Rebels Symphony lyrics

by

Busta Rhymes


[Someone Talking]
Lights out n*ggas
Huh, you clowns, ha, ha, ha hah
The Murderers is here now
Game has changed
You know I mean
Nobody knows you anymore
Your records make no sense
You know what I mean
I just wanna know, all I wanna do, I just wanna know, how's it feel
Huh, let me know
What it feel like, huh?

[Verse 1: Ja Rule]
I know y'all n*ggas is, thinking in thought
How y'all gon' catch the Rule, let's catch a dude and send him the feud
But it won't do 'cause now I got a crew, n*gga
Black Child, Tah Murda f*cking Inc., n*gga
O-1 and Vita, keep the dope and the heater or the f*cked up retter or the hot two seater, as long as the love with me
Hoods'll never forget me, I could put rocks in 'em and shine up the city
Like late Frank Nitty, Ja the Big Poppa
For reasons of, we roll up in a big truck and pop ya
Mean like Hoffa, over the wheels, slump body marked imposta
What chall want?

[Verse 2: Tah Murdah]
Seem like y'all n*ggas ain't never gon' learn
Either you hitting, or the n*gga getting hit
Cause son, when I click and c*ck, my sh*t gon' pop
And never been, a small n*gga
Always a score n*gga
That be up in your braud n*gga
You fraud n*gga
Cop yae, from far, but never raw n*ggas
My A's and SK's will rob when it's war n*gga
Product and money
So if you want fifteen, it's twenty
And if you less than ten, I won't bend
Or y'all n*ggas to run with it
Gun busting, I done did it
And anything else that come with it
You don't want it
If it's real, put the deal on it
Stand up n*ggas will have you sitting in chairs with wheels on them
And that murder sh*t, I'm still on it
Murder for life
Give a f*ck if you a accept it
You better respect it, unless it's, one of my fam' members
Leave whoever into this involvement in legal tendency
Laying where the dirt be
You dig this
Better recover with some big sh*t
Or duck when this fifth spit
[Someone Talking]
Another question: Is you willing to die
Just as much as you want to kill?

[Verse 3: Black Child]
I went from handcuff recovering
Blowing up from bubbling
Shot muscling
All my checks doubled in
f*ck tussling
Word to God
Got a hundred men, with guns and tems
And we love Mack-10's
Since the sex, got a n*gga blushed with me
Got a n*gga wet
Dropped the lex
Copped the tech
We cashing checks, son
We out to get the decimals
Don't know about the rest of you
You f*cking with professionals
Murderers, that will split your juggle up
Motherf*cker I'll cut ya
And you think Tah touch ya
Then we flip sh*t with b*tches that ride all day
And n*ggas that get head, on the highway
And n*ggas hating
To see Satin
Or be played
I'm gon' tell yo' ho, you in hell waiting
While n*ggas on Earth
Flossed like they first
For what it's worth
Murderers blast first
[Someone Talking]
n*ggas respect murder everywhere
It's the streets
Nobody's dancing in the streets
Huh, the streets is ours man, murder

[Verse 4: Vita]
n*gga, it's so hard to say good-bye
I wonder why
Take a sneak peak kissing herbs on a high
Hah, I'm down for whatever, whenever
Murderers stick together
See Vita, be that chick to hard throb you n*gga
f*ck you, then rob you n*gga
A grimy broad, that'll set you and wet you
Leave you for my dogs to fetch you
Tie you up and wet you
Unless you, talking pacos again
It don't matter
The longer we spend, the longer we win
And Gotti, showed me how to work these n*ggas
Transport and j*rk these n*ggas
And hurt these n*ggas
And I'll be there, when my n*ggas need bail
Catch a body, take the stand, and won't tell
Detail, I flip wholesale retail
Cheap, so you could get deep into this female
[Someone Talking]
Gangstas and hoes go together
Don't let nobody tell you no different, man
Since the beginning of time
I love my b*tches, man
That's for real

[Verse 5: O-1]
Motherf*cker it's on one
When I come through, n*ggas run
n*ggas know
Equipped with guns, ya heard so
You get plugged up and gutted out
Found dead with a gun in your mouth
Now what you talking about?
Scold on these streets
I'm involved with thugs, who carry heat
To lift you off your feet
The riding suite
But when it's time to eat, the guns come
n*gga's b*tch I'm like he don't want none of the Murderers
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