Show Me What You Got lyrics

by

Raekwon


[Intro]
Huh!
Yeah, it's another one of them marvelous sh*ts
Yeah, Flipmode, heh (Yeah) Busta Rhymes sh*t (Yeah)
So remarkable, yeah
As I say it (Yeah) over and over again
From song to song, yeah, so remarkable (Hah)
Heh, yeah, so remarkable

[Verse 1]
Yo, yo, Busta Rhymes the immaculate raw
Hardcore, riggady raw, lay n*ggas flat on the floor
Reclinin' in the back of the four
Nonchalant flavor fo' sure, Timbs with a aqua valor
Flava like you never seen it before
Hah, holy, sacred, and pure
Flipmode, be on it fo' sure
The incredible to settle the score
Like a n*gga shot you in the face, through the peephole in the door
From New York, down to Singapore
Keep you n*ggas jumpin' around, had the b*tches beggin' fo' more
Street n*ggas, yeah, we speak for the poor
Now we stack cheddar galore, when we shop and buy at the store
Metaphor like nuclear war
I warned n*ggas if you try to bite, sh*t, I'll leave a crack in your jaw
Take the livest n*ggas out on a tour
Make a n*gga black in the spot, make you wanna take off a door
[Chorus]
All my dogs who hustle every day
(All my dogs who hustle every day, now)
And own a store laundromat around the way
(And own a store, laundromat around the way now, yeah)
We got to get it (Yeah!) (Gotta)
My n*ggas (All my n*ggas)
Show me what you got for me
(What you got for me, all my n*ggas, what ya got for me)
All my shorties (Hah) who stay fresh every day
(All my shorties that stay fresh every day, yeah)
My get money b*tches who still hang around the way
(All my get money b*tches that chill around the way now, yeah)
We got to get it (Yeah!) (We gotta)
My b*tches (All my b*tches, c'mon)
Show me what you got for me
(What you got for me, all my b*tches what you got for me, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2]
Now, yo, we stay packin' the toast
Could give a f*ck, bust at a Ghost
And end up on the front of the post
n*ggas know that I be rockin' the most
f*ckin' Ethiopian b*tches, livin' in the ivory coast
Let me drug y'all n*ggas up with a dose
Make you act just like you supposed
Watch a n*gga playin' me close
Nowadays type of dough that we gross
I celebrate and throw me a roast
And get a known face for a host
We get it hype even when we be calm
n*ggas know my word is my bond
When we come you know we the bomb
Hypnotic sh*t, get you retarded
Shoulda known it was a bad move
f*ckin' around and gettin' me started
Still whippin' in the back of the truck
So what? Not givin' a f*ck
In the streets, livin' it up
So what happened to the last n*gga, Bust?
Could give a f*ck whoever he was
Throw them n*ggas outta the clubs
Them n*ggas all, sh*t turnin' me off
Tie 'em up, makin' 'em cough
Gag 'em in the throat with a cloth
After that we go and wild for the night
n*ggas know the style for the night
Car low, pile for the night
You know we always give y'all n*ggas a blaze
Black it out and party for days
Let y'all n*ggas f*ck with the strays
f*ckin' dimes at the end of the days
Gettin' money but it's too late
Got a n*gga stuck in his ways
[Chorus]
All my dogs who hustle every day
(All my dogs who hustle every day, now, yeah)
And own a store, laundromat around the way
(And own a store, laundromat around the way, now, yeah)
We got to get it (We gotta) (Yeah!)
My n*ggas (All my n*ggas, now)
Show me what you got for me
(What you got for me, all my n*ggas what ya got for me, yeah)
(Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)
All my shorties who stay fresh every day
(All my shorties that stay fresh every day, yeah)
My get money b*tches who still hang around the way
(All my get money b*tches that hang around the way, now, yeah)
We got to get it (Yeah) (We gotta, hah)
My b*tches (All my b*tches, now)
Tell me what you got for me
(What you got for me, all my b*tches what you got for me, now, tell me)
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