BUSTA RHYMES lyrics : "We Comin' Through"
Serious now
Serious
All my ^!$$%s
ONE TWO
Line up and
COME THROUGH
I got %#@! for all of you to wild out and
DUMB TO
Back and bust your gun too
Nowhere to run to
This %#@! is the jerk
So run your jewels and your ones too
All my (*##$es
WHAT WHAT
I like your whole strut
Bounce and hold your $$# out
Make it open and close shut
Watch me bust a whole nut
Right over your whole butt
Slice you down with the dick
Just like you was a cold cut
OH !#@*
Now watch me dig all in your whole gut
Stuff it like a roast duck
$#&@ing packing a toast
WHAT WHAT
What about you slapping the %#@! up out ya
Flipmode
We them ^!$$%s
And I'ma always shout ya
See how we high rollers
Smoking till we high zoning
^!$$%s on the corner
Clutter the streets in the nights roaming
Now see how we got you open
My ^!$$%s hold your post
(*##$es if your riding with me
Let's see who rocks the most
[Chorus:]
All my ^!$$%s (What what)
We coming through (What what)
Repping for my ^!$$%s and my (*##$es too (What what)
Back and bust your gun too
Nowhere to run to
Black out in the truck
Until there's no club to come to
All my (*##$es (What what)
We coming through (What what)
Repping for my (*##$es and my ^!$$%s too (What what)
Bounce and shake your $$# out
Break fool and black out
Hit you with some %#@!
That will make all y'all just pass out
Know I keep that hot %#@!
$#&@ up your block %#@!
Have y'all ^!$$%s stupid
On some straight @@#! your glock %#@!
Everytime we drop %#@!
There's no way to stop %#@!
Bust y'all ^!$$%s $$#
Then like to sit back and pop %#@!
Yo we bout to lace y'all
Deface the place y'all
With %#@! that feel just like
A $#&@ing foot in your face y'all
Is you with me?
(HELL YEAH!)
Before I hit y'all
Flipmode be the ^!$$%s
That will be sure to split y'all
We will never quit y'all
We won't permit y'all
Whack ^!$$%s to come inside
Like they be the %#@! y'all
!#@* THAT!
Yeah you know we blaze
And we wreck shop
Put it down for live ^!$$%s
While we watch the next fly
All my ^!$$%s pass through
Before we blast you
This %#@! so real
I don't have no need to gash you
We will never calm down
We won't put the bombs down
Rep for all my ^!$$%s
And we won't put the arms down
(Yeah you know we keep it coming)
Yo people is good for nothing
(Ay yo!)
Hot to death with %#@! that always keep you jumping
And rush the dance hall
Until all they $$# fall
I make you other corny ^!$$%s
Get off the damn wall
And then we bless y'all
With the currently fresh y'all
And hit y'all ^!$$%s with flavor
Nothing less than the best y'all
Now we see how we got you open
My ^!$$%s hold your post
All my (*##$es wylin with me
Let's see who rocks the most
[Chorus:]
All my ^!$$%s (What what)
We coming through (What what)
Repping for my ^!$$%s and my (*##$es too (What what)
Back and bust your gun too
Nowhere to run to
Black out in the truck
Until there's no club to come to
All my (*##$es (What what)
We coming through (What what)
Repping for my (*##$es and my ^!$$%s too (What what)
Bounce and shake your $$# out
Break fool and black out
Hit you with some %#@!
That will make all y'all just pass out
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