Rhymes and there's only one You know my man is always rockin shit We keep it street cause that's where we're from You comin out to do your thing Underground heat to the club we bring And you know that we got this And you know that we got this [Busta] (Hugh) Brand new, all the way down the line From the new bounce the new money down to the newest shine Wit the new blue nine though I had to bust it a few times Watch these funny niggas and analyze all the true signs In due time we will accumulate, illuminate My click will fuck up the money you allowin your crew to make Yeah, and while we step up in the hot spot And fuck with these bitches until somebody start to bust shots Niggas duck for a second make sure they ain't the ones got To start the party against me (Ho) and yell blood clot! Everything be goin on from chicks blowin kisses Straight wildin out while these niggas surround these freak bitches Once somebody else started bustin they heat vicious I started holdin my toast, defendin all my street riches Up in the club champagne up in the ice bucket Now these niggas is wildin and throwin they drinks (Fuck it!) [Chorus] [Mary] Now don't get mad, cause what you had Too bad it didn't last And now we're back on this Busta track And now the games on smash [Busta] Yeah, all my live niggas get yours Floss heavy, all my bitches bounce on the floor Check it, squads deep with niggas everybody on Make the livest motherfuckers wanna bounce to my song Check it, my niggas organize, analyze the teamwork And how a bad shorty rockin that Rah Digga T-shirt And keep it goin while you tag along, swing along And see my niggas that be reppin while you sing along [Chorus - repeat 2X] [Busta and Mary ad lib]
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