Busta Rhymes Freestyle lyrics

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Ice-T


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[Busta Rhymes]
"Yeah, yeah- Drukenstyle '99- Busta Rhymes- I smoke blunts though, but I
Get drunk with the Drunkenstyle '99 sh*t- Flipmode Squad, check it out."

Ayyo, extreme force of course- Time to floss
Straight to The Source- n*gga, ya lost- Who be the boss?
Busta Rhymes, n*gga, ya soft- Makin' ya cough
Turnin' ya ass off- Bounce to my loft, let me show off
More sh*t n*ggas can't f*ck wit'- The raw hit
Split your dome quick- b*tches lust my ice bracelet
Quick, baby, recite it- Ya like it
*f*cked* you in the right place with my night stick
I be the S-500, V-8, drop suspension
Customized twenty inch rim, chip inside the fuel injection
Pay attention to this lesson before I mention
Experience the Flipmode lyrical apprehension
I'm in the zone, hang up the cell phone
Rock stupid ice- b*tch started romancin' my stones
More style I've ever shown, holdin' my own
Don't let me catch you alone 'fore I hit you wit' the full blown!
Bust Rhymes like that, kick you in your back
Mothaf*cka, it's goin' down like that
Drunkenstyle '99 sh*t
(Whistle blowing)

Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- Ayyo
Ayyo- Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- Ayyo
Ayyo- Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- Ayyo
Ayyo, Drunkenstyle '99

Ayyo, one million and one times
We floss, f*ck wit' these b*tches wit' money on my mind
Rock coyote furs, displayin' Frank Mueller watches
Get in the waistline, the nozzle way down in my crotches
Open the jewelery boxes- Select ice wit' such a shine
Look at the sky, see little movin' color blotches
Supreme n*ggas, controllin' the scene n*ggas
Your crew funny-lookin' like Mr- Bean, n*gga!
b*tch slap a b*tch n*gga, fall on the ground
And you apply- We identified what your little b*tch sound
Ehhh! Ehhh! n*ggas is cryin' like a faggot's ass beaten
We catch pics and wild wit' they money for the weekend
Raise the stakes, my n*gga, f*ck the contemplatin'
Who be regulatin' sh*t, we controllin' the situation
Take your paper and bounce, n*ggas ain't sayin' nothin'
Then I stop, stare in ya face and dare ya to say somethin'
Busta Rhymes, Flipmode Squad
Straight smokin' blunts consistantly
Drunkenstyle '99 sh*t, Flipmode Squad
Authentic street corner hip-hop, n*gga
But the problem is Extinction Level Event sh*t
Bouncin' like satellites in orbit
Stay seein' all you funny-ass n*ggas at every-ass angle
Mothaf*cka, tryin' to move like you creepin' up on somethin'
Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- Ayyo
Ayyo- Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- Ayyo
Ayyo- Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- Ayyo
Ayyo, Drunkenstyle '99
Ayyo- Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- Ayyo
Ayyo- Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- Ayyo
Ayyo- Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- Ayyo
Ayyo, Drunkenstyle '99


[Mad Skillz on a telephone]
"Yo, this Mad Skillz, you-know-what-I'm-sayin'? When I ain't endin' out
End M.C.'s careers real quick, I'm checkin' out my man Drunken Master
You-know-what-I'm-sayin'? You know how we get down
And if you don't know we don't speak
So watch you favorite beacon freak when my sh*t hits the streets
I'm unslept on like p*ssy sheets
I got lines and rhymes that raise minds like Einstein out his sleep
f*ck a heat- n*gga, I'm MC squared
Rhyme style rare and I'll choke yo' ass like E in Hair
Not to be compared to you or that n*gga over there
I'ma evacuate more rapid then a prison bomb scare- Aiiight?
Ya betta open up ya eyes and peep the real before I jump out this joint."
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