[Busta Rhymes - talking]
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Yeah .. Come fuck wit us ..
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Yeah, ya'll know what to do to this shit
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Yeah, haha, streets
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We bout to do it again
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We bout to do it again
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We bout to do it again niggas
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I hope ya'll ready
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Check it, check it, c'mon, WOO
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[Busta Rhymes]
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Check out the technique
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C'mon, spit flow and bag up the next freaks
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Soldier wit a quicker ho that a live on the next street
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Over playa then do this shit again next week
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Gettin this paper, phat chicks up in the next Jeep
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Probably listen closer if you let the check speak
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I keep fire cause niggas respect heat
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Look, I spit fire then come up the best beats
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I said I pull the spot from here way down on South Beach major
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Globalize, then blow down a South Beach ager
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Check it, banana yellow G wagon for the whole saggin
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Feel the fox mink draggin on the floor watch it
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You really need to stop
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Just copped the rob blueberry Lamborghini drop
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C'mon, stay struntin with the mini bop
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Niggas know when we step in the place, the whole city stop
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[Chorus - Busta Rhymes (Meka)]
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Better tell 'em if they ain't know, put 'em on shorty
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(We know how you be doin it baby) How we be doin it baby
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(We know how you be takin it off) How we take it from 'em
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(We know how you be killin 'em baby) How we killin 'em
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(We know how you be ready to ball) c'mon, c'mon, you know we ready to do it
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(We know how you be drivin 'em crazy) Make 'em crazy now, c'mon
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(We know how you be breakin if off) You know we breakin it off, let's go
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(So come and get it down for me baby) Put it down now
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(And make it hot 'til they take it off)
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[Busta Rhymes]
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This is a shake down (c'mon)
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Weakin your whole shit ' til it break down (uh huh)
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Speak to the whole clique 'til we take down dudes
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Put the heat to 'em make them put the cake down dude (dude)
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Scrape down food (food), niggas stay hungry 'til the shit is over
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Spit and make the tape sound rude
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Ha, niggas get screwed, see they ain't really worth not a thing
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But only gettin on the stage to get booed
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Kennedy loft hos mackin at the top of the Trump Towers
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Rockin fly Versace, cherry cloth robes (robes)
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Like ghostface the most ready just for the glow
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Showcase the most, them niggas sure to blow
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No waste a time, you know we sure to grow
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I'm sayin no place a mine, is for them corny hos
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C'mon, with all this paper and the shit we copin
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We keepin it gully and know we always keep it poppin
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[Chorus]
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[Break - Busta Rhymes & Meka]
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Ha, get that money
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Come fuck wit us
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Hands in the sky
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Keep on livin
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Do your own thing
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All my people holla and let me hear ya reply
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Say take it off (TAKE IT OFF)
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Say take it off (YOU BETTER TAKE IT OFF)
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Say take it off (TAKE IT OFF)
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Say take it off (BETTER TAKE IT OFF)
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[Busta Rhymes]
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C'mon, ha, we hold a rock boy
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The way we on fire call a nigga hot boy
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Hot, we raise the level to we blow the spot boy
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And watch the water boil and spill over the pot boy
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Listen, I hope you know you need to stop boy
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Frontin and tryin be somethin you not boy
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Listen again we keep on bangin and pissin 'em off
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Spazzin on niggas until we silence or finish 'em off
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[Chorus]
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[*skit after the song is over*]
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[Male:] Yeah
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[Female:] Wait, wait, wait hold on
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[M:] Come on let me put it right here, what you doin? What you doin?
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[F:] Hold on, hold on, wait, wait, wait, got a rubber?
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[M:] I don't need no rubber, you look clean, wait the fuck you ain't go no pimples or nothin
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[F:] Na, na, you ain't runnin up in here without no jimmy
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[M:] Ah, you fuckin actin like that
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[F:] You better find one
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[M:] Aight so, aight so, hold on, hold on, don't yo
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[M:] Just stay, just like that, don't even, just stay
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[F:] I'm not leavin
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[M:] Aight cool, hold on, hold on
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[M:] I knew I had a condom what the fuck man (*crinkling noises*)
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[M:] Where the fuck is a condom when you need one?
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(*sounds of a horse galloping*)
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[Trojan Man:] It is I, Trojan Man! (*echo*)
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[M:] Oh shit, oh thank God it's you, you got a condom man?
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[TM:] No, I only have one trick cover left, and my hormones are risin
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| [TM:] And I want your bitch to taste it (*e |
