Busta Rhymes lyrics

Busta Rhymes lyrics

"Hey Ladies lyrics"

We're Gonna Win lyrics
We're gonna win Don't wanna be a loser - gonna win Cuz winnin' really is the only thing Get out of the way we're comin' in If ya wanna fight just step inside the ring Does anybody wanna take a swing? It's gotta be all or nothing Oh we're gonna be the champions Ya we're goin' all the way - we're gonna win win


Here we go now, yea
C'mon, yea, check it

[Verse One]
I said my solo jump off, been boomin since nine-six
My solo jump off, been boomin since nine-six
Hittin trippin the circuit breaker, flickin the light switch
The kid like is he known for givin you wild hits
I keep my name on the way on top of the now list
Bangin on every level, droppin the now shit
It's like the feelin after watchin a couple of (?) flick
And once you hear the kid, you'll be knowin the sound sick
Spaz in the club, watchin the crowd flip
That's when I knew the crown was up for whoever the crown fit
Nowadays while I go bag me a fine bitch
Bitch watchin my po
Where It Used To Break lyrics
How it happened I haven't a clue I just woke up one morning and was over you No hallelujah chorus, nothing written in the stars Just a peaceful feeling settled on my heart [CHORUS:] Oh no, there ain't no easy way No deed that you can do, no magic prayer that you can pray Oh yeah, time is what it takes To make
cket, seein we wild rich
Shorty hopin we smellin nothin like foul fish
While you swingin ass at the devil, claimin you righteous
A lot of haters I'm knowin you like this
While you floss unnecessarily, sippin on wild Crist'

[Chorus]
I say LADIES, my MERCEDES
Hold fo' in the back, two if you fat
Feel it all in your gut, your neck and your back
When you step up in the club I know you know how to act
Hey SOLDIERS, get your floss on
Va-let in the lot, park the Yukon
Shorty shakin her waist, and rippin her thong
Now all my people are muggin and singin the song, I'm sayin

[Verse Two]
Shit still boomin in two-thousand and thr
Bike Ride lyrics
Riding my bike to the store with my friends and comin' out with a blue slurpee lighting a match to a fuse and running really fast to get away from 80 hop on your Huffy let's go ride down suicide moon walk to beat it with a grass stain and scratch on your knee state of the art, pistol grip, black joystick I'm gonna kick your a
e
My shit still boomin in two-thousand and three
And we don't give a fuck about who you claimin to be
My jewels blind bitches where they ain't able to see
These fools try to talk just a little much to a G
They say the wrong shit, they head just might end upside of a tree
Clear my thoughts just a little, pass me a cup of tea
Takin different constant boats, from the land to the sea
I got my paper see, I ain't doin nuttin for free
Unless it's for the hood, it might cost you a small fee
Niggaz all in the street, whylin whippin the V
Clever from New York to Chicago back to the D
Check it, take it back like when I was flippin a ki
Bonin chicks, holdin tit
Lady Day lyrics
When she walked on down the street She was like a child staring at her feet But when she passed the bar And she heard the music play She had to go in and sing It had to be that way She had to go in and sing It had to be that way And I said no, no, no Oh, Lady Day And I said no, no, no Oh, Lady Day After the applause had
ties like they was Pamela Lee
You know I mastered the art and got it down to a tee
And keep it goin add enough spice, we holdin the recipe
Big paper we makin, all of my crew agree
Stack more and bust up a bottle of Hennessy
In case you niggaz ain't even knowin my pedigree
Invested in resorts for the niggaz who go and ski
If you ain't know the streets is belongin to me
I get my people from the hood and then take 'em all on a spree shoppin
While you niggaz is busy coppin the pleas
We busy blowin frontin like you ain't knowin my stee'

[Chorus]

Yea, snap yo' fingers, c'mon
[heavy breathing]
Here we go now, yea
C'mon