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Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Busta Rhymes - Bill Gates (Remix) Lyrics

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Busta Rhymes - Bill Gates (Remix)

yeah, yeah, yeah
ok , here comes the great white shark a little .. poe
my money is like a fat .. she has a cash role,
combination, locks saves , ..and small faces call me ..
….just the street like … i turn the a circle of squares like a ..maker
but i have it even …pocket paper, but the strong .. and every hood …unlocked ..
and why we’re wondering who’s tat nigga coming .. like the voice of god
do you speak of thundering ….
you’d better watch your step you did ex me who’s the
i don’t call you son, because you sound like …father
‘cause our father ...they respect me and immortalize me like a ..

..that you think it’s funny ‘cause they hundred in my ...
what’s the issue …is so official with the steady got .. if you ain’t know niggas cash
should i … creepy with … undisputed with the spit i …is the champ
it don’t matter if you debate you wanna …
and corporate the god …and every religious ..

…that the niggas ..niggas share an ambulance
i got blood with my hands if i ..couple niggas
…smoke that … drop it niggas out
..i’ll do it, i do it like … i got … witness
bad b*tches … my stomach hurt …
sounds of the gun the b*tch … all right niggas nuts ..big big ..
they call it ..yes i do the .. smoke.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Busta Rhymes - The Heist Lyrics

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Busta Rhymes - The Heist (Ft. Ghostface Killah & Raekwon)

Straight up nigga, I'm a money nigga man
You know what time it is wit me, yo
That's right
Take the track, cut the heads off, split it down the middle man
Take the bones out man for real
Yeah all applepie yeah
Straight up, Flipmode BK king

[Ghostface Killah]
It was the best heist since ice
Precise rituals
Skated outta Jacob's wit the Fruit Loop jewels
Holdin a navy blue uzi
Krush Groovin waves off the atlas
Coolin, that's how we make movies
Basketball gun brawlers, bounce
Black down 'bill-a-head banks, Malibu colorful shanks
That's the way we live, Staten Island kid
Old dog in it, the thug vaccine wit no pork in it
Vivid imagination paper chasin
Dufflebag swollen, we holdin
Drink chocolate milk before we roll in
It's like that ya'll, we gangstas
Stickin all you Bay Ridge Benzes
I'm out to get erect, terrific shit be the diamond district
Tiffany's, pretty Valentine brick is on the second floor balcony
Gems is magnificent, diamonds is cryin
"Busta Rhymes take me, nevermind help!"

Aiyyo caught em at the ice pavilion
Dressy, salad bar style Nestle
Four white niggas, covered in vest pieces
Think like a mob flick
Guessin like Patsy in the mask, piece bust
Got aggravated, slapped the glass piece
One nigga beamin, faggot ass
Lay on the floor ya fuck!
Tied his broken arm to his Hush Puppies
Wrapped around trauma, everything realer than fuck
Tajuana left my nigga niece live comma
Three young Italians, suited down personal style
I'm in valour white designin on the 'dallions
Felt like some crackers was in back of me
Spit on the clerk, pass the Harry Winston set
Ghost backin me
Bust a shot, motored
Four male in paper work Lord
We get together once more before we blow this
Murdered nobody
Left em all baseball'd down, brotha
Three wicked ass 6's, Gucci colors

[Busta Rhymes]
MONEY! Drop dead on the floor
Nigga, pass the keys to the door
Pass me all the cash in the drawer
Or I promise you'll be payin the price
Feelin like a nigga died twice
Execute the world's greatest diamond heist
Ya'll niggas know we out to get this MONEY!
C'mon MONEY! 7x
Raekwon, Ghostface, Rocky Marce C'MON!
Let's get this money nigga

[Rocky Marciano]
Yeah we ?near the mind? out west
Somewhere in Africa
The Feds is after us, vest on my back
Whippin the Acuras, feel like a mac bustin
A rug in Preston on percussion
I'll bust in your gate, nigga it's nothin
A hail storm, ice rainin, mind containin
Info, nigga what you in for? Complainin
Sick bars deep in this language
Did I tell you how my day's spent?
Speakin through the face of Ronald Regan
Iceberg History, calligraphy
Colidescope colors, hollow-head shells and flarin gunmen
Hate to see me comin like gray skies on day of judgment
Makes you wonder where the love went
Hit a nigga, feed him to some buzzards
Put up numbers, plus I'm one to push his mug in
We duck in the safe, check what I'm huggin
Rocks the size of some shit, out in the congo
My arms full, let's get the fuck out, Busta I got you

[Busta Rhymes]
Aiyyo we do great study on fossils and stones like archeologists
Gem-ologists, collect the most priceless ices anonymous
Canary stones yellow like a pumpkin
Dunkin Donut precious size stones make me wanna cut the safe open
Rae pass the blowtorch, Ghost brought the dynamite stick
Marciano brought a chisel wit an ice pick
Princess cuts, invisible settings
Plannin the world's greatest diamond heist playin a tune by Otis Redding
Icicle cones hang from the ceiling just like stalagmites
Time to throw on a skully and tying a rag tight
Throwin light went off and in the basket
Grabbed the necklace from off the satin pillow while the glass casket
Ice lay across the crushed burgandy velvet
Up in the diamond slide-tray
Gun in your face, slide it right away
Roundtable with Habib, Mirishnokof, and the rest of them Jewish niggas
We got them niggas drunk and talkin foolish see
You know the way we straight manipulated the shit
We swindle them niggas for all their precious things before we skated and shit
Yeah, ya'll niggas know we skated early
Disguised ourselves as the cidic Jews and even left my sideburns curly
Bounce to Mexico and spend some pesos
And bury the diamonds on an island your never heard
Like Turks in Keikos
Everytime we hit, we in and out quick
Don't be surprised if we behind supplyin niggas all the platinum and shit

MONEY! 17x

Yeah, the world's greatest jewel heist
Thoroughly and successfully executed
By none other than Ghostface Killah, Raekwon the Chef
Rock Marciano and Busta Rhymes
A job well done fellas, very good piece of work

Friday, December 17, 2010

Busta Rhymes – Roman’s Revenge Remix Lyrics (ft. Nicki Minaj)

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Busta Rhymes – Roman’s Revenge Remix (ft. Nicki Minaj)

[Busta Rhymes: A Tribe Called Quest - "Scenario" Sample]
as I combine all the juice from the mind
Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come rewind
RRRAH RRRAH like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon…

[Nicki Minaj]
I am not Jasmine, I am Aladdin
So far ahead, these bums is laggin’
See me in that new thing, bums is gaggin’
I’m startin’ to feel like a dungeon dragon
Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
I’m startin’ to feel like a dungeon dragon
Look at my show footage, how these girls be spazzin’
So f-ck I look like gettin’ back to a has-been?
Yeah, I said it, has-been
Hang it up, flatscreen
(Haha) Plasma
Hey Nicki, hey Nicki, asthma
I got the pumps, it ain’t got medicine
I got bars, sentence’n
I’m a bad bitch, I’m a cunt
And I’ll kick that hoe, punt
Forced trauma, blunt
You play the back, bitch, I’m in the front
You need a job, this ain’t cuttin’ it
Nicki Minaj is who you ain’t f-ckin’ with
You li’l brag a lot, I beat you with a pad-a-lock
I am a movie, camera block
You outta work, I know it’s tough
But enough is enough

Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon

Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon

[Busts Rhymes]
Nicki, how you gon’ take my hot line and make it a hot song?
like I aint s’posed to step on ths shit like King Kong
see as a child I was born with an old soul
see I would breath heavy, flame would shoot out of my nose hole (haaa, haaa)
so much shit, diapers love to play with matches
and drink all the fluid outta lighters
from when I was a child I knew that most of y’al was
was diggin my news and watching biggest bugger
loose in the head, like f-ck what the law says
might be the mental with the permanent wrinkle in my forehead
boys head beef if you wanted to peak lane
murder n-ggas with the fire then bounce through a heat game
tie you up like bikes to a rail
and with your little cheap chain
and uncomfortable hang you from the side of a building
till see you been lame?
yo why’d you cut it off for?
don’t you see what I’m doing to this sh-t
supposed to know how I’m directing these flicks
and everywhere was you getting on the remix
cause this is something I’ve fathered and mastered
and plastered till they started calling me sick bastard
I’m drastic when it comes to reminding you
who’s responsible for the classic
and I burn a whole in the street like a was acid
everytime I jump on the beat this sh-t get tragic
while you getting your ass kicked
like a kick and a punch laps like two chops
kinda like pong ping
but ? freedom until he thinking he Tupac
we both ?, rope ‘em and them drag em a few blocks (horrible)
uh uh uhh, the muscle of the street move
part of me, ugh
suffering the beat
ugh, take an elbow and scuffle in the heat
like a n-gga that was grinding and was hustling for weeks
so I rush the rush than I black
then I came through when I gave the streets crack
controlling the function, throughout despair
everybody put your muthaf-cking hands in the air
thats how I do ‘em
I do the kind of sh-t you can’t imagine
you are one of the nicest and I aint bragging
I make em all surrender til they see white flags
and they recognise I’m the original dungeon dragon
rah rah, like a dungeon dragon
change your f-cking drawers cause your pants are sagging
try to step to this, I will twist you in a turban
and have u smelling rank, like some old stale urine