To My People lyrics

by

Busta Rhymes


[Chorus: Busta Rhymes & Rampage]
Ya don't stop
To my people in the front
Ya don't stop
To my people in the rear
Say what?
Throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop
To my people on the left
Ya don't stop
To my people on the right
Ya don't stop
To my people everywhere
Say what?
Throw your hand in the air
Ya don't stop
To my people in New York
Ya don't stop
To my people down South
Ya don't stop
To my people out West
Say what?
Throw your hand in the air
Ya don't stop
To my hip hop n*ggas
Ya don't stop
To my n*ggas in the street
Ya don't stop
To my n*ggas gettin' money
Say what?
Throw your hand in the air
Ya don't stop
[Verse 1: Spliff Star]
Uh, straight off the bat
My squad is known across the map (So what?)
When y'all n*ggas show love, then we show you love back
Y'all n*ggas want beef, f*ck it! Take it to the streets (Uh-huh)
Y'all n*ggas gon' chill, then we sit down and we build
My squad finally here, unit of the year (Ah)
We settin' up shop and we ain't goin' nowhere
We want it all (Hmm) even if we gotta brawl for it (Say what?)
We want it all even if you gotta fall for it (That's right)
We stage wreckers (Uh), fifty-two car deckers
Reppin' to the world (Uh) 'til the law come and get us (Woo!)
You jealous fellas, I'm puttin' holes in vendettas (What?)
Twist your body (What?) with two shells from a shottie (Pow!)

[Verse 2: Baby Sham, Spliff Star & Rampage]
n*ggas wanna get me touched
(Nah, they can't touch you)
Shinin' and flossin' too much
(Nah, they can't cross you)
Light on my toes (Uh), left him ten feet
Part from his heat, play it softly
The (What?) truth speaks (Uh) through this poetry
For me to call shot (What?), c*ck block my life
Add a little spice (Uh), Devil eyes snake rise on dice
Have your fam call (What?) Christ, Flipmode battle (Yeah) for mics
All my sh*t be high priced (What?), I'm slashing dikes
Feel me (Uh) liftin' thugs out they crease it's quickly
Shift two keys (Uh) in two weeks and gross forty G's (What?)
Report me and live shortly (Uh), Slouch cat livin' off calibil breeze (What?)
You wanna get involved better grip on tight (Uh)
Take the next flight (Yeah, huh), we got it locked (Uh) on the next bike (What?)
[Verse 3: Rampage]
(Check it out, huh)
I got the eye of a tiger (Tiger), that's plan to go higher (Higher)
My squad is on fire until death do us (Do us, uh)
If the label wanna sue us, yo, I'm taking the reels (Reels)
I'm the man with the gat that be ready to peel (Uh)
I'm the one next to Spliff (Uh) when it's time to ill
I'ma show up by astro red cross and blue shields
Watch us make a move (Uh), catch us on smokin' groove (Rules)
House of blues (Uh), MTV News
On the bus with (Uh) my Flipmode loco (Loco), takin' flicks (Uh)
Hittin' chicks by the dozen (Dozen), keep a shot runnin' (Uh)
Now I'm on a journey (Journey, uh)
It take you twenty light years to burn me (Burn me)
If you want beef call my attorney
All that other (Uh) whack sh*t don't concern me (Uh!)
I'm being felt, I got a title under my belt (Yeah)
I'm out to get the wealth (Wealth), I'm bout my squad and myself (Uh)

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes & Rampage]
To my n*ggas in the front
Ya don't stop
To my n*ggas in the rear
Say what?
Throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop
To my n*ggas on the left
Ya don't stop
To my n*ggas on the right
Ya don't stop
To my n*ggas everywhere
Say what?
Throw your hand in the air
Ya don't stop
[Verse 4: Rah Digga]
Uh, comin' correct for all my Flipmode brothers (Yeah)
Stats ratin' higher than that of single mothers (Peace, peace)
Peace to my Outz clique, b*tches that I bounce with
Er'body else get the gas like Auschwitz
(Like) Flows for real like a rap b*tch should (Yeah)
Type takin' n*ggas out like they packaged goods
Rappers wanna contest, they buggin' (sh*t...)
Straight up and down, we run the underground like H. Tubman (What?)
I'm the bomb, b*tch, n*gga, Rah
D-I-G got rhymes
God be my, witness, long as I walk this globe
I be spittin' more verses than the Book of Job

[Verse 5: Busta Rhymes]
Why (Why) are you (You) ignoring us (Us)
Running (Running) and hiding (Hiding) and avoiding us (Us)
n*ggas on the low (Low!) be recording us (Us)
My rhyme (Re-) flow remain ('Main) poisonous ('Nous)
Yo, your sh*t sound whack, still annoying us (Us)
We alive (Hah), n*gga ain't no destroying us (Hah)
You better off if you come join with us (Hahahahaha...)
Perpendicular, or analysing my whole molecular (Hah)
In particular, roll with my squad or roll singular
I ain't into b*tches who f*ck animals like caligula
More hot sh*t (Hah) so go get your water sprinkler (Hmm)
Fire extinguisher, rhyme prime minister, come on! (Hah)
Never mistake me for nobody else (Hoo!)
Another blast make you sh*t on yourself (Hahaha)
I hope all of y'all know that I always master the art (Hah)
Rip you apart (Hah!), put your hand on my heart (Huh!)
Flipmode number one on the chart
Solo or collective (Hah), my perspective and objective is to win!
All praises due (Hahaha) to my squad one and the same (Hah)
Cherish every blessin' I have to make y'all witness my name
Burn another calorie (Hah), come inside my galaxy (Hoo!)
Put your money where your mouth is, double your salary
Hey dude (Hah), you know we stay rude, high on a quelude (Hah)
Bust your sh*t bounce in a Honda Prelude
Let's G off (Hah!), n*gga ease off, I make you breeze off (Huh!)
Break fool, make you rip your jeans off

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes & Rampage]
To my people everywhere
Say what?
Throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop
To my people in the left
Ya don't stop
To my people in the right
Ya don't stop
To my people in the rear
Say what?
Throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop

[Outro: Busta Rhymes & Rampage]
To my people in the front
Ya don't stop
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