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busta rhymes - get what i'm saying lyrics

[intro: clinton sparks]
richmond, virginia
boston
new york city
clinton sparks

[verse 1: busta rhymes]
don’t get it f+cked up p+ssy, you know how to act
and i’m single+handedly carrying new york on my back
now listen up close i continue to boast on these n+ggas
i continue to flow while concealin’ a toast on these n+ggas
and keep a smile up on my face, ‘cause i don’t mean you no harm
focus on my bread huggin’ somethin’ as long as my arm
like a ak or a ar i rip off your limbs
as a last resort ‘cause i’m tryna let money live
sh+t’s so hot up in the street now it’s nicknamed “pressure cooker”
should’ve stayed bangin’ in your trunk, ‘til you put a tear in your woofer
pop the top push your automatic drop and then
cop another strip you could probably hustle that now i’m watchin’ you flop
while i focus my aim on you n+ggas stop watchin’ the dot
stop actin’ like you got some kinda strength you know that you ain’t got
ain’t it beautiful? the way you see me k!llin’ the street
i’m so on fire that i can’t describe the level of my heat

[chorus: labba, clinton sparks]
you better get what i’m sayin’
get what i’m sayin’
flipmode we ain’t playin’ (shouts out seattle)
flipmode we ain’t playin’ (pittsburgh)
get what i’m sayin’ (montreal)
get what i’m sayin’
flipmode we ain’t playin’ (australia)
(belgium)
(yes we back and we hot)
[verse 2: labba]
young, black, fat
puffy ass n+gga
crime meet king and i came to do some k!llings
i gotta get millions
better yet billions
my shoes big enough to fit king kong in ‘em
i got shottas, what’s up poppa?
you don’t like me? well that’s cool
in fact, off the f+ckin’ head sh+t, really don’t excite me
welcome to fire town, usa
i came to cause a motherf+ckin’ pound, clown
wit’ my left hand, ‘cause i am the mans
when you come around here, don’t get lost around here
‘cause you gonna meet the doc, that will take away your friends ‘cause
flipmode n+gga we winnin’ by landslides

[chorus: labba]
get what i am sayin’
get what i am sayin’
flipmode we ain’t playin’
flipmode we ain’t playin’
get what i am sayin’
flipmode we ain’t playin’

[verse 3: spliff star]
you not ready bwoi
shots will cripple ya from the semi then get and have your belly leakin’ all on your street
‘cause he’s a batty bwoi
i know your status you f+ggot step and pop nothin’ or hurt nothin’ on these streets
i hope you get what i am sayin’
none to n+ggas you steady comin’ full steam
i got to run and makin’ my money money
them n+ggas stay bummin’
i stay doin’ higher things, flyin’ in private planes
around the world know my name
i got a lotta fame
i got a lotta things
i got [?] a n+gga get a lotta f+ckin’ brains
i conserve what i got
flipmode we back and we hot
you motherf+ckers play position don’t get shot on the spot
you finna
[chorus: labba, clinton sparks]
get what i am sayin’
get what i am sayin’
flipmode we ain’t playin’
flipmode we ain’t playin’
get what i am sayin’ (shouts out violator)
get what i am sayin’
flipmode we ain’t playin’ (interscope records)
flipmode we ain’t playin’

- busta rhymes lyrics

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