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busta rhymes - killin' em lyrics

“killin’ em”
(feat. ll cool j)

[hook]
you killin em baby (you know that baby)
you killin em baby (you know that baby)
you killin em baby (you know that baby)
you killin em baby (you know that baby)
you killin em baby (you know that baby)
you killin em baby (you know that baby)
you killin em baby (you know that baby)
you killin em baby (you know that baby)

[busta rhymes]
it’s getting warm in here; lemme roll my sleeves up
you fettuccine alfredo n-gg-s is gas
i respect your effort, but i’m afraid your -ss is trash
funny but i always seem to have the last laugh
and bag a b-tch with the potato bag -ss
yesterday i was quiet and made the -ss glad
today i dropped another heater and it made they -ss mad
f-ckers, we have got it in a bag and in the stash
then do the sh-t that make the b-tches act bad
see this moment is addictive motherf-cker
how i kill sh-t, they say, “he a vindictive motherf-cker”
i see the way n-gg-rs be hating when i get in the spot
they b-tches be hallucinating when i spit
ain’t no replacement when i quit so sick
got them singing i’m amazing when i sh-t
when they come and see the movie and they sit
they would come to witness it, i was the greatest in the flick

this movie has been brought to you by the conglomerate
uncle l, talk to ‘em!

[hook]

[ll cool j]
ladies love me, i’m on my breezy
uncle l, future of the funk
without my stamp on it, how this joint gonna b-mp?
let them taste the vintage, they want a free lunch
i guess they don’t know we playing ourselves, trump
our nose in the air looking all stopped up
this is the anti-hista-green for the broke pop sl-t
you wanna impress me? start manning up
say something that sound like you p-ss standing up
you’re lucky i made it out, the hood’s bad enough
get you for your gucci, leave your face tatted up
flash back the skunk, el producto blunt
more green behind me, the fake gold fronts
i ain’t drop a verse in like 36 months
all i see bs, y’all need to quick stunt
d-mn, right, like it’s midas when you touch
your career’s like a hymen: once it’s gone, you’re f-cked

[hook]

[busta rhymes]
now you know it’s impossible to stop me now, right?
you see i’m back to yoke up the game in a chokehold
put you to shame like the barrel was engraved in your nose hole
you gonna bounce to the next groove: i’m back b-tch
better get to rethinking your best move
money to get, beating the pavement, gotta go
where p-ssports and visas and b-tches waiting in monaco
as i return to handle my biz
you know exactly what it is

[hook]

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