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Текст песни Busta Rhymes - To My People

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Текст песни Busta Rhymes - To My People




ChorusYa don’t stopTo my people in the frontYa don’t stopTo my people in the rearSay whatThrow your hands in the airYa don’t stop( )To my people on the leftYa don’t stopTo my people on the rightYa don’t stopTo my people everywhereSay whatThrow your hands in the airYa don’t stopTo my people in new yorkYa don’t stopTo my people down southYa don’t stopTo my people out westSay whatThrow your hands in the airTo my hip hop niggasYa don’t stopTo my niggas in the streetYa don’t stopTo my niggas gettin moneySay whatThrow your hands in the airYa don’t stop[spliff star]Uh, straight off the batMy squad is known across the mapWhen y’all niggas show love then we show you love backY’all niggas want beefFuck it take it to the streetsY’all niggas gon chillThen we sit down and we buildMy squad finally hereUnit of the yearWe settin up shop and we ain’t going nowhereWe want it allEven if we gotta brawl for itWe want it allEven if you gotta fall for itWe stage wreckersFifty-two car deckersReppin to the world till the law come and get usYou jealous fellasI’m puttin holes in vendettasTwist your bodyWith two shells from a shottie pow![baby sham]Niggas wanna get me touched(naw they cant touch you)Shinin and flossin too much(naw they can’t cross you)Light on my toesLeft him ten feetPart from his heatPlay it softlyThe truth speaks through this poetryFor me to call shotCock block my lifeAdd a little spiceDevil eyes snake rise on diceHave your fam call christFlipmode battle for micsAll my shit be high pricedI’m slashing dikesFeel meLiftin thugs out they crease it’s quicklyShift two keys in two weeksAnd gross forty g’sReport meAnd live shortlySlouch cat livin off calibil breezeYou wanna get involvedBetter grip on tightTake the next flightWe got it locked on the next bike[rampage]Check it outI got the eye of a tigerThat’s plan to go higherMy squad is on fireAnd till death do usIf the label wanna sue usYo I’m taking the reelsI’m the man with the gat that be ready to peelI’m the one next to spliff when it’s time to illI’ma show by astro red cross and blue shieldsWatch us make a moveCatch us on smokin grooveRules house of bluesMtv newsOn the bus with my flipmode loco (loco)Takin flicksHittin chicks by the dozen (dozen)Keep a shot runninNow I’m on a journeyIt take you twenty light years to burn me (burn me)If you want beef call my attorneyAll that other wack shit don’t concern meI’m being feltI got a title under my beltI’m out to get the wealthI’m bout my squad and myselfChorus[rah digga]UhhComin correct for all my flipmode brothersStats ratin higher then that of single mothersPeace to my outz cliqueBitches that I bounce withEverybody else get the gas like auschwitzLike, flows for real like a rap bitch shouldType takin niggas out like they packaged goodsRappers wanna contestThey bugginStraight up and down we run the underground like h. tubmanWhat, I’m the bomb bitchNigga rahD-i-g got rahGod be myWitnessLong as I walk this globeI be spittin more verses than the book of job[busta rhymes]Why are you ignoring usRunning into hiding and avoiding usNiggas on the low be recording usMy rhyme flow remain poisonousThusYo your shit sound wack still annoying usWe alive nigga ain’t no destroying usYou better off if you come join with usPerpendicularOr analyzing my whole molecularIn particularRoll with my squad or go singularI ain’t into bitches who fuck animals like caligulaMore hot shit so get your water sprinklerFire extinguisherRhyme prime ministerC’mon!Never mistake me for nobody elseAnother blast make you shit on yourselfI hope all y’all know that I always master the artRip you apartPut your hand on my heartFlipmode number one on the chartsSolo or collectiveMy perspective the objectiveIs to winAll praises due to my squad one in the sameCherish every blessing I have to make y’all witness my nameBurn another calorieCome inside my galaxyPut your money where your mouth is double your salaryHey dude you know we stay rude high on a aqueludeBust your shit bouncin in a honda preludeLet’s g offNigga ease offI make you breeze offBrickfull make you rip your jeans offChorus




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