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Busta Rhymes - We Could Take It Outside lyrics
Verse 1: I'm a natural born killa that's born to rise Flipmode is the squad so it's no surprise Niggas want to advertise about how we get down You fuck around leave your body in the lost and found How you like me now? We got the industry on lock The world is on shock I'm a take a piece of the rock Yo, you feel it in the heart when we took you to the park Midnight after dark, I'm the raider of the lost ark (ark echo's) Now na na na na na na, nana nah Super size, super size, right before your eyes I bring in treats like giant sweet potato pies Wise, sword shift and I spit on flies Killing all the tips from studio spies Head to bed, beddie bye, beddie bye Don't ask why, we'll take your ass to paradise Flipmode's the squad don't rest, don't try Peace to my people in the friendly sky Peace to my outer space ties I'm in leather like the ladies Bigger than crack in the 80's (80's echo's) Drive the buggy I Mercedes Blow up like C-4 Got so much to live for Can't play the game no more Pick up the cain no more Brothers ain't the same no more Try to sweat me, what am I aiming for Get yourself caught up Faggot ass tore up In the worst way, the only way you can stop me is cock your glock and shot me Drop me, pop me, make sure you that you got me Cause anytime I live I'm comin back to find you poppy Chorus: What y'all niggas wanna do? Yo we can take it outside Ya'll niggas want something? Yo we can take it outside What y'all niggas wanna do? Yo we can take it outside Ya'll niggas want something? Yo we can take it outside Verse 2: Push up in the hot rod, alley cats a rah rah All my flipmode in the backseats with chrome nods Hear to bust mine Nigga frat child let his brain fry Pretty boy sliced up philly contact from his red eye You failed to realize when you macks me you drop the plastic Run up in your crib, now you heat me from the mattress My crew expanded, QB is where we landed Yellow strip you crossed it Now I'm forcing you to drink this champotion Show me were loaded The desert eagle hear it cockin' Lovin my doggie While we shinin' continue flossin Steppin on toes I crush the whole shoe Pronto like Cru till I'm Triumphant like Wu The shit you talkin crazy like niggas turnin in their hand guns I be burnin mc's like betty grandson Smokin grey poupon boy Two lines, I chew rhymes and make niggas fall like they was futons All day outsiders, this squad be flipmode We get a dick rode a whole shitload Chorus Verse Three: We the official g-u-rilla to lead militias Stack peelin, americana Spit sentences like one of missy wanna's Reminisce the promise Bring drama like Nicaragua Fatigues march, army leaders, they count crooked drug dollars And sip fresh squeezed milk from the titties of llamas Leave cities in carnage Prettiest farmers that pour whisky at harvest and hold 16 guananas Maintain, maintain, maintain I pray like Gussalini Zion fists Try on this, you can't see me like vagina lips Smugglin diamond chips, bubblin anonymous The dominant will resource and count script crews and world wars (world wars echo's) Yo, you better practice what you preach, I got 7 MC's And 10 g's, I'll show each Never interfere and shit, souvenirs for your ears and shit Clear poetry like William Shakespeare and shit Word is bond checkin me out Hey what you talkin about You lost and walkin about Niggas got beef they want to say and start talkin it out Hey, oh my god, y'all nigga be buggin me out Wish they could lay me down and have the police start chalkin me out Now I zoom in on you and my niggas start stalkin you out Chuck down that bullshit that you be callin about This one's for my people and my niggas up North The ruler shit dynasty but Flipmode finally come fourth Exports and imports hittin you with flavors of all sorts My squad comin through, chop off your ear Chorus 2x |
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