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BUSTA RHYMES lyrics - When Disaster Strikes

We Could Take It Outside

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[Intro: Rampage (Baby Sham)] That's that joint (You know that ain't doin it again) Uh, do it! Do it! [Verse One: Rampage] I'm a _Natural Born Killa_ that's _Born to Rise_ +Flipmode is de Squad+ so it's no surprise Niggas want to advertise about how we get down You fuck around leave your body in the lost and found How you like me now? We got the industry on lock The world is on shock I'm a take a piece of the rock Yo, you feel it in the heart when we took you to the park Midnight after dark, I'm the raider of the lost ark (ark echo's) [Verse Two: Serious] Now na na na na na na, nana nah Super size, super size, right before your eyes I bring in treats like giant sweet potato pies Wise, sword shift and I spit on flies Killing all the tips from studio spies Head to bed, beddie bye, beddie bye Don't ask why, we'll take your ass to paradise Flipmode's the Squad don't rest, don't try Peace to my people in the friendly sky Peace to my outer space ties [Verse Three: Spliff Star] I'm in leather like the ladies Bigger than crack in the 80's {*echoes*} Drive the buggy I Mercedes Blow up like C-4 Got so much to live for Can't play the game no more Pick up the cain no more Brothers ain't the same no more Try to sweat me, what am I aiming for Get yourself caught up Faggot ass tore up In the worst way, the only way you can stop me is cock your glock and shot me Drop me, pop me, make sure you that you got me Cause anytime I live I'm comin back to find you poppy [Chorus: Busta Rhymes (all)] What y'all niggas wanna do? (Yo we can take it outside) Ya'll niggas want something? (Yo we can take it outside) What y'all niggas wanna do? (Yo we can take it outside) Ya'll niggas want something? (Yo we can take it outside) [Verse Four: Baby Sham] Push up in the hot rod, alley cats a rah rah All my flipmode in the backseats with chrome nods Hear to bust mine Nigga frat child let his brain fry Pretty boy sliced up philly contact from his red eye You failed to realize when you macks me you drop the plastic Run up in your crib, now you heat me from the mattress My crew expanded, QB is where we landed Yellow strip you crossed it Now I'm forcing you to drink this Sham's potion Show me were loaded The desert eagle hear it cockin' Lovin my doggie While we shinin' continue flossin [Break: Busta Rhymes (Lord Have Mercy)] (Flipmode, Flipmode) Killa kids Flipmode we are, 'mode we are.. [Verse Five: Rah Digga] Fuck steppin on toes I crush the whole shoe Pronto like Cru till I'm Triumphant like Wu The shit you talkin crazy like niggas turnin in their hand guns I be burnin MC's like Betty grandson Smokin grey poupon boy Two lines, I chew rhymes and make niggas fall like they was futons Rah Digga, all day Outsidaz, this Squad be Flipmode We get a dick rode a whole shitload [Chorus] [Verse Six: Lord Have Mercy] We the official g-u-rilla to lead militias That pillage, americana Spit sentences like, venomous iguanas Reminisce the promise Bring drama like Nicaragua Fatigues march, army leaders, they count crooked drug dollars And sip fresh squeezed milk from the titties of llamas Leave cities in carnage Pretty as farmers that pour whiskey at harvest and hold 16 bananas Maintain, maintain, maintain I reign like Mussolini's iron fists Try on this, you can't see me like vagina lips Smugglin diamond chips, bubblin anonymous The dominant will resource and count on script crews and world wars {*echoes*} [Verse Seven: Busta Rhymes] Yo, you better practice what you preach I got 7 MC's at 10 G's a show each Never interfere and shit, souvenirs for your ears and shit Clear poetry like William Shakespeare and shit Word is bond checkin me out Hey what you talkin about You lost and you walkin about Niggas got beef they really want to chill and start talkin it out Hey, oh my god, y'all nigga be buggin me out Wish they could lay me down and have the police start chalkin me out Now I zoom in on you and my niggas start stalkin you out Chuck down that bullshit that you be callin about This one's for my people and my niggas up North The ruler shit dynasty but Flipmode finally come fourth Exports and imports hittin you with flavors of all sorts My squad comin through, chop off your ear [Chorus] - repeat 2X

Bitch Please II

EMINEM "The Marshall Mathers LP"
(feat. Dr. Dre, Nate Dogg, Snoop Dogg, Xzibit) [Dre] Yeah whattup Detroit [Snoop] Nu-uh, nu-uh nuh-no he didn't! Ahhh! They didn't do it again, what-what, what-what Did you shit on these niggaz two times Dr. Dre [Dre] Oh fo' sho'! [Snoop] Uh-uh, naw, ya smell that This is special right here What-what, what-what-what Yeah, it's a toast to the boogie baby Uhh, to the boogie-oogie-oogie Yeah, y'know! What's crackin Dre [Dr. Dre] Just let me lay back and kick some mo' simplistic pimp shit on Slim's shit and start riots like Limp Bizkit (Limp Bizkit) Throw on 'Guilty Conscience' at concerts and watch mosh pits til motherfuckers knock each other unconcious (Watch out now!) Some of these crowds that Slim draws is rowdy as Crenshaw Boulevard when it's packed and fulla cars Some of these crowds me and Snoop draw +IS+ niggaz from Crenshaw from Long Beach to South Central [*LOUD SCREAM*] Whoa, not these niggaz again These grown-ass ignorant men with hair-triggers again (Hehe) You and what army could harm me D-R-E and Shady, with Doggy from Long Beach (East-syde!) Came a long way, to makin these songs play It'll be a wrong move, to stare at me the wrong way I got a long uz', and I carry it all day (Blaow!) Sometimes it's like a nightmare, just bein Andre, but I.. [Snoop Dogg] somehow, someway - tell 'em, nigga You know about Dogg-ay (Snoop Dogg) Now let me cut these niggaz up and show em where da fuck I'm comin from I get the party crackin from the shit that I be spittin son Hit-and-run, get it done, get the funds, split and run Got about fifty gungs, and I love all of 'em the same - bang bang! Damn baby girl what's your name I forgot - what'd you say it was Damn a nigga buzzed Hangin in the club, with my nephew Eminem (Whassup Slim) Whattup cuz (Whattup Snoop) The Great White American Hope, done hooked up with the King of the motherfuckin West coast, bay-bayy! [Chorus: Nate Dogg (+Snoop)] And you don't really wanna fuck, with me Only nigga that I trust, is me Fuck around and make me bust, this heat [Snoop] That's, the devil, they always wanna dance [Xzibit] I'm the Head Nigga In Charge, I'm watchin you move You're found dead in your garage, with ten o'clock news coverage Gotta love it, cause I expose the facade Your little lungs is too small to hotbox with God All jokes aside, come bounce with us Standin over you with a twelve gauge, about to bust It's like ashes to ashes and dust to dust I might leave in the bodybag, but never in cuffs So who do you trust They just not rugged enough When things get rough I'm in the club shootin with Puff Bitch, please - you must have a mental disease Assume the position and get back down on your knees - c'mon [Chorus 2X] [Eminem - impersonating Snoop] Awww naww, big Slim Dogg Eighty pound balls, dick six inch long Back up, in the, heezy BAY-BAY He's Sha-day! [Snoop] He's so cra-zay! [Eminem] Hahaha! Gimme the mic, let me recite, 'til Timothy White pickets outside the Interscope offices every night What if he's right I'm just a criminal, makin a living off of the world's misery - what in the world gives me the right to say what I like, and walk around flippin the bird Livin the urban life, like a white kid from the 'burbs Dreamin at night of screamin at mom, schemin to leave Run away from home and grow to be as evil as me I just want you all to notice me and people to see that somewhere deep down, there's a decent human being in me It just can't be found, so the reason you've been seeing this me is cause this is me now, the recent dude who's being this mean So when you see me, dressin up like a nerd on TV or heard the CD usin the fag word so freely it's just me being me, here want me to tone it down [*LOWER pitch*] Suck my fuckin dick, you faggot You happy now Look here [Eminem - impersonating Snoop] I start some trouble everywhere that I go (that I go) Ask the bouncers in the club cause they know (cause they know) I start some shit they throw me out the back do' (the back do') Come back and shoot the club up with a fo'-fo' (a fo'-fo') [Chorus 2X] [Xzibit] 2001 and forever Slim Shady, Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg, X to the Z, Nate Dogg C'mon, yeah!!

Heavenly Divine

JEDI MIND TRICKS "Violent By Design"
Yo, Yo, Yo Jedi Mind Heavenly Divine Steadily Shine Ikon The Fucking Hologram Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo [Ikon The H Ologram:] Another Sacrificial Lamb That died at the hands of Hologram Send Him Into The Dungeon And Plunder His Fucking Plan Holy Land Who Spit The Live Shit The Do Or Die In The Jail, Jedi Mind Shit The Hot Shit Live Raps Crack Your Jaw Like Who's The Avenger And Who's At The Center Of War I Left The Scar So Your Crabs Would Over Sand Mental Will Dent You And Take You To A Holy Land, Lord Know The Man Sharp Blades Slash Your Vitals Recitals Will Fight You And Entice You To Burn Bibles Homicidal Hologram Burn Churches Murders By Sticking A Crucifix Through Your Cervix Divine Purpose For The Remi That's In My Thermos Wait And See We'll Stick You With Needles That's Hypodermic You Heard The Verdict I'm With Allah Cause He Chose Me Broke Into The Vattican Strangled The Pope With His Rosary What, What What What, What, What What What What [Chorus: x4] Jedi Mind Heavenly Divine Steadily Shine In '99 What What [Jus Allah:] Mc's Face Terror Wherever My Sounds Audible Man From Third World Portal Battle Mortals Who Slaughter U Seen Inside The Visions Of Beyond The Dwellings Of Omn Existent In Islamic Patheon Flows Got Degrees All My Clothes Got The Scent Of Trees I Lay Back And Blow Sacks Like Kenny G's Power Blast Whackin My Path Devoured Fast I'll Leave With A Grain Of Sand In Lifes Hour Glass Devise A Spell Make Demons Rise Out Of Hell Grad U By Your Lapelles And Rob U Of Your Outer Shells Feel The I'll Dire Messire And Hell Fire Launch Writers Put Your Jaw On A Gauze Wire Jedi Swordsmen Your Rap Is A Foul Fortune Besides Well Be Tossin Your Body Into A Coffin Insane Damage Is Done Your Fuckin With The Army We Beat The Skulls In The Shape Of A Wet Bag Of Laundry What, Yea Yea [Chorus x4] [Ikon:] Yo The Gods Around, The Dramatarzan [Jus Allah:] Your Fibical Light, Law Of The Titans [Ikon:] We Like A Fucking Bolt Of Lightning [Jus Allah:] The Three Wisemen [Ikon:] We At Levels That Defy Men [Jus Allah:] Watch Out For Fake Heads Deviled The Skysmen [Ikon:] Arriving From The Dawn And Spawned With I'll Form [Jus Allah:] Battle Leave You Laying Dead In The womb Like Stillborns [Ikon:] The Master Herein [Jus Allah:] The Ominous The Master Spirit [Ikon:] Can't Understand The Language Of Rappers With Bile Lyrics [Jus Allah:] Ikon The Python [Ikon:] Rappers Are Left Strangled [Jus Allah:] I Overlook The Earth Cause I See It From Sun's Angle [Ikon:] Above The Clouds [Jus Allah:] We Set High, We Daze Write A Page On How You Enslave The Worldly Way [Ikon:] Islamic Marksmen [Jus Allah:] Seeing The Squad Then... [Ikon:] ... Could Be Your Fatal Mistake [Jus Allah:] Like The First Sins Of Adam In The Garden [Ikon:] You Feel Sorrow I Projected Is All Apollo [Jus Allah:] Explore Realms You Left Too Confused To Follow [Ikon:] Invite Your Town To Absorb The Sniper Rounds [Jus Allah:] Illadelph, Shamballah, Nigga Staying Underground [Chorus x4]


EMINEM "Straight From The Lab EP"
[Intro] Yo, check it out, it's fucked up, and I don't see either one of us budging [Verse] I'm withholding my anger Though I'd like to be the strangler Of this punk ass little pussy's puny neck It's my right to insist That he acknowledge my existence But he just displays complete lack of respect That's what he says to himself As he uses magazines to trash me As he sits with both feet up at his desk Smokes a bag of his weed And starts imagining things And he just can't see that he's manically depressed And in his jealousy and envy It just whirls him in a frenzy As he turns on MTV and sees my face He don't exist in this world So he just twists and he twirls Spirals and spins till he hurls himself into rage And it's destroying him slowly Cuz he does not even know me Even though he sees me everywhere he goes So he just tortures himself He has no fortune and wealth So he extorts someone else to get his dough And now he's acting like a bully So he tries to push and pull me But he knows that he can't fool me so he's mad He has no choice but to scream And raise his voice up at me Cuz it annoys him to see that I ain't scared [Chorus] You aint no motherfucking (bully) And I aint bowing to no motherfucking (bully) I won't allow it, aint gon coward to no (bully) I'll be damned if I don't stand up to a (bully) Fight like a man and throw my hands up to a (bully...) And I know it must be fucking with you emotionall(y...) [Verse] Now I'm not trying to make no more enemies No more unfortunately There's so many motherfuckers that just are They just keep pounding at me Now that I'm down with 50 Suddenly now I got beef with this faggot Ja' [laughter] But his ass is such a puppet Irv could shove his whole hand up it And just make him say what he wants him to say But Suge has Irv's on a string And Irv's so nervous that he Says anything to this man to keep him at bay So now Ja thinks that he's so tough And Murder Inc.'s the big bad wolf And they go huff and puff and blow our label down But our building's made out of bricks So you ain't taking out shit I dawg you just did a song with Bobby Brown So now you try to pull a race card And it backfires in your face hard Cuz you know we don't play that black and white shit Plus this stylist that you fucked When you was ecstasied up Was just a man who's dressed up as a white bitch [Chorus] You must be taking to much (E...) [Verse] Now what bothers me the most About hip-hop is we so close To picking up where we left off with Big and Pac We just lost Jam Master J Big L got blasted away Plus we lost Bugs, Slang Toungue, and Freaky Ta It's like a never-ending cycle That just seems to come full circle Everybody's gotta be so fucking hard I'm not excluding myself Cuz I been stupid as well I been known to lose it when someone says something smart But as we grow as men We learn to let shit go, but then again There's only so much bullshit we can really stand We all got reps to uphold When someone steps on our toes It's no exception, it goes for every man But if Irv really gave a fuck About Ja like he claims he does He'd wake him up and make his boy get off them drugs But he just keeps feeding him pills So if that E doesn't kill him Someone from G-Unit will and I ain't buzzed Dawg, I'm talking to you straight If the situation escalates Any worse, we're gonna lose another soldier to this game And if I get killed for this rap I got a million in cash That says I will get you back in Halie's name [Chorus] Irvine, get your boy off that (E...) [Spoken] Get at me, dawg Holla

Crazy Cats

Buddha Monk "Prophecy"
[Intro: Buddha Monk] I figure I give you niggaz this one, drunk off the liquor This is for all you crazy cats This is how its goin down I'm seein my shit *echo* (Wha-wha-wha-what? Wha-what? (Wha-wha-wha-what? Wha-what? Wha-wha-what? what?) [Chorus x4: Buddha Monk] Straight out the Zu of valleys and rats Comes those crazy cats, those crazy cats [Buddha Monk] This ain't a normal presentation, an all-star performance For all you non-belivers and Riker's pe-verts Blinkin with the Monk will get ya swallowin ya pride in chunks, while my flow just blows ya mind up Get ya groove on on, but watch ya set Mines on ya lawn, blowin up ya set From the gate, I drop smart bombs on the fake For the most, I roast and toast a nigga in any coast This vigilante, known to be drunk off this Hennessey Fuck with me nigga, that's like you dyin in your own enequity Zu ministry, back washed kins set the mind free Come follow me on this journey as the flows reach the air breeze B-U-D-D-H-A M-O-N-K, representer on the Brooklyn Zu thing What's next? Brooklyn brawler, run for the border And shit gets worse, once I drink the firewater [Chorus x4] [Buddha Monk] It's the party master, rap slasher, bone cracker From here, now and after, catch this Brooklyn Zu rapture Thoughts travel from pions just to make you niggaz be gone Only drop atomic bombs, pose calm, now bring it on Your lame ass, I'll smack that ass, blast you quick-fast You niggaz make me laugh, every time I hear you on the wax The body catches whip-lash from the shit that I'll spit fast It's gon' be the number one seller, played by my man Bobby Dash You won't be next to flex this, Stretch Armstrong just blessed this The lurch said I'm feelin it, Evil Dee said I'm killin it The drug blood, I'ma smoke this one bud and show my people out there appreciation for givin me love (Wha-wha-wha-what? Wha-what?) (Wha-wha-wha-what? Wha-what?) (Wha-wha-wha-what? Wha-what?) (Wha-wha-wha-what? Wha-what?) [Chorus x4] [Outro: Unknown voice] Power, equality, Allah sees equality To the whole Atlas, this is from the Manchuz, God All God squad, Manchuz and Brooklyn Zu, the Zu Ninjaz I'd like to say peace to everybody in the World Do the knowledge first so you don't forfeit That devil's uncivilization, it's that trick-knowlogy that has you You asked, it was many years before you were convinced to be even born Born thru reality, Yacub's, no terminology or trick-knowlogy Peace

I Know The Rule

Fatal Hussein "In The Line Of Fire"
Verse one I blow'em over wit the club scene try don for my nine thousand thugs in the clubs that love green one step behind Hussin dogs the don me and I'm well bomb on ya kind like Vietnam against all odds get cha Benz or rocks me and kada go against all fog dog from jeerz infotrate all herds my last words who gone blast and serve they told me never say never but I never stay alive hold me, look in my eyes, say I'm never gonna die blast pass, ya half ass, staff like Casses Clay pass the tray, pound gripped wit the satin pistol packin' fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back release me to the care, of my heartless strap hung over from Hennessy, wit a menace in Tennessee to creep like, burglars heraldin' all you suckas in the industry Chorus I know the rules, you all tryin' to change'em cuz, you a star, wit ya video models you be frontin' at the bar, me and my thuggs in back, sippin Yack relax, tat it down, jus dyin' to go out wit macks I know the rules, you all tryin' to change'em cuz, you a star, wit ya video hoes you be frontin' at the bar, me and my thuggs in back, sippin Yack relax, tat it down, jus dyin' to go out wit macks Verse two It get's hectic yall, switch the rules get cha tools, my motor for runnin' down cuz ya bitch inproved, reelected as any, as respected outlaw glocks, got it locked, wit all these blocks connected from the east to the west, back home wit tha vest seen it all and still ball, a dog you can't impress cores ya soul, wit this gold mic molest when I blow'em ain't nothin' less, drinkin' in front of ? don't get prayed over and laid, picked from bein' pounded tha 41. wit the quick flip speed rounded, clothes you identify bitch made niggaz, I got a point I'm out ta minimize, down goes ya squad and ya C.E.O, to step in the streets, steadily infectin' ya crew he betta act, or get smacked, wit the ten mack two Chorus Verse three Secerts of war, we bust if we must plus and handle business, when you jealous playas fuck wit us, turn the party out soon as they whip the lime beocardy out it's all we out, been up all night, when the guards be out call me out, picture perfect life, when I live it run ya part of town like Emmitt, only five minutes in it Militant minded, combined wit a sentence all you fake thug niggas, ya crimes ain't constant even po-nine, they give me mine from a distant my chain dangle, hold the Henny on a strange angle aim and bang you, who the fuck you tryin' run ya game to it's crunch time, I'm servin'em when it's lunch time give me mines, stealin' ya hoe, and I'll throw just one rhyme yall niggas squealin', my thuggs is still dealin' got niggas hittin' the ceilin', on them fiffty story buildings clack back the strap, give me that wit the equipment Chorus To all my thuggs, all around the muthafuckin' county nation world wide, keep on sittin' in the back, wit that Yack keepin' it real, yall know who it go dowwnnnnnnn Fatal dog once again, for my outlaw niggas keep it comin', none muthafuckin' stop Kadafi rest in peace, my nigga 'pac rest in peace

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