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Swizz Beatz - Endalay lyrics
f/ Busta Rhymes [Busta Rhymes] Dong, dong, dong Gahng, gahng, gahng gohng, gohng, gohng Oh that's crazy Swizz and Busta Come on! [Chorus:Busta Rhymes] Right before we run it all in the ground Motherfuckers know we shutting it down I dare y'all to say something Motherfuckers want to give me a pound Everytime we bring y'all niggas to say We dare y'all to say something! You can sit and watch the gat all the way round Motherfuckers no we holding the crown I dare y'all to say something! Before we bring this shit that'll flood your whole town Motherfuckers know we making y'all drown I dare y'all [Busta Rhymes] (hey yo)...Bus Rhymes holding the fort Read the report MVP of the sport You need to be taught (Come on) Snort whatever you snort We coming up court You know we never coming up short So fuck what you thought We high profile for this shit I smile for this shit I stack dough and make all my people just wil' for this shit Hold it now! We rolling it down We holding it down Thick money, folding it down in a hole in the ground Stash more loot than before A brute from before Tell the truth and get used to leaving you boots at the door We four, five, sixin' it up We fixing it up We keep the bitches stripping the way we be mixing it up Come out from wherever you are, whoever you are Incredible performance, their so unforgettable Star They'll never find the get because I threw the barreta too far Police go drive my whip, so I'm going to get a new car (What the Fuck!) Chorus: Busta Rhymes 1x [Swizz Beatz] (Yo Busta)...I was born in the ghetto, raised in the ghetto I was born in the ghetto, raised in the ghetto I was born in the ghetto, raised in the ghetto I bang out beats in cars with ho stacks Rap nigga putting out rock-n-roll tracks Anything with wheels, playa I drove that Y'all, six, Swizz, and Busta back I be hearing that I'm drugged out Because I be bangin them beats like I'm drugged out I threw gerdems on the bus, threw the dubs out One, niggas gettin robbed when the clubs out Dog, and it gets ugly, and the hood loves me, and your chick know me, plus your man owes me That clown don't pay They straight killing homie Y'all don't gotta like me, screw y'all , blow me I walk up in the club bitches want to go to breakfast Clowns lookin at me, niggas acting reckless Chorus:Busta Rhymes 1x [Busta Rhymes] I put my foot in your ass just like a kung-fu flick Bust my tool quick hitting with the force of a mule kick Spit fly shit as if I was bagging a new chick Instead of biting mines, it be best you bite on the true shit Funny how niggas be trying to do shit When I rock a light bling all my pinky gleam in the blue shit Bitches loving the way we always pass through shit The way we rep the gutter and bring you the brand new shit (Double Back!) Y'all niggas don't really want to trouble that Brass knuckle beat you stupid, with a belt buckle rap Couple cracks, some weed, back when we used to muscle that And take a niggas shit like we like we fighting to get our hustle back Used to be the shit, now you writing your suicidal rap Fronting like your the champ, trying to get your title back Remind me that, this could even cause a homicidal act And if you blaming the music, watch me write the title track The way that we kill and make you wanna cop that Fucking with corny niggas you need to STOP THAT SHIT! Come on, please just let a nigga pop that shit All in they trunk, you know you want to rock that Stay repping the struggle Busy pulling my man's up Shit we giving y'all niggas might even swell y'all glands up (STOP!) All of my niggas, all of my bitches stand up And rep whatever you repping And put your fucking hands up Chorus:Busta Rhymes 1x Endalay, Endalay, Arriba, Arriba motherfucker Endalay Move from around these parts! |
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