Pump Ya Fist lyrics

by

Busta Rhymes


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[Hook]
Pump Ya Fists, Like This, C'mon
Pump Ya Fists, Like This, C'mon
Pump Ya Fists, Like This, C'mon
Pump Ya Fists, Like This
U Rockin with a
Dog Diggy Dog Da-Dang Da-Dang Diggy Diggy
Dog Diggy Dog Da-Dang Da-Dang Diggy Diggy
Dog Diggy Dog Da-Dang Da-Dang Diggy Diggy
Dog Diggy Dog Da-Dang Da-Dang Diggy Diggy

[Verse]
I don't Walk I stalk, Livin Foul like Pork
Shuttin Down underground Streets of new york
Hawk, is wut them n*ggas call me
Cuz they all be, Suckin my di*k
AND ON MY MOTHERf*ckIN BALLS, G
I kno the Half, So I laugh with em
My blood bath in the let f*ckin wrath hit em
Full clip but only half did em
That's all it took, another crook, taken out over a dirty look
I bag n*ggas, but n*ggas that try, get shot dead
Ain't taken a f*ckin thing from me but hot lead
U kno my style faggot, cuz im alwayz scheming
In jail n*ggas is holdin the six screamin, "POLICE!"
But u got no peace it was just you BIG MAN and a lot more grease
All i get is daps cuz n*ggas don't want none of this
Backstreets ARE LIKE TRACK MEETS, CUZ I BE RUNNIN THIS
[Hook]

[Verse]
I got a buck type of I'll flow that still go for days
Don't you u know i could kill your ass in many ways
Watch ya die slow without so much as a blink
Leave you in ur crib till your neighbors notice the stink
Use ur blood like ink, write my name on the wall
Dark man, X!, Death to Them All
Chump n*ggas Call, Beggin for they life
And i just f*cked that b*tch that u call your wife
She livin TRIFE and that's just how i want em
Bring his f*ckin neice me n my man get up on em
That's why i creep em, lay em, slide
Takin man muthaf*ckin hoes on a ride
Get they skins drived
Just like a ferrari, hurt them, hurtin
Blast your ass cuz she j*rkin, my di*k
My wreck, must BUST, A TECH, off up in ya ass blast through your neck

[Hook]

[Verse]
The way i be flippin n*ggas can't understand
n*ggas be like DOG i thought i was your man
You shouldn't have thought and that's what you get for thinking
Thinking cuz i knew u, i wouldn't get you n*ggas stinking
Im the only offspring, of a bad breed
Motivated by mad greed, i make the bad BLEED
A bad seed, from a rotten apple
Preacher talks sh*t, get popped in the chaple
Flavour like snapple, we can all get some
Cuz it's all good in that hood im from
I,eat a n*gga, dog,I do em real dirty
Me and my peeps meet ALL my peeps at seven thirty
Out for lunch forever,won't be back
Don't know act, so we attack in tha back
Muthaf*ckA
That's how they do
That's how they do
That's how they do BABYYYYY
[Hook x3]
Go!go!go!Go![Repeat till End]
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