Busta Rhymes Lyrics
Busta Rhymes Lyrics
"Things We Be Doin' For Money (Part Two) Lyrics"
Two Goes Into Four Lyrics
Two goes into four Two times no more Two will make four Blue goes into green Mostly unseen ?ue becomes green Dreams take me so far Life is the star Trapped in my jar Go Follow the wind Open your heart Then you may start To make it Better
Two goes into four Two times no more Two will make four Blue goes into green Mostly unseen ?ue becomes green Dreams take me so far Life is the star Trapped in my jar Go Follow the wind Open your heart Then you may start To make it Better
[Rampage]:
Yo, it's 3:25 in the morning
My baby mom still yawning
Kiss my little daughter on the forehead
'Nuf said, beeper goes off
Five hundred, it's Busta Bust
In God We Trust another one bites the dust
[Busta]:
Hey Ramp, fuck that!
I was 'bout to see this cat
Some niggas pulled up in a black suburban jumped out the back
Tried to put it on me while we fighting over the gat
The way them niggas tried to play me son, them niggas is wack
Aeiyo, Ramp, yo, you know it's only right to react
Call the whole squad, let's lay these niggas down - face flat
Aeiyo, Bust, chill, calm down
I'll be there in twenty minutes
Uptown 1-51 at St. Nick
I'm there quick
I tell my baby mom I got's to go
I walked out the do' then grabbed the two nines out the flo'
Driving through South, yo, we takin' niggas war
Still on the run
Always running f
Foggy river Lyrics
Originally published on the B-side of the Camouflage single in the United Kingdom. Your love is colder than a foggy river Flowin' o'er a heart of stone You left me stranded on this foggy river Driftin' helpless and alone I can't escape this broken heart of mine There's no freedom anymore Heaven help me on this foggy river Help me find a distant shore There's no tomorrow on this foggy river Only memories linger on A mist of sorrow chills this foggy river Everyth
or cover when its necessaryOriginally published on the B-side of the Camouflage single in the United Kingdom. Your love is colder than a foggy river Flowin' o'er a heart of stone You left me stranded on this foggy river Driftin' helpless and alone I can't escape this broken heart of mine There's no freedom anymore Heaven help me on this foggy river Help me find a distant shore There's no tomorrow on this foggy river Only memories linger on A mist of sorrow chills this foggy river Everyth
I'm out numbered for now
But all that shit is temporary
Fuck with the wrong clik, the way we get down
If your violatin', leavin you lost, you never be found
Number whatever on missing persons
Any minute them niggas gon' feel blast of my squads gats bursting
I through the tri-borough bridge
In my fat land with my two nines and my mans
I'ma second from the spot
I cross the street from the parking lot
My trigger finger is hot
I'm seeing Bust in a phone booth
Niggas on the roofs
Spiff Star is in the range
The atmosphere change
Lord's in the forerunner with machine guns, big ones
Now we 'bout to have mad fun
Me and the whole squad meet up,
Know shit about to heat up
Went the whole entire street up
Blast from the car seat-er
My enemies wouldn't even wanna be you
I see you, hunting me down
I knowing that my crew arrive
We gon' see who be t
Sensual Sickness Lyrics
Blind is the euphoria of the crowd Staring at themselves from inside And observing the succeeding patterns Of the world that spirals downwards. I sense! Tangible phantasm It causes human pride to swell anew. Come on! To touch, maybe catch. Fever of senses stimulates animal brain. And to those of you who scream that they know Keep roaming in your dance Singing of truth and happiness Quelling the misty vision of end.
he last aliveBlind is the euphoria of the crowd Staring at themselves from inside And observing the succeeding patterns Of the world that spirals downwards. I sense! Tangible phantasm It causes human pride to swell anew. Come on! To touch, maybe catch. Fever of senses stimulates animal brain. And to those of you who scream that they know Keep roaming in your dance Singing of truth and happiness Quelling the misty vision of end.
While we creep all over the place
Looking for space
In case, see him, rinse my whole clip up in his face
As my squad hold they post down
We patiently waiting for them to pass through
Carefully timing the way we put it on their whole crew
Aeiyo, Bust give me the queue
I'm here for you, close to you
Blood in and blood out
We goin' all out, bullets just ringing out
Guns is just spraying out
Yo Bust, hit the dirt layflat
You my nigga to the end I gotcha back
Turn around quick
Oh shit!
You started blasting, grazed me on the hip
Lord Have Mercy dumped five on a nigga
Suck his whole shit, his whole crew busting
Shit ain't going according to plan
Goddamn, my shit jam
Nigga standing right behind me
I think I'm caught up on a creep
I think I need to prayer to Lord, my soul to keep
Dis nigga about to fry my head
My crew burst into a rage
Spliff lifted this nigga, putting t
Warum? Lyrics
Die Wahrheit wird von der Macht gemacht, doch liegt sie nur in deinem Wege Seit dem das Leben dich lebendig gemacht, hast du es nur zum Spielball gebracht Warum lebst du? Ideologien haben dich infiziert, siehst nur noch eine Sicht der Dinge H?ltst deinen Kopf bis zum senilen Ende in der enger werdenden Schlinge. Warum lebst du? Und dann stehst du an deinem Grabe und willst nicht gehen Der einzige Lichtblick in deinem Leben - aus deiner Mutter zu g
wo inside his rib cageDie Wahrheit wird von der Macht gemacht, doch liegt sie nur in deinem Wege Seit dem das Leben dich lebendig gemacht, hast du es nur zum Spielball gebracht Warum lebst du? Ideologien haben dich infiziert, siehst nur noch eine Sicht der Dinge H?ltst deinen Kopf bis zum senilen Ende in der enger werdenden Schlinge. Warum lebst du? Und dann stehst du an deinem Grabe und willst nicht gehen Der einzige Lichtblick in deinem Leben - aus deiner Mutter zu g
Yo, Rampage
Aeiyo, I see them niggas coming, now I'm dumbing
We dead three niggas already the next two we leaving bloody
So much drama over this fucking money
The way this situation end it wasn't even funny
Trying to rob this nigga because I was fucking hungry
But if you try to test let's blast a nigga in a hurry
Me and my squad bounce and left the fucking scene ugly
[Anthony Hamilton & The Chosen Generation]:
Things we be doin' for money
Livin' in the street when you're hungry
The way you start to live it ain't funny, no, no
Living day to day but don't live for tomorrow
Things we be doin' for money
Livin' in the street when you're hungry
The way you start to live it ain't funny, no, no
Living day to day but don't live for tomorrow
Things we be doin' for money
Livin' in the street when you're hungry
The way you start to live it ain't funny, no, no
Living day to day but don't live for tomorrow