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busta rhymes - you ain't f***in' wit me lyrics

yeah, aiyyo uncle pat, turn up the beat just a lil’ more for me bruh, yeah
this sound like frankenstein’s baby, yeah
busta rhymes, you know we live and in color
sh-t b-tter hot, but just a little mo’ gutter
smash sh-t regularly, word to my mother
show love for the b-tches and put it down for my brudda
hot b-tter funk make it rain, close the shutter violate
catch it from one of my b-tches, boxcutter
ah, articulate, feels so great
that i can bless my n-ggas with sh-t they appreciate
no jive y’all n-ggas can take a nosedive
sh-t so live b-tches wanna give me a high five, five
uh, 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
disorderly conduct, will erupt
when the live sh-t come on n-ggas do what they wanna
aight b-tches, now show yo’ -sses
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, ah
(what the f-ck, come on)
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-ggas 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-ggas like cedric ceballos with a hot song
now n-ggas know we rock on, c-ck-strong
all y’all n-ggas is straight popcorn, ah
talk the trash, comin’ forth get past lie duke
p-ss shorty with the big horse -ss
now ain’t no stoppin’ how we comin’ full blast
mix the fire with gas, that’s how we put it on smash
no lie, never deny so hot we cook the sh-t well done
just like a deep fish fry
uh, snap crackle and pop, what we drop and how we keep sh-t comin’
how we maneuver so fly, so high is where we gon’ take it
controllin’ the land, controllin’ the sea
now we control the whole sky
perhaps make n-ggas 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-ggas, now throw yo’ hands up
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, come on)
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, ah
(what the f-ck, come on)
yeah, this sound like the music to frankenberry or some sh-t
the f-ckin’ groovy ghoulies and friends or somethin’

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