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busta rhymes - you ain't fuckin' wit me lyrics

yea.. aiyyo uncle pat, turn up the beat just a lil’ more for me bruh
yea.. {-imitating the beat-}
this sound like frankenstein’s baby, yea

[verse one]
busta rhymes! you know we live and in color (color)
sh-t b-tter hot, but just a little mo’ gutter (gutter)
smash sh-t regularly, word to my mother
show love for the b-tches and put it down for my brudda (brudda)
hot b-tter funk make it rain, close the shutter – violate
catch it from one of my b-tches, boxcutter (cutter)
ahh, articulate! feels so great
that i can bless my n-ggas with sh-t they appreciate (‘ciate)
no jive y’all n-ggas can take a nosedive
sh-t so live b-tches wanna give me a high five (five)
unghhh! 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 (water)
disorderly conduct, will erupt
when the live sh-t come on n-ggas do what they wanna (wanna)
aight b-tches, now show yo’ -sses

[hook]
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-ahhhhhhh
(what the f-ck, c’mon)

[verse two]
huh, 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, ahh!
talk the trash, comin forth get past lie duke
p-ss shorty with the big horse -ss (-ss)
now ain’t no stoppin how we comin full blast
mix the fire with gas, that’s how we put it on smash (smash)
no lie, never deny – so hot we cook the sh-t well done
just like a deep fish fry; unnnghh, snap crackle and pop
what we drop and how we keep sh-t comin
how we maneuver so fly (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..

[hook]

[busta rhymes]
yeah, this sound like.. the music to frankenberry or some sh-t
the f-ckin.. groovy ghoulies and friends or somethin {-laughing-}

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