Busta Rhymes lyrics

Uhh uhh uhh uhh uhh..
Yeah yeah, here we go y'all
Here we here we here we go y'all
Busta Rhymes Flipmode y'all
Yeah yeah y'all
Extinction Level Event shit
Bomb threat to the whole world
What what what is goin on
What the fuck goin on here? Check it out yo

[Busta Rhymes]
Holy amazing grace about face
Total erase you niggaz off the face of the place
Such a shame I had to go grab my calico
Pass the dough 'fore you find out what I had to blast you fo'
Extreme laws for ones who did try to go against this
Wet your shit up like a sloppy tongue kiss
Wait! But wait! To you, who don't know what you talkin about
Without a doubt, where my live niggaz? Give me a shout!
Yo, yo-yo, yo, on the strength shit niggaz check fo'
Connect the four shots and guess who blew it from next door
BLING! Time after time we gon' shine again
Feel it like a broad getting fucked from behind again
Aiyyo - Aiyyo, I be the closest thing to the next
Like the pain and sufferin of about a million deaths
I'm only here to present, and bring the impact
of the Extinction Level Event - now sing the song of salvation

{Chorus sample: "Early in the Morning," Terry Baxter and His Orchestra}

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
"La lah, la la lahhh la la"
What y'all gonna do? Where the fuck you gon' go? (Sing a song now)
"La lah, la la lahhh la la"
The fuck y'all niggaz gon' run?
Where y'all niggaz think y'all runnin to son? (Sing a song now)
"La lah, la la lahhh la la"
Bomb threat to the world!
The fuck goin on with niggaz out here? (What, sing a song now)
"La lah, la la lahhh la la"
We are now approachin the dawn
of global emergency motherfuckers!

[Busta Rhymes]
Yo yo yo, disregard your whole assignment
Crooked ass nigga need some realignment - powerful refinement
Crazy shit I do make me wanna know where my mind went
Blackin out, buildin hostillity, gettin violent
Straight giving niggaz an ass-whippin on consignment
Then I bust your shit 'til the day of my whole retirement
Yo yo - shake it and rattle like we ready to battle
Fight seein at every angle like a motherfucking satellite
Quickly bust up your crotches and fuck up your process
Bounce in the night, leavin sayin "Adios" or even "Buenas noches"
Have y'all niggaz wildin havin a fit
Flame throwin lyrics like a bunch of blowtorches and shit
Grand spectacular, chainsaw massacre
Thug fanatic street shit that be on the creep comin after ya
Then we hit you with the most significant time bomb
Ready to designate at the slightest wave of a white arm
Best form of advice I could give is remain calm
The repercussion is somethin you could never imagine would be goin on
(HA!) Never believe in your eyes
When my Squad some through at an astronomically large size
Movin the mountains keepin all of my niggaz bouncin
Big up my bitches in the place who be screamin and shoutin
(HA!) I'm only here to present
And bring the impact of the Extinction Level Event
Sing the song of salvation

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
"La lah, la la lahhh la la"
Once again, as we welcome all motherfuckers in the world
(Sing a song now)
"La lah, la la lahhh la la"
To experience, the Extinction Level Event (sing a song now)
"La lah, la la lahhh la la"
The dawn, of global emergency .. (sing a song now)
"La lah, la la lahhh la la"
The moment where we all come together in one unison
and completely dominate, all global events (yo, sing a song now)
"La lah, la la lahhh la la"
We about to completely destroy, all the whack bullshit
(Sing the song now)
"La lah, la la lahhh la la"
That we got goin on, in our every, and any reach
(Aiyyo, yo, sing a song now)
"La lah, la la lahhh la la"
All my live niggaz, all my live bitches, it's motherfucking on!
(Yo, sing the song now)
"La lah, la la lahhh la la"
As we enter the new millenium, with this rap shit (Yo, sing a song now)

{*Busta Rhymes laughing*}
"La lah, la la lahhh la la"

Uhhh!
Yo Bus a Bus (yeah)
Yo Bus a Bus (c'mon, c'mon)
Yo Bus a Bus, (UHH) rockin to the beat
(Flipmode motherfucker Flipmode y'all)

Yo Bus a Bus (UHH, yeah yi-yeah yea)
Yo Bus a Bus (ka-c'mon, ki-c'mon)
Yo Bus a Bus, (UHH) rockin to the beat
(Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yi-yeah yea)

Floss time, Busta Rhymes shine on every primetime
Mastermind gettin this paper now cross the fine line
Money plenty sippin gently with the Bentley
My Bentley runneth over empty what gifts you sent me
Then you broke the last rule, frontin like we was mad cool
You damn fool, come around frontin wearin your man's jewels
WHOO! Play the part, they want me to start shit
Get on your mark quick and target, corner the market
Peep how we're movin this, keep improvin this
See you in this because you love the way me and my crew be doin this
Have a ball, I'm not mad at ch'all, where the alcohol
I ain't messin with you at all, girl your ass too small
Cop the hot shit, write it off while you bite it off
and try to fight it off, you're faggot you wack and your light is off
Bite the dust, you like to fuss, look right at us
I know you like to cuss, who could you trust to bring the rush?
Now do the..

Yo Bus a Bus (a c'mon, keep it movin)
Yo Bus a Bus (ay-yeah I like just what you doin)
Yo Bus a Bus (UHH) rockin to the beat
(Aiyyo, yo yo-yo yo all and together now)

Yo Bus a Bus (a'cmon, just keep it movin)
Yo Bus a Bus (oh yeah I like just what you doin)
Yo Bus a Bus (UHH) rockin to the beat
(Aiyyo, yo-yo yo all and together now)

TURN IT OFF, turn back me on go get your mack on
and keep the track goin and latch on hope you can catch on
Follow the beat you sweet bitches and get your dance on
Tipsy off a little Cristi' a little ? Dom
Barbeque back at the mansion, feel like a champion
Collapse on, my thing orthapedic to rest your back on
Nowadays Flipmode money be runnin mad North
Fuck around, dig in my treasure, feel my forty-five long
Ride through, about to slide through, I'm right beside you
Mind you, my system be bangin, adjust my EQ
Peek-a-boo, we not seekin you, focus on being you
There's only one of me, cause you copy, there might be THREE of you
Classic and so essential, we monumental
Powerful, we predisential, we BOMB your mental
Bite the dust, you like to fuss, look right at us
I know you like to cuss, who could you trust to bring the rush?
Now do the..

Yo Bus a Bus (hey c'mon, let's keep it movin)
Yo Bus a Bus (oh yeah I like just what you doin)
Yo Bus a Bus (UHH) rockin to the beat
(Aiyyo, yo yo-yo yo all and together now)

Yo Bus a Bus (a c'mon, let's keep it movin)
Yo Bus a Bus (oh yeah I like just what you doin)
Yo Bus a Bus (UHH) rockin to the beat
(Aiyyo, yo yo-yo yo all and together now)

HIT ME OFF, you Speak'n'Spell and freak it well
so no need to dwell, check in the mirror, my pockets swell
Shit sound so intermediate, my ingredient
is to immediately rep for everyone you see me with
You little eedyot, I exile you and your X-File
You and your next trial, and demolish your little rap style
Black child, I'm takin offensive, we too impressive
To the naked eye, the way we floss sure be expensive
OOOH! Run up the fader, ain't nuttin greater
Still a little hater be gettin paper go meet your maker
Undertaker now go shake whatcha momma gave ya
Shake-a shake-a now we trippin the circuit breaker
Model up and swallow up and turn the throttle up
Break the bottle up in the hip with the greatest follow up
Bite the dust, you like to fuss, look right at us
I know you like to cuss, who could you trust to bring the rush?
Now do the..

Yo Bus a Bus (a c'mon, just keep it movin)
Yo Bus a Bus (oh yeah I like it what you doin)
Yo Bus a Bus (UHH) rockin to the beat
(Aiyyo, yo yo-yo yo all and together now)

Yo Bus a Bus (oh, c'mon, just keep it movin)
Yo Bus a Bus (yeah, oh yeah I like just what you doin)
Yo Bus a Bus (UHH) rockin to the beat
(Aiyyo, yo yo-yo yo all and together now)

Yo Bus a Bus (yeah, a yeah keep movin)
Yo Bus a Bus (oh yeah I like, what you doin)
Yo Bus a Bus (UHH) rockin to the beat
(Aiyyo, aiyyo yo yo-yo yo yo)

Yo Bus a Bus (yo, c'mon, keep movin)
Yo Bus a Bus (yeah, I like what you doin)
Yo Bus a Bus (UHH) rockin to the beat
(Aiyyo, yo yo-yo yo all and together now)

(Baby Sham):
Get the royal blue nab and swing my way
On some real party shit if you hold your way
I can hold mine
You wanna battle blow some lines
Rocks gleam on the top of my wrist
You want this
Be the same dude that hop on the pubic splits
You can't hold this
You jealous cause ya shorty want this
Dig her back out in front of my crib
Her man staked out
On the rare the cloud sh...shut your mouth
What you chap 'bout, the same shit
Been on for chris
The style got you twist up
Walk wit face ice grilled up
Some cat pulled up in a black surburb
Let me move first so I can park my shit on the curb
Ya moves slow get bashed in from Q.B. to Aspen
I'm short for reason
You spoke and should have passed that
Don't ask my age cause the world made me like that
Blast a hole in ya face soon as my nine cock back

(Chorus / Busta Rhymes):
Ya'll niggas wanna get down
Ya niggas wanna battle
Eh, what ya'll wannna do
Let's cha cha cha cha cha

Ya'll niggas wanna get down
Ya niggas wanna battle
Let's, what ya'll wannna do
Na cha cha cha cha cha

Ya'll niggas wanna get down
Let's cha cha cha cha cha
Ya niggas wanna battle
Let's cha cha cha cha cha
Eh, what Ya'll wannna do
Let's cha cha cha cha cha
Cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha

(Outro / Busta Rhymes):
Yeah...
Rah Digga...
Sliff Star...
Baby Sham...
Flipmode Squad nigga...
Fuck is the deal...
'98 shit...
'99 shit...
2000 shit...
2001 shit...
2002 shit...
Eternal shit motherfucker...
Stay tuned...

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