Madd Rapper (The). Tell Em Why U Madd. Bongo Break. Zeneszám

(feat. Busta Rhymes)

[Intro: Madd Rapper/Busta Rhymes]
[Madd Rapper:] Oh shit
What da fuck yo
[Busta Rhymes:] Yeah yeah
[Madd Rapper:] Anotha colabo
Busta Rhymes
[Busta Rhymes:] Flipmode Crazy Cat Catalogue muthafuckers, ayight
[Madd Rapper:]For the street niggaz
Word up Brooklyn
[Busta Rhymes:] Uh huh
[Madd Rapper:]Rhyme specialist
Word up, watcha back
[Busta Rhymes:] Word bond

[Verse 1: Madd Rapper/Busta Rhymes]
[Busta Rhymes:] Yo yo, fuck it my niggaz, You know we gon ill
Fagot niggaz need to be quiet, and let da God build
[Madd Rapper:] Ay yo, word, peace of the God, you know shit is real
Still wonderin' how it feel, to hold a half-a-mil
Dey fucked wit a weak lawyer, and signed a wacked deal
[Busta Rhymes:] Type of shit that'll have you walk wit da illest ice grill
Masquerade and sherade of robberies, niggaz stand still
[Madd Rapper:] We take nickles, pennies, dimes, quarters, and dollar bills
Better run for the hills, and bounce wit da cat skillz
My whole team feel, wit cats its no frills
[Busta Rhymes:] Da type to wet niggaz, whenever dey mack spill
Rehearse robbin' niggaz, like dey rehearsin' a fire drill
Randomly run up on niggaz, at dey free will
[Madd Rapper:] We strip down niggaz, and spend doe for cheap thrills
[Busta Rhymes:] A couple of broke strippers, hustlin' birth control pills
We send dem broke bitches, to boothes on Roosevelt Field

[Hook: Madd Rapper/Busta Rhymes(Together)]
Live nigga standin' right there, yeah
My live bitches standin' right there
And if ya ridin' in ya truck and ya don't giva a fuck
Turn it up to ten until ya'll niggaz can't hear, yeah
Live nigga standin' right there, yeah
My live bitches standin' right there
And if you ever in da front and ya smokin' a blunt
And you don't give a fuck blow ya smoke up in da air

[Verse 2: Madd Rapper]
In case you forgot, Ima six floor nigga
A corner store, dollar and a dream, a big four nigga
I spit raw nigga, Don't know nuttin'
All I Know is I want ya doe, and hoes be frontin'
Word, a forty-five certified rap phenomenon,
After da gold and platinum
Hated on me first, I'm mad at dem
So I Gotcha when dey sleep, and I squeeze my gat on dem
Flaten' Dem, Live at da Garden I'm packin' dem
D-Dot beats, I'm trackin' Dem, Attackin' dem
Namin' Names on records, gettin' back at dem
Closet ass homo niggaz actin' masculine
Pack a gun, Just in case too many of you Run up in my face
Wit all dat bass, act like yall can't get scraped
Straight erase, and take yo place
Mutha fuckaz

[Hook:]

[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
Check it out, this goes out to all my niggaz, I'm givin' you a shout
Try and figure this out, word up
I'm talkin' to all my live muthafuckaz who stay
fuckin' chicken head crews, and bonafied dick suckaz
Niggaz rollin' wild wips wit a great stash for
Da boomin' system, burnin' like a portable sound clash
Fuck meaty bone bitches, who stocked wit a round ass
Livin' on a cell phone and gettin' hed in an E-Class
Please pass the L, why you cradlin' shit
Type of niggaz to swindle you for yours ????? shit
A dis ain't a game nigga
We damage yo frame niggaz
Yo I could give a fuck everyday robbin' da same nigga
Bark on da same nigga, make you know how to act
And blast a low budget on even a high calibur cat
Word to my mother Sometimes I think Its kinda funny
How I stay stackin' whether its mines or another niggaz money

[Hook]