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Busta Rhymes

Please Don't

 

Please Don't

(album: New Crack City - 2006)


You know what it is, Flipmode
(Mixunit.com)

Hit the rob like [?]
I will make Brooklyn niggas look like ladies
If I spit hot shit like my nigga bad boos
When I come to the hood, gangsters be like respect due
If I war with niggas I top that day
Might top your momma 'cause I got no shame
If I make my comeback like Black Moon
Niggas got you open be like I got it too
If Rob plays Sanchez peep my baby moms
I fuck her pussy good with no problem
If [?] table like Black Eyed Peas
When I leave the club niggas have a sense of relief
I shop New York like Bus' Rhymes
Then you know it's about to be bang time
If you ever hear a nigga talk about robbery
Jooks and shit nigga he got it from me, Labba

I can make a grown man cry homeboy
Realise I came for the crown homeboy
Please don't please don't please don't test me
I can make a grown man cry homeboy
Flipmode 'til the fucking day that I day homeboy
Please don't please don't please don't test me
(I tell you the facts nigga, Flipmode bitch)

I said that I'm tired of telling niggas please don't try see
Everything about me different all the way down to the diet
I'm like a fucked up nigga the way I do it so unfair
Talk a lot of shit if you ain't knowing we don't care
A lotta niggas look weak, not even vulnerable
Like the cheapest [?] she ain't worth the deductable
The way I'm mashing on niggas you know the hood love it fuck it
You front, you can end up getting hit in your stomach
See when I talk, niggas listen like I'm speaking up on a panel
But when you talk you talk to the police on the news channel
They saying fuck the talk unless the dough drop down phoney
That you already know this kinda shit going down homie
You ain't coming through, and I'm locking the town black
Whoever thought they had it, come and bring me the crown back

Please don't please don't please don't test me
I can make a grown man cry homeboy
Realise I came for the crown homeboy
Please don't please don't please don't test me
I can make a grown man cry homeboy
Flipmode 'til the fucking day that I die homeboy
Please don't please don't please don't test me
(I tell you the facts nigga)

When you see me coming get the fuck fuck the fuck the fuck fuck the fuck the fuck out the entrance
Don't fuck don't don't fuck don't, don't fuck with (Flipmode) you'll feel sorry

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