here we go again lyrics – busta rhymes

yeah
(uh)
the rulership
(word)

anarchy n*gg*s
(yeah yeah)
spliff starr
(spliff starr)

bus-a-bus
(bus-a-bus)
roc marci
(roc marci)

rah digga
(rah digga)
baby sham
(baby sham)

rampage
(rampage)
yeah, another voyage n*gg*
(another one)

one two three
come on

here we go again
y’all n*gg*s know we have to give it to you
here we go again
now feel this banger while it’s running through you

here we go again
we come to hit y’all with that n*gg* music
here we go again
more sh*t for y’all gon’ hear the drug abuse it

here we go again
now watch the way we always blow the spot
here we go again
we f*ck sh*t up and take the sh*t you got

here we go again
flipmode you know we always bring it
(what?)
bring it
(what?)

bring it
(what?)
bring it
(what?)
bring it

i’m a real wise guy, you can’t f*ck with me
you could catch a quick bullet like brandon lee
carry my squad on my back like a mpv
i got a sick paddle log that’s banned from tv

charge your whole squad a hundred cc
straight from the streets, learn from og’s
rocks ain’t nothing my jewels is deep freeze
blood, sweat and tears, gotta stack the g’s

they don’t
wanna see me twenty pounds heavier
on the cellular
they wanna see me shot and bellied up

i tell you what
when i’m switching my whips
i bury one
walk around in the streets with heavy guns

bust it, marinate in your self-source
a couple sh*lls to dry you out to a pale horse
smashing your image take it back
then we crack with a villain, scratching my d-d*ck
plus be the rapper to liquid

spliff starr, rampage, rah digga, roc marci
baby sham, busta rhymes, dj scratchator
flipmode squad
mutha f*cker, what y’all n*gg*s want
yeah, you know we always gonna give it to you
hardcore

i double drop kick n*gg*s
run around evict n*gg*s
give it to you full blown
like hiv sick n*gg*s

act like you know b
i watch you die slowly
tapped action
like charles d*ck to kobe

was a blood spilling
smack a f*ggot from the village
steam boil cabbage
and hurt your momma feelings

run you off the court
defeat you at your sport
spit, pop and twist n*gg*s
like moet corks

what now
hardcore sounds
we sn*tch crowns
too much mouth
you lay down
we clear crowds

send a large threat
what you expect
for me to get rich n*gg*
and blow off my set
never that

i’ma rep flipmode
till the sky’s black
turn to macks
and hear how we murdered this track
do you feel me dogs

six blocks
ninety-six buildings
brick walls
still push rock
’cause i’m the source

now, make noise one time for the tight little swinger
posing in flicks sticking up my middle finger
everybody trying to get they little shine these days
make a b*tch cold flip back to my grimy ways

ball in my court, those who lack sport
tear they *ss to the roof without the black thought
coming on the scene thinking you the don juan type
crimes have you p*ssing all in your sean don

here we go now
now what the f*ck y’all n*gg*s want
and how we blow
and give you all exactly what you want

see flipmode in the squad
whatever n*gg*s wanna try
we smash you in your face
and make it black around your eye

we ’bout to wreck it, no doubt
i’m â€~bout to hit y’all with some sh*t that make you
bug the f*ck out
and make y’all n*gg*s get real arrogant and
thug the f*ck out

and every time we in the spot
we always smash sh*t and make y’all n*gg*s
bust a slug out

here we go again
y’all n*gg*s know we have to give it to you
here we go again
now feel this banger while it’s running through you

here we go again
we come to hit y’all with that n*gg* music
here we go again
more sh*t for y’all gon’ hear the drug abuse it

here we go again
now watch the way we always blow the spot
here we go again
we f*ck sh*t up and take the sh*t you got

here we go again
flipmode you know we always bring it
(what?)
bring it
(what?)

bring it
(what?)
bring it
(what?)
bring it

ha, flipmode, new alb*m
labor day 2000
f*ckers, the rulership lp
flipmode squad, unstoppable
cut the sh*t off, cut it off

/ busta rhymes lyrics