Текст (слова) песни: Madd RapperBusta Rhymes - Bongo Breaks

 
* (M) indicates only Madd Rapper 
* (B) indicates only Busta Rhymes 
 
Intro: Madd Rapper/Busta Rhymes 
(M)Oh shit 
What da fuck yo 
(B)Yeah yeah 
(M)Anotha colabo 
Busta Rhymes 
(B)Flipmode Crazy Cat Catalogue muthafuckers, ayight 
(M)For the street niggaz 
Word up Brooklyn 
(B)Uh huh 
(M)Rhyme specialist 
Word up, watcha back 
(B)Word bond 
 
Verse 1: Madd Rapper/Busta Rhymes 
(B) Yo yo, fuck it my niggaz, You know we gon ill 
Fagot niggaz need to be quiet, and let da God build 
(M) Ay yo, word, peace of the God, you know shit is real 
Still wonderin` how it feel, to hold a half-a-mil 
Dey fucked wit a weak lawyer, and signed a wacked deal 
(B) Type of shit that`ll have you walk wit da illest ice grill 
Masquerade and sherade of robberies, niggaz stand still 
(M) We take nickles, pennies, dimes, quarters, and dollar bills 
Better run for the hills, and bounce wit da cat skillz 
My whole team feel, wit cats its no frills 
(B) Da type to wet niggaz, whenever dey mack spill 
Rehearse robbin` niggaz, like dey rehearsin` a fire drill 
Randomly run up on niggaz, at dey free will 
(M) We strip down niggaz, and spend doe for cheap thrills 
(B) A couple of broke strippers, hustlin` birth control pills 
We send dem broke bitches, to boothes on Roosevelt Field 
 
Hook: Madd Rapper/Busta Rhymes(Together) 
Live nigga standin` right there, yeah 
My live bitches standin` right there 
And if ya ridin` in ya truck and ya don`t giva a fuck 
Turn it up to ten until ya`ll niggaz can`t hear, yeah 
Live nigga standin` right there, yeah 
My live bitches standin` right there 
And if you ever in da front and ya smokin` a blunt 
And you don`t give a fuck blow ya smoke up in da air 
 
Verse 2: Madd Rapper 
In case you forgot, Ima six floor nigga 
A corner store, dollar and a dream, a big four nigga 
I spit raw nigga, Don`t know nuttin` 
All I Know is I want ya doe, and hoes be frontin` 
Word, a forty-five certified rap phenomenon, 
After da gold and platinum 
Hated on me first, I`m mad at dem 
So I Gotcha when dey sleep, and I squeeze my gat on dem 
Flaten` Dem, Live at da Garden I`m packin` dem 
D-Dot beats, I`m trackin` Dem, Attackin` dem 
Namin` Names on records, gettin` back at dem 
Closet ass homo niggaz actin` masculine 
Pack a gun, Just in case too many of you Run up in my face 
Wit all dat bass, act like yall can`t get scraped 
Straight erase, and take yo place 
Mutha fuckaz 
 
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Verse 3: Busta Rhymes 
Check it out, this goes out to all my niggaz, I`m givin` you a shout 
Try and figure this out, word up 
I`m talkin` to all my live muthafuckaz who stay 
fuckin` chicken head crews, and bonafied dick suckaz 
Niggaz rollin` wild wips wit a great stash for 
Da boomin` system, burnin` like a portable sound clash 
Fuck meaty bone bitches, who stocked wit a round ass 
Livin` on a cell phone and gettin` hed in an E-Class 
Please pass the L, why you cradlin` shit 
Type of niggaz to swindle you for yours ????? shit 
A dis ain`t a game nigga 
We damage yo frame niggaz 
Yo I could give a fuck everyday robbin` da same nigga 
Bark on da same nigga, make you know how to act 
And blast a low budget on even a high calibur cat 
Word to my mother Sometimes I think Its kinda funny 
How I stay stackin` whether its mines or another niggaz money 
 
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