Busta Rhymes - Get Out lyrics
rate me(Busta)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (get out)
Such a remarkable sound (get out)
Yeah, such a remarkable sound (get out of here)
Flipmode get down now
Yeah check it out, such a remarkable sound (get out of here)
Busta Rhymes comin through get down (get out, get out)
What the deal now (get out of here)
Yeah, yeah
(Verse 1)
Are you ready to get on? (Who, me?)
I cause such a reaction makin all my people go (Ooh-wee!)
Just like a group of happy children
Yo its such a feelin
To see all of my live ballers (Carry on now)
Oh see how I be gettin so passionate
I get a real eagle and I bust my shit off by accident
The God bless glory
Success story
Whiteboy better but a stash up in my armrest for me
The way I blow shit up its like a bomb threat for me
I gotta blast and demolish everything before me
I throw your shit in the back now
You're wack now
And ain't no kind of turnin back now
So relentless
I won't even let you fools finish a freakin sentence
Call for my people like a school attendance
And then I strike with a triflin vengeance
Reppin like a winner
And do away with every last one of you wack niggas
(Chorus)
So (Get out)
If you's a fake just (Get out)
You need to just (Get out of here)
Police you try to close the club (Get out)
You really should (Get out)
You need to just (Get out of here)
Chick if you ain't got your own dough (Get out)
You need to just (Get out)
You really should (Get out of here)
If you frontin like you really live (Get out)
And you know you not (Get out)
You need to just (Get out of here)
(Verse 2)
The one world alliance
Flipmode the most reliant for the thorough guidance
On how to get most of this money like a secret science
Only the live soldiers allowed there's nothin you can do
Frontin with your crew while you talkin to corny chickens too
Nevertheless address the cheddar for the treasure chest
So bless the spot before the thugs close chest
One time
I hope yall know just what the motherfuck your dealin with
Got so much platinum for this beat you thought I was a silversmith
We phat now so look at how we brought it back now
We made it possible for streets to hold a stat now
And become the wealthiest, healthiest
And bring the fire that will reach about 1000 degrees celsius
Hold on, bank this money, better roll on
Or sing a broke folk song I'll be for so long
Paid with a big brim hat just like a lampshade with bells
Wylin in the truck, the choice to roll with me
We be them new millennium prime time niggas
Walk the fine line niggas, sippin fine wine niggas
Now, if you cross the line we fuck around and blind niggas
With so much press it's like we did the illest crime niggas
What? You know I'm like a loco man, noble man
Turned global man, rippin bicoastal like a postal man
And when we come you know we came to get it
And what you need to do is BOUNCE if you aint rollin with it!
(Chorus)
So (get out)
If you be frontin just (get out)
You need to just (get out of here)
Police you tryin to close the club (get out)
You really should (get out)
PLEASE just (get out of here)
Chick if you ain't got your own dough (get out)
You need to just (get out)
You really should (get out of here)
And if you frontin like you really LIVE (get out)
And you know you're not (get out)
You really should (get out of here)
Get out, get out, get out of here
(Repeat x 4)
