Figadoh (Remix) lyrics

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M.O.P.


[Intro]
Get money, get that dough
Get money, get that dough
Get money, get that dough
What, what, get that dough
Get that dough, get that dough
Get that dough, get that dough
Get that dough, Figadoh

[Busta Rhymes]
Ray Benzino.. Hangmen 3..
Bus-a-Bus.. M.O.P...
What the f*ck?
Let's give it to ya
Yeah, what the f*ck y'all want? (Ha ha ha)
What the f*ck y'all want? (Ha ha ha)
What the f*ck y'all want? (Ha ha ha)
Come on (Ha ha ha)

[Busta Rhymes]
Guess who's comin through right now, b*tch?
To smack you with the force to kill a f*cking cow, b*tch
Hunh, I told you not to f*ck around, b*tch
Foul n*gga, that's the way we gettin down, b*tch
You shook faggot, I'ma keep you motherf*ckers shaking
And run around just like a crazy big foot Jamaican
See there's no mistaking, see you can never replace me, n*gga
They think you alien, whippin sh*t like a hated n*gga
I wonder, wise guy trife and said to me
What we be on and that we would have a recipe
Talk, what they talkin bout rude boy?
Some gully n*ggas up in the place, we comin through, boy
The news be tryin and run go report n*ggas
The way they do when immigration trt to deport n*ggas
Ray Benzino, Bus-a-Bus and M.O.P
Just for the record - none of you n*ggas can f*ck with me!
[Chorus 2x w/ Busta Rhymes ad libs]
Figadoh
Doooooooooough
Fi-ga-doh, Figa-da-doh!
Fi-ga-doh, Figa-da-doh!
You know me, Figada-figada-figada
Get that dough, Figada-doh

[Benzino]
Me and Bus-a-Bus breakin bread dough town
f*ck a bus - we private jet Motown
Boston streets.. where I put my flow down
Hold up, you shakin it fast, b*tch slow down
Blaze shots for the gangster in me
You scared to carry heat, don't hang with me (Motherf*cker)
Big guns, no thang to me
Top three is what I aim to be
Hunh, and what I rep.. mainly 3
Ain't no muthaf*cka spittin flames like me
Original gon come, brew it up
M.O.P. gon come, to rip it up
When I reach, it ain't to greet you
f*ck your people, motherf*cker pleased to meet you
B-E-N-Z-I-N-O...
This the remix, Figadoh, b*tch!
[Chorus]

[Lil' Fame]
(Bom bom bom) F-I-Z-Z-Y dub O
Mack (Bingfield, B.K.) Oh!
Bring b*tch out of the bubbs warrior style
Throwing bricks, bottles and slugs (Get it on son!)
I spit 8 bars and smack the f*ck out the engineer before the songs done
Just to make this sh*t more hotter
So tighten up your training wheels b*tch...
Cause your f*cking with a scholar

[Billy Danze]
With this I step lively, talking to myself cause I'm mad
With a mack 10 to spin - back up n*gga! (Back up n*gga!)
Watch out n*gga.. (Watch out n*gga!)
I'm coming, mojo smokin, I ain't jokin faggot, I'm gunnin
I ain't hear nothin, start runnin
Why you suprised, you a f*cking with a man who got.. (Fire!)
With sides will.. (Fire!)
Any n*gga that want it, any n*gga that front it, I pump one in his stomach

[Chorus]
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