Get the Money and Dip lyrics

by

Busta Rhymes


[Produced by DJ Scratch]

[Intro: Rampage]
Uh, yeah
Uh, uh!
Uh, uh, yeah
No doubt, uh
Ladies and gentlemen
It's the world premiere of the world's greatest
LBS, Rampage the Last n*gga
One time, uh, uh, uh, uh

[Verse 1: Rampage | Busta Rhymes]
When I watch Batman (Uh!), my favorite man was the Joker (Joker)
Now I'm runnin' kids out the game just like poker (Poker)
f*ck all you n*ggas (Uh!) that's comin' mediocre (-ocre)
I could rock around a yo-yo, plus smoke ya (Smoke ya)
I make you catch a seizure (Uh!)
Know this sh*t and I'm from the milk on Magnesia (Uh!)
You caught a heart attack, your name is Mike Weever (Weever)
You died what? From the two degree fever (Fever, uh!)
Me and my mans, lay it back, smokin' cheeba (Cheeba)
Straight from Flatbush (Uh!), I'ma make you a believer (Uh)
You dead on ice, that means you stoned to the freezer (Uh!)
They wanna bury you next to that girl Eva (Uh!)
It's the heavyweight, yo, I'm out to bring ruck' (Ruck!), watch you get bucked
Pressin' your luck, your time's up (Uh!), now who's the sub zero? (Uh!)
Lockin' sh*t down like Robert DeNiro
It's the Boy Scout, your superhero (Hero), what's the info? (Info)
Yes, yes, I'm a [?], f*ck your demo (Uh!)
Yo' limo (Uh!), and yo' [?] (-[?])
From here to the Projects I get 'nuff respect (-spect)
I got a fan base (Base), so I roll correct
Me and Scratch do it (Uh) since possin 'nuff threats (Ayoyoyoyo)
We knockin' brothers (Uh, uh) off the fields like the Mets (Mets, yah, yah)
[Hook: Busta Rhymes | Rampage]
Come in, come in the trip, makin' moves and slip
Get the money and dip, get my fifth on my hip (Yeah)
Come in, come in the trip, makin' moves and slip (Uh)
Get the money and dip, get my fifth on my hip (Today, uh)
Come in, come in the trip, makin' moves and slip (Yes, Flipmode)
Get the money and dip, get my fifth on my hip (Love it forever)
Come in, come in the trip, makin' moves and slip (Uh)
Get the money and dip, get my fifth on my hip
Come in, come in the trip (Uh)

[Verse 2: Rampage]
Yo, I'm from the maps of the Flats
Where n*ggas pack gats under their dreads (Uh!)
Still on the corner hustlin' crack (Uh!), I used to boost to Macy's (Macy's)
On Saturdays (What?), I used to be in Lacie's (Lacie's)
Back then I thought a n*gga couldn't phase me
My mom Dukes said the Boy Scout was crazy (Crazy)
I'm nineteen, I got a baby on the way (Way)
Yo, the way I'm goin' on (What? What?) I'm hittin' brothers every day (Bang, bang!)
From here to Fort Greene (Uh) me and my cousin Kareem
I got a scheme (What?), f*ck a hope and a dream
I gotta get this cream (Uh!), rollin' with the gangsta lean
Real n*ggas in the hood, know what I mean? (Mean)
I pack heat (Uh!), hundred dollar Nike's on my feet (Feet)
I'm livin' like (What?), I'm just another hungry brother in the street that gotta eat (Uh! Ha!)
[Hook: Busta Rhymes]
Come in, come in the trip, makin' moves and slip
Get the money and dip, get my fifth on my hip
Come in, come in the trip, makin' moves and slip
Get the money and dip, get my fifth on my hip
Come in, come in the trip, makin' moves and slip
Get the money and dip, get my fifth on my hip
Come in, come in the trip, makin' moves and slip
Get the money and dip, get my fifth on my hip
Come in, come in the trip
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