Текст песни DJ Clue f Busta Rhymes, Rah Digga - The Professional 2
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[DJ Clue]DJ ClueDesert Strom[Busta Rhymes]YeaFlipmodeBusta RhymesRah DiggaThe Inauguration(New Busta Rhymes!!!)Yea, yea ha ha ha yea(Feat Rah Digga)WhatGive it to meAll my nggazWhere you at now?[Busta Rhymes]Check meWhen we arrive in the spotWho the fuck you think fazin`We amazing and we blazin` niggaAnd while we blow shit every timeFully equipped for the occasionWhile we dazin`, and we grazin` niggazMake you leak and dripTill your body shelves up faggotsJust like a razor say your grace and get the praisin` niggazFlipmode be the ultimate unit, play your positionWhile he lace it, know your place, while we decreasin` niggazI have a hard time with wack niggaz talkin`Die slow with all that weak shit, you speak shit, eat shit!Cause when we march and high-step in the spotNiggaz love it when we leak shit, the heat shit, street shit!And while we drop the most miraculous bombsYa`ll niggaz aint really dropin nothin`rockin nothin`, toppin` nothin` (whhaaatttt!)Now to ya`ll funny niggaz talkin` your talkYa`ll niggaz aint even really coppin` nothin`poppin` nothin`, stoppin` nothin`[Chorus 1-Busta Rhymes]All my niggaz that be ride in the trucksGetting` money say it! (ho)Niggaz, say it (ho, hoooo!)All my niggaz thata` rep for the streetHold it down say it! (ho)Niggaz, what! I`m sayin` (ho, hoooo!)All my bitches thata` beef with they niggaAnd hold it down with em` (whaa)Say it, bitches, I`m sayin` (whaa, whaaa!)And to my bitches that be doin` it and get their own moneyJust say it (whaa)Say it, bitches, I`m sayin` (whaa, whaaa!)[Rah Digga]Say 1 for the dirty2 for hard core3 for the trees stashed in my top drawerI be comin` to ya` live!Fuck up your whole circuitMake rappers ask them self if this shit is even worth itDon`t really need to bragCause these streets a tellStay tight, be polite, and she specks so wellSay fuck the worldWho ever aint feelin` meCampaignin` through the hood like my name was HillaryThe illest with formI`m the illest on the normThe illest on my barn (?)The illest on the songAny type wanna yap or think they can rapI`m a scream on motherfuckas like my name was Big CapTimbaland, sweat pants, sacks of high droThe dirtiest flow in magazines like Whoa!Make it hot, flow it downLike some hoers, you can lift thisAnd be careful what you write cause I might of already flipped it[Chorus 2-Busta Rhymes]All my niggaz that be ridin` on 20`sAnd gettinn` money say it! (ho)Niggaz, say it (ho, hoooo!)All my niggaz thata` rep for the streetHold it down say it! (ho)Niggaz, what! I`m sayin` (ho, hoooo!)All my bitches thata` beef with they niggaAnd hold it down with em` (whaa)Say it, bitches, I`m sayin` (whaa, whaaa!)