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busta rhymes – whenever we walk in lyrics

[verse 1: busta rhymes]
now i’ma nail a coffin i’m tired of all you n+ggas
i fire upon you n+ggas with pliers to pull your fingers now die like you ‘pose to n+gga
prior to roastin’ n+ggas i iron a toast a n+gga
end up a missin’ person on flyers and posters (bullets)
we fryin’ up most your skin up and tyin’ up both your limbs up
higher than i can think of i carry you up the stairs ‘cause
(i drop n+ggas off of roofs) tryin’ to tear my strip up
and think foul ‘cause i been around liars and lots of sinners
think dyin’ to rob your clique and go (drink) on a lobster dinner with (b+tches)
that slob your d+ck a go (slip) on a blouse that’s thinner and (set) motherf+ckers up for me (quick)
for the massive stick up that (slip) out of town (cop) a hundred (brick) with a massive pick up (sh+t)
if i’m not misakin’ now tell me why you hatin’
‘cause my b+tch done set you up she look like she’s annihilate
then i’ll richard pryor your facе and pop burners bullets’ll sing out
i’ll hit you again at your funeral and watch thе choir sing out

[chorus: busta rhymes]
we really don’t give a f+ck and
we really will f+ck you up and
as i begin i burn like vodka and gin
my .38 barrel spin like some three wheel rims
we be sellin’ out the park n+gga i want in
i’m vip at any club that i walk in check it
you know the rules whenever i’m talkin’
i get my b+tch to [?] put in the purse and walk in
[verse 2: spliff starr]
you can talk like you iller act like you k!ller
but you still mean nothin’ to me
and i’m a motherf+ckin’ g i put it work
lock down the turf and have your block workin’ for me
‘cause i‘m a boss man travel across lands j+pan
london, miami i see that very wolf tan
get on my grind still with money on my mind
n+gga we keep it movin’ get money all the time yes
haters watch try to be like us
stayin’ mad ‘cause they can’t be like us f+cker
they front then i buck ‘em
respect my g my n+gga or end up in the hudson
spliff st++zy gettin’ low down and greazy
any b+tch that left me nowadays she need me
f+cker, but i don’t love these hoes
so i keep ‘em in flavours like airwork and timbo

- busta rhymes lyrics

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