Blowing the Speakers

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Trevor Tahiem Smith, Jr., (born May 20, 1972), better known by his stage name Busta Rhymes, is an American rapper, producer and actor. Chuck D of Public Enemy gave him the alias Busta Rhymes after NFL wide receiver George "Buster" Rhymes. Early in his career, he was known for his wild style and fashion, and today is best known for his intricate rapping technique, which involves rapping at a fast rate with lots of internal rhyme and half rhyme, and to date has received eleven Grammy nominations for his musical work. About.com included him on its list of the 50 Greatest MCs of Our Time (1987–2007), while Steve Huey of Allmusic called him one of the best and most prolific rappers of the '90s. In 2012, The Source placed him on their list of the Top 50 Lyricists o… more »

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Yeah (yeah), Murda On The Beat so it's not nice
Yeah (yeah)
And yeah (and yeah)
Yeah

We turnin' the heat up again (yeah)
We fuckin' the beat up again (yeah)
We fuckin' the street up again (yee)
We blowin' the speakers again (yeah)
In my Ferragana-Ferragamo (uh)
While they fear the god, I fear the problem (uh)
Bitch, we be comin' to win (yeah)
Yes, we came a long way from the bottom
We turnin' the heat up again (uh)
We fuckin' the beat up again (yeah)
We fuckin' the street up again (yeah)
We blowin' the speakers again (woop)
In my Ferragana-Ferragamo (yeah)
While they fear the god, I fear the problem (yeah)
Bitch, we be comin' to win (uh)
Yes, we came a long way from the bottom (yeah)

In a Panamera Porsche (ugh)
Color marinara sauce (ugh)
Color soundin' like I split a atom, put the body on a cross (yeah)
Doin' this shit like you can't imagine
Even my bitches be whippin' Phantoms (bitches be whippin' phantoms)
My bitches drink flat tummy tea 'til all they shit all flatten (yah)
See how we lettin' it go? (Damn)
Hannibal Lecter with flows (damn)
Very selective with hoes
Despite I'm the nigga she chose (damn)
Get imported fabrics from morocco (yeah, yeah)
Ship with a ten million dollar condo (yeah, yeah)
Just to me macho ca-camacho (yeah, yeah)
Leadin' the flacas, they gotta follow (yeah)

We turnin' the heat up again (yeah)
We fuckin' the beat up again (yeah)
We fuckin' the street up again (yee)
We blowin' the speakers again (yeah)
In my Ferragana-Ferragamo (uh)
While they fear the god, I fear the problem (uh)
Bitch, we be comin' to win (yeah)
Yes, we came a long way from the bottom
We turnin' the heat up again (uh)
We fuckin' the beat up again (yeah)
We fuckin' the street up again (yeah)
We blowin' the speakers again (woop)
In my Ferragana-Ferragamo (uh)
While they fear the god, I fear the problem (yeah)
Bitch, we be comin' to win (uh)
Yes, we came a long way from the bottom (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Let me take off my coat 'cause it's hot in this bitch (hot in this bitch)
I been gettin' my dough, just talkin' my shit (talkin' and livin')
'Bout to f*ck with these hoes, follow the whip (follow, follow)
And they know exactly what to do, follow the script
I'm in the gate and I'm countin' the profit
While shittin' on niggas, you never could stop it
Future Bugattis, you know I'ma cop it
Then kill on these niggas, you know, when I drop it
Niggas know already, niggas know the topic (damn)
Jump up in this bitch and niggas know I got it (damn)
It's all up in my blood, they know it's biologic (yee)
You can give 'em all a new feast for the street
I'ma give 'em the food so my niggas can eat
When I'm livin' the truth, that's always when I speak
Now go stand on the couch, now go stand on the seat
And I make all you niggas play this on repeat
Watch me lift up the buildin' and f*ck up the beat
While I spend all this money, I want a receipt
When you niggas cool off I'll be givin' you heat
And you know we'll be back to f*ck up the streets

We turnin' the heat up again (yeah)
We fuckin' the beat up again (yeah)
We fuckin' the street up again (yee)
We blowin' the speakers again (yeah)
In my Ferragana-Ferragamo (uh)
While they fear the god, I fear the problem (uh)
Bitch, we be comin' to win (yeah)
Yes, we came a long way from the bottom
We turnin' the heat up again (uh)
We fuckin' the beat up again (yeah)
We fuckin' the street up again (yeah)
We blowin' the speakers again (woop)
In my Ferragana-Ferragamo (uh)
While they fear the god, I fear the problem (yeah)
Bitch, we be comin' to win (uh)
Yes, we came a long way from the bottom (yeah)

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