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Flipmode Squad - Last Night lyrics
Busta Rhymes)(Chorus) Comin in the dance last night(uh hum) Busta boy fear last night(uh oh) Me couldn't find me nine(um hum) So me go pull out me knife(so me say) (repeat 2'x) (Spilff Star) A lot of brothers don't like me Screw me when the site me Pop a lot of shit but they scared to death to fight me See me on the stage wit Bust on some rap shit They see me in the club wit Bust on some lap shit Befrore this rap shit, it was the corner crack shit But now i'm on the world on some autograph shit Spliff-a-Spliff drop the 4 5th round the waiste So if you want war, let me deal with the case Ain't nothin to it, brother i got the heart to do it Blast in, cover the sidewalk wit ya fluid Ya niggas stupid, ya got brains, brother use it Ain't nithin gonna stop my black ass, from gettin cash On the real, that's how deeply i feel A born again hooligan, hungry for this meal Got the iced- out platinum rings that you wanna steal Come get it, watch ya whole shit get wetted Street colonel cat, got enough cats to set it So if you ain't doin shit , ya niggas need to dead it Watchin my money, it cost bullets in ya tummy It's all ral here, there ain't no fear here You mess around here, you catch ya death here I mean it, you could front, but you believe it Nigga guard your life before i turn around and steal it Look into my eyes and analyze what you deal wit If I can't find you, I take it out on who you be wit Type of bitch nigga i would never smoke a tree wit (Busta Rhymes)(Chorus) repeat 2's (Busta Rhymes) Nowadays we blow like smoke out the exhaust Contamenatin smoke still makin me cough I mean we bout to turn this wak shit off Wak niggas is sick wit the flu sippin chicken broth Now here's another winnin ripoff Gettin money, eatin fine cuisine like buttered shrimp and rice pilaf Stay heavily armed, Alakun Salom Watch you bitch ass suffer til you got to beg for ya moms Now turn the truck on, get ya fuck on, got you stuck on Stupid right between yo legs, get yo suck on drink bottles, treat niggas like Gus D'Amoto Eat avacado, soon to go purchase a white Diablo Niggas know my motto, lets get money, Macho Camacho Applaud another rapper, lets go collect the nacho Oh shit, hope you don't slip, another murder commit The episode comin on Teen Summit Little corny nigga talk too quick, think he slick Throwin a brick, yappin off, lyin on his dick Too late, you'll be the type o' nigga that I love to hate Brutally bust ya shit like a nigga turned primate Time of the year, feel great, clean slate Throw a nickle plate, property shoppin to but a landscape How they say street niggas 'ill never have Now we possess the 5S wit the cherry red Nav Doin things like signin graffiti on autograph Gettin so much money staff calculate the math Laugh you know the half, eyin in the stash Mediatin watch the wind blow the blunt ash You had a blast , now how long you gonna last Ice grillin for nothing, you make yoself ass Brace yoself one more time, know what i mean dun Violate cross the foul line, it be yo last one (Chorus til end |
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