Busta Rhymes - We Put It Down For Y'All lyrics

rate me

shit is about to get real serious

Busta Rhymes, Flipmode Squad, Swizz Beatz, check it out

[verse 1]

yo it's like tic tac toe

the god is back, make bitches say hoe

blow shit, roast ya than down in Waco

big foot raps nigga let's make dough

pull up to the lot, valet the Range Rove

flyer than a motherfucker, all day glow

in the club nigga glow in the dark and lay low

bang your head to this shit, while the beat play slow

junior varsity niggas while we play pro

ringside seats we all in the same row

like a crew of bitches pull up and dodge the ragos

and how we dazzle these bitches with how we change flows

we take your slot, how a bitch take half

and rock chains with pieces the size of spacecrafts

you know what I rep, that's Flipmode Squad!!

wildin like a thousand niggas up in the wreck yard

CHORUS:

Callin all live niggas

BOOYAH!!

Callin all live bitches

OOH OOOOH!!

Yes I hold a pound for y'all

Say what?

Busta Rhymes hold it down for y'all

Get money!!

Callin all live niggas

BOOYAH!!

Callin all live bitches

OOH OOOOH!!

Yes I hold a crown for y'all

Say what?

Flipmode put it down for y'all

YEAH, YEAH!!

[verse 2]

yeah, yo, the empire strikes back

shit is official, street niggas fight back

the way we set it off even the bitches might black

raunchy as fuck, even they like it like that

Busta Rhymes in this bitch you know I got another batch

more hotter shit nigga strike another match

bang this shit in your truck, nigga open up the hatch

and hold on your jewels before your shit get snatched

better lock your doors, slide across the latch

before we figure out the next vic to catch

so much lyrics flowin to throw in a teacup

more crack for y'all we just reed up

gutter like a piss test in a pee cup

switch the bounce for the streets, had to change the speed up

raw for the bitches who thick and beefed up

strip a club, big titty bitches double D cup

we all up in the truck, what the fuck we treed up

pure coke for niggas, get skeed up

let me bang something hard on your head like Vince Carter

and charter jets for my niggas with automatic starters

blow shit regular like the UniBomber

surprise attack you niggas like fuckin Pearl Harbor

jailhouse raps, let it bang a little harder

while I rep for the fam, Busta Rhymes the godfather

CHORUS 2X

so remarkable

classic rugged nigga music

big truck shit

20 inch rims on a UConn or something

a fuckin Escalade, Navigator