you ain’t fuckin’ wit me lyrics – busta rhymes

yea. aiyyo uncle pat, turn up the beat just a lil’ more for me bruh
yea. [imitating the beat]
this sound like frankenstein’s baby, yea

[verse one]
busta rhymes! you know we live and in color (color)
sh*t b*tter hot, but just a little mo’ gutter (gutter)
smash sh*t regularly, word to my mother
show love for the b*tches and put it down for my brudda (brudda)
hot b*tter funk make it rain, close the shutter – violate
catch it from one of my b*tches, boxcutter (cutter)
ahh, articulate! feels so great
that i can bless my n*gg*z with sh*t they appreciate (‘ciate)
no jive y’all n*gg*z can take a nosedive
sh*t so live b*tches wanna give me a high five (five)
unghhh! f*ck it, it is a must we hold grands
get with the program and f*ck b*tches who love to hold (hands)
foul sh*t, way out of order
f*ck sh*t up leave b*tches hot and sweaty drippin buckets of water (water)
disorderly conduct, will erupt
when the live sh*t come on n*gg*z do what they wanna (wanna)
aight b*tches, now show yo’ *sses

[chorus]
the sh*t we droppin be sure to get y’all movin (get the f*ck up)
we keep it poppin, feel how gangsta the loop is (we keep it boppin)
(we keep it gangsta muh’f*cka)
and it ain’t no stoppin the way that we gon’ do this
now what you want me to say? say you ain’t f*ckin with me-ahhhhhhh
(what the f*ck, c’mon)

[verse two]
huh, you see i got so much new hot sh*t stored
got you givin me an award, floored a couple on the come up
stretched a few, put ’em flat on they back
and laid ’em stiffer than a board, the way i make my n*gg*z applaud
my price tag, just to show up the sh*t
might be somethin you can’t afford
make you say the lord is my shepherd, how we astonish
move forward on novice n*gg*z like cedric ceballos with a hot song
now n*gg*z know we rock on, c*ck-strong
all y’all n*gg*z is straight popcorn, ahh!
talk the trash, comin forth get past lie duke
p*ss shorty with the big horse *ss (*ss)
now ain’t no stoppin how we comin full blast
mix the fire with gas, that’s how we put it on smash (smash)
no lie, never deny – so hot we cook the sh*t well done
just like a deep fish fry; unnnghh, snap crackle and pop
what we drop and how we keep sh*t comin
how we maneuver so fly (fly), so high is where we gon’ take it
controllin the land, controllin the sea
now we control the whole sky; perhaps make n*gg*z collapse
make b*tches shake they sh*t to the floor
and feel the soul up in my raps and your face is the gutter we slap
make you crash all in your whip when you drive
i hope your seatbelt’s strapped, aight n*gg*z! now throw yo’ hands up.

[chorus]

[busta rhymes]
yeah, this sound like. the music to frankenberry or some sh*t
the f*ckin. groovy ghoulies and friends or somethin [laughing]

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