madd rapper – bongo break lyrics
(feat. busta rhymes)
[intro: madd rapper/busta rhymes]
[madd rapper:] oh sh-t
what da f-ck yo
[busta rhymes:] yeah yeah
[madd rapper:] anotha colabo
busta rhymes
[busta rhymes:] flipmode crazy cat catalogue m-th-f-ckers, ayight
[madd rapper:]for the street n-gg-z
word up brooklyn
[busta rhymes:] uh huh
[madd rapper:]rhyme specialist
word up, watcha back
[busta rhymes:] word bond
[verse 1: madd rapper/busta rhymes]
[busta rhymes:] yo yo, f-ck it my n-gg-z, you know we gon ill
f-got n-gg-z need to be quiet, and let da god build
[madd rapper:] ay yo, word, peace of the god, you know sh-t is real
still wonderin’ how it feel, to hold a half-a-mil
dey f-cked wit a weak lawyer, and signed a wacked deal
[busta rhymes:] type of sh-t that’ll have you walk wit da illest ice grill
masquerade and sherade of robberies, n-gg-z stand still
[madd rapper:] we take nickles, pennies, dimes, quarters, and dollar bills
better run for the hills, and bounce wit da cat skillz
my whole team feel, wit cats its no frills
[busta rhymes:] da type to wet n-gg-z, whenever dey mack spill
rehe-rs- robbin’ n-gg-z, like dey rehearsin’ a fire drill
randomly run up on n-gg-z, at dey free will
[madd rapper:] we strip down n-gg-z, and spend doe for cheap thrills
[busta rhymes:] a couple of broke strippers, hustlin’ birth control pills
we send dem broke b-tches, to boothes on roosevelt field
[hook: madd rapper/busta rhymes(together)]
live n-gg- standin’ right there, yeah
my live b-tches standin’ right there
and if ya ridin’ in ya truck and ya don’t giva a f-ck
turn it up to ten until ya’ll n-gg-z can’t hear, yeah
live n-gg- standin’ right there, yeah
my live b-tches standin’ right there
and if you ever in da front and ya smokin’ a blunt
and you don’t give a f-ck blow ya smoke up in da air
[verse 2: madd rapper]
in case you forgot, ima six floor n-gg-
a corner store, dollar and a dream, a big four n-gg-
i spit raw n-gg-, don’t know nuttin’
all i know is i want ya doe, and hoes be frontin’
word, a forty-five certified rap phenomenon,
after da gold and platinum
hated on me first, i’m mad at dem
so i gotcha when dey sleep, and i squeeze my gat on dem
flaten’ dem, live at da garden i’m packin’ dem
d-dot beats, i’m trackin’ dem, attackin’ dem
namin’ names on records, gettin’ back at dem
closet -ss h-m- n-gg-z actin’ masculine
pack a gun, just in case too many of you run up in my face
wit all dat b-ss, act like yall can’t get scr-ped
straight erase, and take yo place
m-th- f-ckaz
[hook:]
[verse 3: busta rhymes]
check it out, this goes out to all my n-gg-z, i’m givin’ you a shout
try and figure this out, word up
i’m talkin’ to all my live m-th-f-ckaz who stay
f-ckin’ chicken head crews, and bonafied d-ck suckaz
n-gg-z rollin’ wild wips wit a great stash for
da boomin’ system, burnin’ like a portable sound clash
f-ck meaty bone b-tches, who stocked wit a round -ss
livin’ on a cell phone and gettin’ hed in an e-cl-ss
please p-ss the l, why you cradlin’ sh-t
type of n-gg-z to swindle you for yours ? sh-t
a dis ain’t a game n-gg-
we damage yo frame n-gg-z
yo i could give a f-ck everyday robbin’ da same n-gg-
bark on da same n-gg-, make you know how to act
and blast a low budget on even a high calibur cat
word to my mother sometimes i think its kinda funny
how i stay stackin’ whether its mines or another n-gg-z money
[hook]
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