Busta Rhymes - Touch It (B.E.T. Awards Remix) lyrics

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Touch it- bring it - babe - watch it -

turn it - leave it - stop - format it"

Aiyyo Swizzy I told these niggaz I was comin back to bust they ass!!!

Ok! Remix! Part Two!

See now you who the God be, back runnin the city and you know who the squad be

Flipmode bitch look see ain't nothin changed

Now I'm back with the remix with the Queens of the game (TURN IT UP!!)

WHEN YOU SEE ME IN THE SPOT YOU NIGGAS BETTER RESPECT IT

Y'ALL ALREADY KNOW WHERE I REP AIN'T NO REASON TO CHECK IT

AND I KNOW THAT YOU AIN'T FUCKIN WITH ME JUST FOR THE RECORD

SO INSTEAD I'M A LET, MARY J. BLIGE COME AND SET IT

(Now get low Mary!) Maybe you can guess who it is (Uh huh)

Mary J. Blige about to handle my biz (Uh huh)

I'm on my grown woman still I rep for the kids

In every hood, and all my peoples doin a bid (TURN IT UP!!)

NOW YOU KNOW WHO'S REALLY THE QUEEN DELIVER THE MAIL

SEVEN HUNDRED THIRTY THOUSAND FIRST WEEK OF MY SALES

THE HATERS PLOT AND THEY WATCH LOOKIN ALL PALE

WHILE I'M ON A YACHT, OVERSEAS DOIN MY NAILS

(Get low Digga!) Now he sittin there lookin stuck (Ha!)

He thinkin cause he spent a little dough I'm 'gon fuck

If money ain't a thang I'm sayin let a bitch know

Typed to empty a account, how far you willin to go (TURN IT UP!!)

NOW HE HOPIN ON THE JET HE AIN'T WASTIN NO TIME

TOLD ME ALL EXPENSE PAID ANYPLACE I COULD FIND

HIT THE ISLANDS IN THE WINTER TRICKIN ALL ON HIS DIME

AIN'T A SHORTY IN THE WORLD PUSSY BETTER THAN MINE, THEY WANNA

"Touch it- bring it - babe - watch it -

turn it - leave it - stop - format it"

Bus this is serious man!!!!!!!! (Get low Missy!)

I'm jinglin baby, go 'head mami, don't I look charmin put your lips up on me {Woo!!!}

Kiss it touch it, good, yes I wish you would (TURN IT UP!!)

YOU LIKE TO SEE ME WHEN I DIP BABY DIP (Ha1)

DON'T IT LOOK LIKE I GOT BEYONCE'S HIPS

LOOKIN LIKE I COULD BE NIA LONG

BOY YOU SMOKIN THAT CHEECH AND CHONG

(Get low Banks!) I know it feels like I been gone for a minute

But I'm back chinchilla Ice on with a fitted

Everybody talk money everybody gonna run

with that bowl of bread smaller than the arm of a midget

(TURN IT UP!!) AND YOU KNOW I'M DOIN MY THING IT'S BLUE IN THE RING

IF YOU HAD IT LIKE THIS YOU PROBABLY DO IT THE SAME

BUT YOU WON'T CAUSE YOU BROKE ALL YOU DO IS COMPLAIN

AFTER THE CLUB, I'M A PUT A FEW IN THE RANGE AND LET 'EM

"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -

turn it - leave it - stop - format it"

(Get low Pap!) Five boroughs of death, you don't understand

I got New York City in the palm of my hand

Now I could make a tight fist and let it crumble ridiculous

Or I could smack the world with a New York Nemesis (TURN IT UP!!)

I GOT STATEN ISLAND ON MY PINKY QUEENS ON MY DUMB DUDE

THE BRONX ON MY MIDDLE FINGER SCREAMIN FUCK YOU

ROCK ICE IN MANHATTAN SO THERE'S THE RING FINGER

YOU KNOW I HAD TO KEEP BROOKLYN ON THE TRIGGER FINGER

Swiss is tha monster, X is tha beast fuckin wit Bus man everyday is a peice

Stay in off tha streets, tired of talkin to y'all niggaz

I'ma stick a fork in y'all niggaz(turn it up!)

When hit'em man, that crunk gon gett'em man,

Fucked up how i did'em man

Ain't no remorse bout tha corpse, truth is can't ID tha body ,

Nigga toothless

"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -

turn it - leave it - stop - format it"

(Get low Bus!) You see me you love me the streets declare me God of the hood

You niggaz is watchin and wishin you could

Be claimin the throne the way I got it lock it mu'fuckers

What's good you tryin to stop it I'm wishin you would (TURN IT UP!!)

CAUSE THEM I'M GLAD TO HIT YOU WITH THE FACT THAT THE GOD IS IMMORTAL AS SPIT

THE WAY I BE DOIN HISTORICAL SHIT

INCASE YOU AND YOUR NIGGAS ACT LIKE YOU AINT KNOW WHEN I'M INFORMIN YOUR CLICK

I TAKE YOUR BITCH WHILE I'M PERFOMIN MY SHIT

"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -

turn it - leave it - stop - format it"