b*tch lyrics

by

Busta Rhymes


[Intro: Lil Jon]
[b*tch repeated in the background]
Yeah one time
It's your boy Lil Jon and them Eastside Boyz
Who we be talkin to man? Who we be talkin to?
Any n*gga that act like a woman
Any b*tch that act like a motherf*ckin (b*tch)
Any pus*y n*gga that's a motherf*ckin (b*tch)
Send this sh*t out to y'all man
f*ck y'all pus*y ass n*ggas
You ain't nothin but a motherf*ckin (b*tch)
Okay!
This how we gon put this sh*t down for y'all
Yeah

[Chorus: Lil Jon & Too $hort]
We run this (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
We run this (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
We run this (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
We run this (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
You ain't f*ckin wit me (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
You ain't f*ckin wit me (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
You ain't f*ckin wit me (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
You ain't f*ckin wit me (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
Start a riot in this (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
Start a riot in this (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
Start a riot in this (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
Start a riot in this (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
Start a riot in this (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
Start a riot in this (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
Start a riot in this (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
Or get the f*ck out this (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
[Verse 1: Lil Jon]
You be actin like a (b*tch) So we treat you like a (b*tch)
You be actin like a (b*tch) So we treat you like a (b*tch)
We beat you like a (b*tch), Kick your ass like a (b*tch)
We take your f*ckin sh*t and leave you stuck (like a b*tch)
You wearin panties (like a b*tch), You pus*y (like a b*tch)
You sound (like a b*tch), You talkin (like a b*tch)
You cry (like a b*tch), You whinin (like a b*tch)
I hate you (f*ckin b*tch), We'll (kill you b*tch)

[Verse 2: Big Sam]
So back up off me in this (b*tch)
Or get f*cked up in this (b*tch)
My n*ggas real in this (b*tch)
Split your wig in this (b*tch)
Crack your head in this (b*tch)
Beat your ass in this (b*tch)
So keep poppin at the mouth
And get f*cked up (like a b*tch)
Smack you up (like a b*tch)
Stomp you out (like a b*tch)
Snap your neck (like a b*tch)
Beat you down (like a b*tch)
Take your money (like a b*tch)
On your knees (like a b*tch)
We don't like you (f*ckin b*tch)
We'll (kill you b*tch)
[Chorus: Lil Jon & Too $hort]
We run this (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
We run this (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
We run this (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
We run this (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
You ain't f*ckin wit me (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
You ain't f*ckin wit me (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
You ain't f*ckin wit me (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
You ain't f*ckin wit me (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
Start a riot in this (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
Start a riot in this (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
Start a riot in this (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
Start a riot in this (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
Start a riot in this (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
Start a riot in this (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
Start a riot in this (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
Or get the f*ck out this (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)

[Verse 3: Chyna Whyte & Lil Jon]
Ain't no hoes f*ckin with this b*tch, I put years in this sh*t
Shed tears for this sh*t, b*tch I'm real with this sh*t
(Don't push me)
Cause ain't a f*ckin thing bout me pus*y
Except this red sh*t that drip from me
I get money in my hood
b*tch ain't nothin funny (nothin funny)
But a faggot n*gga in nut-huggers and big hoops
We tussle over who got juice
You livin a lie (lie)
Who speakin the truth, Who gettin that loot
You get on the mic with that bullsh*t b*tch (b*tch)
Then it's all on you
Hangin rap labels (rap labels)
I ain't dealin with fables (fables)
I only f*cks with n*ggas who do business up under the table
They mad shorty, You hoes can't make it in the game
Unless your titties and your ass out, Now f*ck wit me
So I can show you who really bout it in this b*tch
Turnin from sweet to sour in this b*tch
Like zero to sixty m.p.h
It's a thin line between love and hate
And f*ck the world cause I ain't here to stay (Yeah!), b*tch
[Chorus: Lil Jon & Too $hort]
We run this (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
We run this (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
We run this (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
We run this (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
You ain't f*ckin wit me (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
You ain't f*ckin wit me (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
You ain't f*ckin wit me (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
You ain't f*ckin wit me (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
Start a riot in this (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
Start a riot in this (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
Start a riot in this (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
Start a riot in this (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
Start a riot in this (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
Start a riot in this (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
Start a riot in this (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
Or get the f*ck out this (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)

[Interlude: Lil Jon]
Yeah!
Hey check this out right (Whassup?)
All y'all club managers (Uh-Huh)
And club owners (Yeah!)
It's about to get real ugly in your motherf*ckin club right now
(f*cked up in that b*tch)
I'ma tell you like this (Whassup?)
Get your motherf*ckin security ready (f*ck em)
Cause I think some sh*t about to go down n*gga
(What's goin down n*gga?)
It's your boy Lil Jon (Uh-Huh)
Eastside Boyz
Y'all check this out

[Bridge: Lil Jon]
Y'all check this sh*t out!
Let me see you get crunk
Let me see you get buck
Let me see you tear the motherf*ckin club on up
Let me see you get crunk
Let me see you get buck
Let me see you tear the motherf*ckin club on up
Man f*ck them motherf*ckin pus*y ass n*ggas
Man f*ck them motherf*ckin pus*y ass n*ggas
Man f*ck them motherf*ckin pus*y ass n*ggas
Man f*ck them motherf*ckin pus*y ass n*ggas

[Chorus: Lil Jon & Too $hort]
We run this (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
We run this (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
We run this (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
We run this (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
You ain't f*ckin wit me (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
You ain't f*ckin wit me (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
You ain't f*ckin wit me (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
You ain't f*ckin wit me (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
Start a riot in this (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
Start a riot in this (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
Start a riot in this (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
Start a riot in this (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
Start a riot in this (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
Start a riot in this (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
Start a riot in this (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
Or get the f*ck out this (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)

[Too $hort ad-libs over the Chorus]
Beytch!
Still actin like a b*tch
Yeah that's right it's Short Short
Short Dawg

[Verse 4: Too $hort]
Told you once little b*tch
Said it twice little b*tch
Hang around us n*ggas all night
You get your little ass whooped b*tch
For actin like a b*tch
Back slap you like a b*tch
While you're snappin a flick (b*tch)
It's Short Dawg, I ain't went nowhere
Still spittin real game for all the pimps and the players
And you b*tches
Don't try to front fool
If you don't leave soon
Them n*ggas bout to jump you
You just a b*tch (b*tch)
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