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Show Me What You Got
(专辑: Anarchy - 2000)
Hoo! Yeah it's another one of them marvelous shits Yeah, Flipmode, huh, Busta Rhymes shit, yeah So remarkable, yeah As I
say it over and over again From song to song, yeah, so remarkable Hah, heh, yeah, so remarkable [Verse 1] Yo, yo, Busta Rhymes the
immaculate raw Hardcore, riggady raw, lay niggas flat on the
floor We climb into the
back of the
four Nonchalant flavor fo' sure, Timbs wit a
aqua valor Flava like you never seen it before Ha, holy, sacred, and pure Flipmode, be on it fo' sure Be incredible to settle the
score Like a
nigga shot you in the
face, through the
peephole in the
door From New York, down to Singapore Keep you niggas jumping around, had the
bitches beggin fo' more Street niggas, yeah we speak for the
poor Now we stack cheddar galore, when we shop and buy at the
store Metaphor like nuclear war I
warned niggas if you try to bite, shit I'll leave a
crack in your jaw Take the
livest niggas out on a
tour Make a
nigga black in the
spot, make you wanna take off a
door [CHORUS:] All my dogs who hustle everyday All my dogs who hustle everyday now Own a
store laundrymat around the
way And own a
store laundrymat around the
way now We got to get it, YEAH! My niggas, all my niggas Show Me What You Got for me, what you got for me All my niggas what ya got for me All my shorties who stay fresh everyday All my shorties that stay fresh everyday My get money bitches who still hang around the
way All my get money bitches that chill around the
way now We got to get it, YEAH! We gotta... My bitches, all my bitches, c'mon Tell me what you got for me What you got for me, all my bitches what you got for me [Verse 2] Now, yo, we stay packin the
toast Could give a
fuck, bust at a
ghost And end up on the
front of the
post Niggas know that I
be rockin the
most Fuckin Ethiopian bitches, living in the
ivory coast Let me drug y'all niggas up wit a
dose Make you act just like you suppose' Watch a
nigga playin me close Nowadays type of dough that we gross I
celebrate and throw me a
roast And get an old face for a
host We get it hype even when we be calm Niggas know my word is my bond When we come you know we the
bomb Hypnotic shit, get you retarded Shoulda known it was a
bad move Fuckin around and gettin me started Still whippin in the
back of the
truck So what, not givin a
fuck In the
streets, livin it up So what happened to the
last nigga bust Could give a
fuck whoever he was Throw them niggas outta the
clubs Them niggas all, shit turnin me off Tie 'em up, makin 'em cough Gag 'em in the
throat wit a
cloff After that we go and wild for the
night Make 'em know the
style for the
night Car low, pile for the
night You know we always give y'all niggas a
blaze Black it out and party for days Let y'all niggas fuck with the
strays Fuckin dimes at the
end of the
days Gettin money but it's too late Got a
nigga stuck in his ways [CHORUS]
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