Show Me What You Got
Busta Rhymes
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Hoo! Yeah it's another one of them marvelous s**** Yeah, Flipmode, huh, Busta Rhymes s****, yeah So remarkable, yeah As I say it 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**** flat on the floor We climb into the back of the four Nonchalant flavor fo' sure, Timbs wit a aqua valor Flava like you never seen it before Ha, holy, sacred, and pure Flipmode, be on it fo' sure Be incredible to settle the score Like a n**** shot you in the face, through the peephole in the door From New York, down to Singapore Keep you n**** jumpin' around, had the b**** beggin fo' more Street n****, 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**** if you try to bite, s**** I'll leave a crack in your jaw Take the livest n**** out on a tour Make a n**** black in the spot, make you want to take off a door CHORUS: All my dogs who hustle everyday All my dogs who hustle everyday now Own a store laundrymat around the way And own a store laundrymat around the way now We got to get it, YEAH! My n****, all my n**** Show Me What You Got for me, what you got for me All my n**** what ya got for me All my shorties who stay fresh everyday All my shorties that stay fresh everyday My get money b**** who still hang around the way All my get money b**** that chill around the way now We got to get it, YEAH! We gotta... My b****, all my b****, c'mon Tell me what you got for me What you got for me, all my b**** what you got for me [Verse 2] Now, yo, we stay packin the toast Could give a f****, bust at a ghost And end up on the front of the post N**** know that I be rockin the most F**** Ethiopian b****, living in the ivory coast Let me drug y'all n**** up wit a dose Make you act just like you suppose' Watch a n**** playin me close Nowadays type of dough that we gross I celebrate and throw me a roast And get an old face for a host We get it hype even when we be calm N**** know my word is my bond When we come you know we the bomb Hypnotic s****, get you r**** Shoulda known it was a bad move F**** around and gettin me started Still whippin in the back of the truck So what, not givin a f**** In the streets, livin it up So what happened to the last n**** bust Could give a f**** whoever he was Throw them n**** outta the clubs Them n**** all, s**** turnin me off Tie 'em up, makin 'em cough Gag 'em in the throat wit a cloff After that we go and wild for the night Make 'em know the style for the night Car low, pile for the night You know we always give y'all n**** a blaze Black it out and party for days Let y'all n**** f**** with the strays F**** dimes at the end of the days Gettin money but it's too late Got a n**** stuck in his ways CHORUS
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Written by: BUSTA RHYMES, JAMES DEWITT YANCEY, LAETIA SADIER, TIMOTHY GANE
Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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