Da Beatminerz Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Take That

f/ Flipmode Squad, Vinia Mojica

 

 [Rampage]

 Mr. Walt, Evil Dee, Universal

 Flipmode, check it out

 Ha!

 

 [Rampage]

 My shit is sicker latte

 Backing out on niggas up at Jimmy's Cafe

 Puerto Rican mamis lookin' like Sole

 Take 'em to the crib then I fuck 'em that day (true)

 Kick them bitches out, you know my gun play (play)

 I'm gansgta, livin' street life everyday (day)

 Just like Scarface, I still punk the J's

 I gotta get mine, that's the America way, now

 

 [Baby Sham]

 Jump out the whip, I'm not the type of nigga that trip

 Somethin' sick from the nozzle, wanted large when it spit

 Hittin' you up, lettin' you bleed in the seat of your truck

 And flee the scene when the smoke clear, quiet as fuck

 Startin' to lose it, for me that is realer than music

 Hold ya plaque up to ya chest and blow right through it

 Eight bars on some next shit, probably don't fit

 But that don't mean for me to keep quiet and zip up my lips

 

 * Vinia Mojica harmonizes in background of hook

 

 [Hook - Busta Rhymes]

 My real niggas wildin' up in the spot

 I know y'all niggas want it

 What up, what up

 (Take that nigga!)

 To all my bitches gettin' rowdy with us

 I know my bitches want it

 What up, what up

 (Take that bitches! Take that!)

 Weak niggas (Take that!)

 Motherfuckers (Take that!)

 All my bitches (Take that!)

 Thug niggas (Take that!)

 East coast (Take that!)

 West coast (Take that!)

 Dirty south (Take that!)

 Well if you want it (Take that!)

 

 [Roc Marciano]

 Gangsta nigga

 I lace cats, blooded and sober, fuck who you know of

 You don't want it, I push 'em dougher

 I told you once I'm grippin' the auto

 I tap your jawbone, take your broad home, in a Volvo

 It's good I can rap, so you don't catch bullets in your back

 And for most that can't see me, I put my foot in they ass

 Word, if I catch your ass sleepin' get clapped

 Like some applause, I can't afford weak links

 I'm too strong, niggas are meek

 

 [Spliff Star]

 In a heartbeat I spark the heat

 Who wanna start some beef, then catch a hot one in they meat

 Turn to savage like a caveman, with the guns blazin'

 Executioner style, brains on the pavement

 Nigga face it, you thought I live a basement

 Thought I'd be dead somewhere, or incarcerated

 I'm too slick, FBI suck a dick

 Your son is my fan, plus your daughters my bitch

 

 [Hook - Busta Rhymes]

 

 [Rah Digga]

 Yea, with my rhymes hittin'

 I specialize, Grimy spittin' more grimy

 Than the lucy with some chinese chicken

 Now your writin' under pressure 'til your fingers start to blister

 Lookin' like some shit on the neck from rusty flippers

 In my BM, fillin' the tank with my Pediem, call 'em as I see 'em

 Underground swingin' to the +Masters+

 Tigers Woods liked the goods, tryed to turn a new leaf

 Just can't fight the hood

 

 [Busta Rhymes]

 Na-na, na-na-na-na, na-na

 Now let me rip it right, will hit y'all with the

 Big, gigantic, oversized, BLADOW!!

 It's so amazing how we stuff shit up

 How we blaze it, and we fuck shit up

 Like when the bitch give me head

 And I bust and she suck shit up

 Like a motherfuckin' suction-cup

 So turn this motherfuckin' truck shit up

 While I be spillin' this shit with no remorse

 See how we killin' this shit

 

 [Hook - Busta Rhymes]