Busta Rhymes

Busta Rhymes - What The Fuck You Want songtekst

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Flipmode motherfuckas
 What the fuck you want
 What the fuck nigga
 What you want
 What the fuck nigga (We gon hit it down like this nigga what)
 Check it out
 I be
 Testing your fate and wrecking your face
 Invading your space
 And watch the tables turn like you're trading a place
 I pull stunts like evil kadeival
 Me and my people fly like an eagle
 And blow your entire cathingil
 Hurry hurry
 Don't worry worry
 Hit y'all with a flurry flurry of jazz
 Leaving y'all niggas blurry blurry
 Brew up some shit like I'm cooking for y'all
 When I'm done then I come looking for y'all
 (Huh huh hold up hold up)
 Federal cases cause nuff bodies end up in medical places
 In they blood finding them chemical traces
 Leaving special investigators going through skeptical phases
 While we getting money the decimal changes
 I was a seven-day affentice apprentice
 Now I strike with a vengeance
 Blowing the door right up off of the hinges
 This be that put you out of your misery song
 And make you ask your man is this the joint he dissing me on
 That's when I ask
 Chorus:
 What the fuck nigga what you want
 What the fuck nigga what you want
 What the fuck nigga what you want
 What the fuck nigga what you want
 What the fuck nigga what you want
 What the fuck nigga what you want
 What the fuck nigga what you want
 What the fuck nigga what you want
 What the fuck nigga what you want
 What the fuck nigga what you want
 What the fuck nigga
 Moving your muscle and doing the hustle
 See nowadays we getting money like rustle
 Who really wanna tussle
 Challenge the super saber in a nigga
 Blast the challenger way out of space like Galica nigga
 Battle star Galactica cross my diameter nigga
 Derange your whole circular shape into triangular nigga
 Yo
 So what it was my fault
 That I had to bring this shit to a screaming halt
 What you need to do is open up the vault
 That's why I make sure that my vest will be on
 So when I blast you and your additional stress will be gone
 Then I sprinkle just a little bit of salt on your plans
 And watch your shit shrivel up right in the palm of my hands
 I ain't afraid of ya
 But I thank all of my niggas for saving ya
 I was about to take you back
 To when your mother was making ya
 Clapping you up
 Slapping you up
 Trapping you up
 Holding you hostage
 Duck taping and Saran wrapping you up
 Yo
 First she was sober
 I smell aroma
 Put you in a Trans
 And slip into an irreversible coma
 Fuck y'all cubic zirconium niggas it's over
 Closing in on all y'all niggas
 While we're moving in a little closer
 Then I evaluate and elaborate
 Confiscate your shit and dare your ass to retaliate
 That's when I ask
 Chorus (2x
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Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: Extinction Level Event (1998)

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