Artist/Band:
Busta Rhymes
Lyrics for Song: Take It Off (Part 2)
Lyrics for Album: It Ain't Safe No More... [2002]
[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah
Come fuck wit us
Yeah, y'all know what to do to this shit
Yeah, haha, streets
We bout to do it again
We bout to do it again
We bout to do it again niggas
I hope y'all ready
Check it, check it, c'mon,
[Busta Rhymes]
Check out the technique
C'mon, spit flow and bag up the next freaks
Soldier wit a quicker ho that a live on the next street
Over player then do this shit again next week
Getting this paper, phat chicks up in the next Jeep
Probably listen closer if you let the check speak
I keep fire cause niggas respect heat
Look, I spit fire then come up the best beats
I said I pull the spot from here way down on South Beach major
Globalize, then blow down a South Beach ager
Check it, banana yellow G wagon for the whole sagging
Feel the fox mink dragging on the floor watch it
You really need to stop
Just copped the rob blueberry Lamborghini drop
C'mon, stay strunting with the mini bop
Niggas know when we step in the place, the whole city stop
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes (Meka)]
Better tell 'em if they ain't know, put 'em on shorty
(We know how you be doing it baby) How we be doing it baby
(We know how you be taking it off) How we take it from 'em
(We know how you be killing 'em baby) How we killing 'em
(We know how you be ready to ball) c'mon,
c'mon, you know we ready to do it
(We know how you be driving 'em crazy) Make 'em crazy now, c'mon
(We know how you be breaking if off) You know we breaking it off, let's go
(So come and get it down for me baby) Put it down now
(And make it hot 'til they take it off)
[Busta Rhymes]
This is a shake down (c'mon)
Weaking your whole shit ' til it break down (uh huh)
Speak to the whole clique 'til we take down dudes
Put the heat to 'em make them put the cake down dude (dude)
Scrape down food (food), niggas stay hungry 'til the shit is over
Spit and make the tape sound rude
Ha, niggas get screwed, see they ain't really worth not a thing
But only getting on the stage to get booed
Kennedy loft hos mackin' at the top of the Trump Towers
Rocking fly Versace, cherry cloth robes (robes)
Like ghostface the most ready just for the glow
Showcase the most, them niggas sure to blow
No waste a time, you know we sure to grow
I'm saying no place a mine, is for them corny hos
C'mon, with all this paper and the shit we coping
We keeping it gully and know we always keep it popping
[Chorus]
[Break - Busta Rhymes & Meka]
Ha, get that money
Come fuck wit us
Hands in the sky
Keep on livin
Do your own thing
All my people holla and let me hear ya reply
Say take it off (take it off)
Say take it off (you better take it off)
Say take it off (take it off)
Say take it off (better take it off)
[Busta Rhymes]
C'mon, ha, we hold a rock boy
The way we on fire call a nigga hot boy
Hot, we raise the level to we blow the spot boy
And watch the water boil and spill over the pot boy
Listen, I hope you know you need to stop boy
Fronting and trying be something you not boy
Listen again we keep on banging and pissing 'em off
Spazzin on niggas until we silence or finish 'em off
[Chorus]
Yeah
Wait, wait, wait hold on
Come on let me put it right here, what you doing? What you doing?
Hold on, hold on, wait, wait, wait, got a rubber?
I don't need no rubber, you look clean,
wait the fuck you ain't go no pimples or nothing
Na, na, you ain't running up in here without no jimmy
Ah, you fucking acting like that
You better find one
Alright so, alright so, hold on, hold on, don't yo
Just stay, just like that, don't even, just stay
I'm not leaving
Alright cool, hold on, hold on
I knew I had a condom what the fuck man
Where the fuck is a condom when you need one?
It is I, Trojan Man!
Oh shit, oh thank God it's you, you got a condom man?
No, I only have one trick cover left, and my hormones are rising
And I want your bitch to taste it
Trojan Man!
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