show me what you got lyrics – busta rhymes

hoo!
yeah it’s another one of them marvelous sh*ts
yeah, flipmode, huh, busta rhymes sh*t, yeah
so remarkable, yeah
as i say it over and over again
from song to song, yeah, so remarkable
hah, heh, yeah, so remarkable

yo, yo, busta rhymes the immaculate raw
hardcore, riggady raw, lay n*gg*s flat on the floor
we climb into the back of the four
nonchalant flavor fo’ sure, timbs wit a aqua valor
flava like you never seen it before
ha, holy, sacred, and pure
flipmode, be on it fo’ sure
be incredible to settle the score
like a n*gg* shot you in the face, through the peephole in the door
from new york, down to singapore
keep you n*gg*s jumpin’ around, had the b*tches beggin fo’ more
street n*gg*s, yeah we speak for the poor
now we stack cheddar galore, when we shop and buy at the store
metaphor like nuclear war
i warned n*gg*s if you try to bite, sh*t i’ll leave a crack in your jaw
take the livest n*gg*s out on a tour
make a n*gg* black in the spot, make you wanna take off a door

(chorus:)
all my dogs who hustle everyday
all my dogs who hustle everyday now
own a store laundrymat around the way
and own a store laundrymat around the way now
we got to get it, yeah!
my n*gg*s, all my n*gg*s
show me what you got for me, what you got for me
all my n*gg*s what ya got for me
all my shorties who stay fresh everyday
all my shorties that stay fresh everyday
my get money b*tches who still hang around the way
all my get money b*tches that chill around the way now
we got to get it, yeah! we gotta…
my b*tches, all my b*tches, c’mon
tell me what you got for me
what you got for me, all my b*tches what you got for me

now, yo, we stay packin the toast
could give a f*ck, bust at a ghost
and end up on the front of the post
n*gg*s know that i be rockin the most
f*ckin ethiopian b*tches, living in the ivory coast
let me drug y’all n*gg*s up wit a dose
make you act just like you suppose’
watch a n*gg* playin me close
nowadays type of dough that we gross
i celebrate and throw me a roast
and get an old face for a host
we get it hype even when we be calm
n*gg*s know my word is my bond
when we come you know we the bomb
hypnotic sh*t, get you r*t*rded
shoulda known it was a bad move
f*ckin around and gettin me started
still whippin in the back of the truck
so what, not givin a f*ck
in the streets, livin it up
so what happened to the last n*gg* bust
could give a f*ck whoever he was
throw them n*gg*s outta the clubs
them n*gg*s all, sh*t turnin me off
tie ’em up, makin ’em cough
gag ’em in the throat wit a cloff
after that we go and wild for the night
make ’em know the style for the night
car low, pile for the night
you know we always give y’all n*gg*s a blaze
black it out and party for days
let y’all n*gg*s f*ck with the strays
f*ckin dimes at the end of the days
gettin money but it’s too late
got a n*gg* stuck in his ways

(chorus:)
all my dogs who hustle everyday
all my dogs who hustle everyday now
own a store laundrymat around the way
and own a store laundrymat around the way now
we got to get it, yeah!
my n*gg*s, all my n*gg*s
show me what you got for me, what you got for me
all my n*gg*s what ya got for me
all my shorties who stay fresh everyday
all my shorties that stay fresh everyday
my get money b*tches who still hang around the way
all my get money b*tches that chill around the way now
we got to get it, yeah! we gotta…
my b*tches, all my b*tches, c’mon
tell me what you got for me
what you got for me, all my b*tches what you got for me

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