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busta rhymes – show me what you got lyrics

hoo!
yeah it’s another one of them marvelous sh-ts
yeah, flipmode, huh, busta rhymes sh-t, yeah
so remarkable, yeah
as i say it over and over again
from song to song, yeah, so remarkable
hah, heh, yeah, so remarkable

yo, yo, busta rhymes the immaculate raw
hardcore, riggady raw, lay n-gg-s flat on the floor
we climb into the back of the four
nonchalant flavor fo’ sure, timbs wit a aqua valor
flava like you never seen it before
ha, holy, sacred, and pure
flipmode, be on it fo’ sure
be incredible to settle the score
like a n-gg- shot you in the face, through the peephole in the door
from new york, down to singapore
keep you n-gg-s jumpin’ around, had the b-tches beggin fo’ more
street n-gg-s, yeah we speak for the poor
now we stack cheddar galore, when we shop and buy at the store
metaphor like nuclear war
i warned n-gg-s if you try to bite, sh-t i’ll leave a crack in your jaw
take the livest n-gg-s out on a tour
make a n-gg- black in the spot, make you wanna take off a door

(chorus:)
all my dogs who hustle everyday
all my dogs who hustle everyday now
own a store laundrymat around the way
and own a store laundrymat around the way now
we got to get it, yeah!
my n-gg-s, all my n-gg-s
show me what you got for me, what you got for me
all my n-gg-s what ya got for me
all my shorties who stay fresh everyday
all my shorties that stay fresh everyday
my get money b-tches who still hang around the way
all my get money b-tches that chill around the way now
we got to get it, yeah! we gotta…
my b-tches, all my b-tches, c’mon
tell me what you got for me
what you got for me, all my b-tches what you got for me

now, yo, we stay packin the toast
could give a f-ck, bust at a ghost
and end up on the front of the post
n-gg-s know that i be rockin the most
f-ckin ethiopian b-tches, living in the ivory coast
let me drug y’all n-gg-s up wit a dose
make you act just like you suppose’
watch a n-gg- playin me close
nowadays type of dough that we gross
i celebrate and throw me a roast
and get an old face for a host
we get it hype even when we be calm
n-gg-s know my word is my bond
when we come you know we the bomb
hypnotic sh-t, get you r-t-rded
shoulda known it was a bad move
f-ckin around and gettin me started
still whippin in the back of the truck
so what, not givin a f-ck
in the streets, livin it up
so what happened to the last n-gg- bust
could give a f-ck whoever he was
throw them n-gg-s outta the clubs
them n-gg-s all, sh-t turnin me off
tie ’em up, makin ’em cough
gag ’em in the throat wit a cloff
after that we go and wild for the night
make ’em know the style for the night
car low, pile for the night
you know we always give y’all n-gg-s a blaze
black it out and party for days
let y’all n-gg-s f-ck with the strays
f-ckin dimes at the end of the days
gettin money but it’s too late
got a n-gg- stuck in his ways

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