we put it down for y’all lyrics – busta rhymes

sh*t is about to get real serious
busta rhymes, flipmode squad, swizz beatz check it out

yo, it’s like tic tac toe
god is back, make b*tches say, “hoe”
blow sh*t, roast sh*t ‘n’ down in waco
big foot raps n*gg*, let’s make dough
pull up to the lot, valet the range rove
flier than a motherf*cker, all day glow
in the club n*gg*, glow in the dark and lay low
bang your head to this sh*t while the beat plays slow
junior varsity n*gg*s while we play pro
ringside seats, we all in the same row
like a crew of b*tches pull up in dodge durangos
and how we dazzle these b*tches with how we change flows
we take your slot, how a b*tch take half
and rock chains with pieces the size of sp*cecrafts
you know what i rep, that’s flipmode squad
wildin’ like a thousand n*gg*s up in the wreck yard

callin’ all live n*gg*s
booyah!
callin’ all live b*tches
ooh ooh!
yes, i hold a pound for y’all
say what?
busta rhymes hold it down for y’all
get money!
callin’ all live n*gg*s
booyah!
callin’ all live b*tches
ooh ooh!
yes, i hold a crown for y’all
say what?
flipmode put it down for y’all
yea, yea!

yea, yo, the empire strikes back
sh*t is official, street n*gg*s fight back
the way we set it off even the b*tches might black
raunchy as f*ck, even they like it like that
busta rhymes in this b*tch, you know, i got another batch
more hotter sh*t n*gg* strike another match
bang this sh*t in your truck, n*gg* open up the hatch
and hold on your jewels before your sh*t get sn*tched
better lock your doors, slide across the latch
before we figure out the next vic to catch
so much lyrics flowin’ to throw in a teacup
more crack for y’all, we just reed up
gutter like a p*ss test in a pee cup
switch the bounce for the streets, had to change the speed up
raw for the b*tches who thick and beefed up
strip a club, big t*tty b*tches double d cup
we all up in the truck, what the f*ck, we treed up
pure c*ke for n*gg*s, get skeed up
let me bang somethin’ hard on your head like vince carter
and charter jets for my n*gg*s with automatic starters
blow sh*t regular like the unibomber
surprise attack you, n*gg*s, like f*ckin’ pearl harbor
jailhouse raps, let it bang a little harder
while i rep for the fam, busta rhymes, the godfather

callin’ all live n*gg*s
booyah!
callin’ all live b*tches
ooh ooh!
yes, i hold a pound for y’all
say what?
busta rhymes hold it down for y’all
get money!
callin’ all live n*gg*s
booyah!
callin’ all live b*tches
ooh ooh!
yes, i hold a crown for y’all
say what?
flipmode put it down for y’all
yea, yea!

callin all live n*gg*s
callin’ all live n*gg*s
booyah!
callin’ all live b*tches
ooh ooh!
yes, i hold a pound for y’all
say what?
busta rhymes hold it down for y’all
get money!
callin’ all live n*gg*s
booyah!
callin’ all live b*tches
ooh ooh!
yes, i hold a crown for y’all
say what?
flipmode put it down for y’all
yea, yea, yea!

so remarkable
cl*ssic rugged n*gg* music
big truck sh*t
twenty inch rims on a uconn or somethin’
a f*ckin’ escalade, navigator

/ busta rhymes lyrics