BUSTA RHYMES LYRICS
"What You Know About It"
(Intro)
Nigga, you know who the fuck we is
That conglomerate
(Verse)
Fuck boy, I’m a money ho
I chunk and rough you nigga ‘fore you ever see my money low
Alfredo, I got fettuccini
They be rappin talkin all that money, they ain’t never seen
Friend like you getting bank row
Nigga, you don’t make dough
Birthday over 1 slice, slap the cake though
They be on that funny shit, we e on that money shit
Catch us drinkin, pull up on that bong and you were 20-50
Rap life, trap life, black-white stash pipes
Back streets maskin a watsell for the flash lights
Yo girl what is up DO? She ain’t have to ask twice
Bitch, I’ll fuck her in the mouth like it’s my last life
Cocaine cowboy, long L&D boy
Now what’s wrong when that thing glowing Leroy
Black & yellow, Smith & Wesson, that’s my Bumblebee toy
And they gon reminisce over yo ass, trouble T Roy
Yea yea, when I let that thing blow
The whole club sleeping on the floor like it’s Hangover
Monday it’s Julian’s, Tuesday it’s green house
Wednesday in bout er, I’mma pull out all the screaming let it go
(Hook x2)
What you know about it?
Getting green, whip crème,
What you know about it?
Put them, put them hands up if you know about it
Don’t never see a broke motherfucker round me
(Verse)
Mad machete, bust rhymes, you ain’t ready boy
I’m fuckin something up when it’s coming to that feddy boy
Little lame niggas better get your parachute and jump
Get up off my plane before my niggas parachute you up
Think I’m saying peace when I throw them fucking deuces up
I’m only sick of the niggas that start hanging the nooses up
Break the tree branch just to beat you
There he go!
Chopping body parts and let the pigs eat you
Hoes, through every part of your body we can see through
Continue blowin the cannon, I wouldn’t wanna be you
I let it go like I’m sick of hearin voices
Spend money like a nigga cop the fleet of Rolls Royces
Glad to purchase everything while exploring the choices
Then enjoy eating the food like I’m eating lobsters and oysters
Time and time again I gotta walk and how a fiend walk
I’m done speaking to niggas, I’mma left the homie don’t care
(Hook x2)
What you know about it?
Getting green, whip crème,
What you know about it?
Put them, put them hands up if you know about it
Don’t never see a broke motherfucker round me
(Verse)
Brought 20 thou out and I’mma blow it
The man pulling 15 hundred out just to show it
If shorty ain’t drinkin hard liquor we MO it
To the tally suite acting one she could ho it
She gon swallow all of me, I’mma blow her brains out
My kids need a place to live, her mouth like a safe house
Loud packin kush and that good’s got me spaced out
Standing on the sofas, straight and swaggin all my ways out
And my new true slow Busta long sleeve
Looking like I need to be posing under palm trees
Haha, and I’m quittin to let my volster
Unemployed gangsta nigga, you don’t want no work
We live by the hustler testament
We cup a brick and take it to the floor like we wrestle it
Throw it in the pond with the fish and we strapped to it
We go and hug the corner like we sexing it, fuck boy
18 will on jury getting truck boy
G’d up, don’t be a hater, let him come boy
My clothing black Nina, call a lady lurking
In her mouth you see it going down and she gon give it up like oh
(Hook)
What you know about it?
Getting green, whip crème,
What you know about it?
Put them, put them hands up if you know about it
Don’t never see a broke motherfucker round me
What you know about it?
Getting green, whip crème,
What you know about it?
Put them, put them hands up if you know about it
You ain’t never seen a broke motherfucker round me
Let it go…
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"What You Know About It"
(Intro)
Nigga, you know who the fuck we is
That conglomerate
(Verse)
Fuck boy, I’m a money ho
I chunk and rough you nigga ‘fore you ever see my money low
Alfredo, I got fettuccini
They be rappin talkin all that money, they ain’t never seen
Friend like you getting bank row
Nigga, you don’t make dough
Birthday over 1 slice, slap the cake though
They be on that funny shit, we e on that money shit
Catch us drinkin, pull up on that bong and you were 20-50
Rap life, trap life, black-white stash pipes
Back streets maskin a watsell for the flash lights
Yo girl what is up DO? She ain’t have to ask twice
Bitch, I’ll fuck her in the mouth like it’s my last life
Cocaine cowboy, long L&D boy
Now what’s wrong when that thing glowing Leroy
Black & yellow, Smith & Wesson, that’s my Bumblebee toy
And they gon reminisce over yo ass, trouble T Roy
Yea yea, when I let that thing blow
The whole club sleeping on the floor like it’s Hangover
Monday it’s Julian’s, Tuesday it’s green house
Wednesday in bout er, I’mma pull out all the screaming let it go
(Hook x2)
What you know about it?
Getting green, whip crème,
What you know about it?
Put them, put them hands up if you know about it
Don’t never see a broke motherfucker round me
(Verse)
Mad machete, bust rhymes, you ain’t ready boy
I’m fuckin something up when it’s coming to that feddy boy
Little lame niggas better get your parachute and jump
Get up off my plane before my niggas parachute you up
Think I’m saying peace when I throw them fucking deuces up
I’m only sick of the niggas that start hanging the nooses up
Break the tree branch just to beat you
There he go!
Chopping body parts and let the pigs eat you
Hoes, through every part of your body we can see through
Continue blowin the cannon, I wouldn’t wanna be you
I let it go like I’m sick of hearin voices
Spend money like a nigga cop the fleet of Rolls Royces
Glad to purchase everything while exploring the choices
Then enjoy eating the food like I’m eating lobsters and oysters
Time and time again I gotta walk and how a fiend walk
I’m done speaking to niggas, I’mma left the homie don’t care
(Hook x2)
What you know about it?
Getting green, whip crème,
What you know about it?
Put them, put them hands up if you know about it
Don’t never see a broke motherfucker round me
(Verse)
Brought 20 thou out and I’mma blow it
The man pulling 15 hundred out just to show it
If shorty ain’t drinkin hard liquor we MO it
To the tally suite acting one she could ho it
She gon swallow all of me, I’mma blow her brains out
My kids need a place to live, her mouth like a safe house
Loud packin kush and that good’s got me spaced out
Standing on the sofas, straight and swaggin all my ways out
And my new true slow Busta long sleeve
Looking like I need to be posing under palm trees
Haha, and I’m quittin to let my volster
Unemployed gangsta nigga, you don’t want no work
We live by the hustler testament
We cup a brick and take it to the floor like we wrestle it
Throw it in the pond with the fish and we strapped to it
We go and hug the corner like we sexing it, fuck boy
18 will on jury getting truck boy
G’d up, don’t be a hater, let him come boy
My clothing black Nina, call a lady lurking
In her mouth you see it going down and she gon give it up like oh
(Hook)
What you know about it?
Getting green, whip crème,
What you know about it?
Put them, put them hands up if you know about it
Don’t never see a broke motherfucker round me
What you know about it?
Getting green, whip crème,
What you know about it?
Put them, put them hands up if you know about it
You ain’t never seen a broke motherfucker round me
Let it go…
This image may be subject to copyright.
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