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BUSTA RHYMES lyrics : "Make It Hurt"

We gon' change things
Yea, Genesis ^!$$%z
We gotta introduce y'all to the mother$#&@in new millenium bounce

Yea, two-thousand and one hot %#@! hot %#@! c'mon
All my ^!$$%z in the place, all my (*##$es in the place
C'mon, c'mon, let's get to it

Let's get to it, let's get to it
All my ^!$$%z and my (*##$es let's get to it
New milleni-^!$$% bounce, new millenium bounce

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon

[Verse One]

Aiyyo it's colder than a muh'$#&@a, who just let the hawk in?
^!$$% guess who just walked in?
Lynch, most (?) makes them other ^!$$%z sit upon the bench broke

Then I step up in a trenchcoat ^!$$%
Got no time to be $#&@in with them wonderama ^!$$%z
Let me loosen up your bra-strap mama ^!$$%

LISTEN UP! Look how we be rippin up and got the party pickin up
and got you ^!$$%z spittin up !#@(
No pain, ^!$$% never no gain, ^!$$% no strain

O.D. into my cocaine music
Spit that venom; pretty thick (*##$es walk by
If you let 'em #~!!@ printin through they denim

Take her for a ride 'round the block, let her enjoy the whip
Drop her off, let her walk the strip
Ain't it funny how nature work?

Make (*##$es wanna bounce on a ^!$$% 'til they make it hurt, c'mon

[Chorus]

Shake yo' %#@! until you make it hurt
Throw yo' #~!!@ 'til you make it hurt
Pop that %#@! until you make it hurt

Bounce 'til you really wanna make it hurt
Now bang yo' head until you make it hurt
C'mon, stomp yo' feet until we make it hurt

Pound that %#@! until we make it hurt
Until we make it hurt, now let's make it hurt


[Verse Two]
Are we ever gonna stop ^!$$%? HECK NO!
%#@! now let me rip the muh'$#&@a from the get-go, ^!$$%

Let go 'fore you make a ^!$$% wanna let the tec blow
(*##$es dancin like a stepshow, ^!$$%
Violate ^!$$%, you gets no love, ghetto

Only give a ^!$$% show love ditto
Your clique too little, $#&@ givin ^!$$%z a riddle
$#&@ around I turn your wife into a widow

Nitro ^!$$%, make you wanna wild on the floor
like a bunch of little psycho ^!$$%z
Presto, %#@! we got a expo of (*##$es in here

Whylin like a bunch of lesbo (*##$es
The best show of (*##$es, so electro (*##$es, c'mon
Get on your mark, get ready set go (*##$es

Then we go and add a little propane to it
Then we send another whole flame through it
Clear everything in my path, before I split you in half

You wack ^!$$%, better get you a staff
The freak (*##$es try to hit me with math
Brushin off wack ^!$$%z while them same (*##$es givin me $$#, yo

Now let me give you more hot %#@!, just for the record
and make (*##$es wanna get $$#-naked, c'mon
Party 'til you wanna lash out

Better yet, y'all ^!$$%z party 'til you mother$#&@in pass out!

[Chorus]


[Verse Three]
C'mon! Throw yo' hands up high y'all

Light yo' L, get high y'all
%#@! you can't deny y'all
Don't lie y'all, don't try y'all

All my ^!$$%z inside y'all
C'mon, let's start that %#@! y'all
C'mon, and you know we won't quit

Then bang ^!$$%z with hit after hit y'all, c'mon
In the meantime ^!$$% just pass me the Henny, c'mon
Little Cris' and a bottle of the Remi
Write a bit and STILL sortin it out
Flipmode up in this muh'$#&@a ^!$$%, whatchu talkin about?

Hold up - a lot of people ain't compatible ^!$$%
They be buggin on how a ^!$$% spend capital ^!$$%
Ain't it funny how nature work?
Hot %#@!'ll make 'em bounce 'til she really wanna make it hurt, c'mon


[Chorus x2]

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