Lyrics Hope Your Dreams Come True - Busta Rhymes

Hope Your Dreams Come True

And I’d rather show ya better than I can tell ya
Watch how I’m comin' back and then I kill 'em
And fuck 'em up while ya successful at failure
Most of you niggas got a drip that’s fucked up
You should kill your stylist and hire a tailor (Ah)
No, we can’t relate the funny shit you displayin' (Whatchu doin'?)
Fuck you want me to go do?
Can’t even relate to shit you be sayin' (Watchu sayin'?)
Like you got shit in your mouth, fuckers you talkin' about, niggas thinkin' we
playin'?
(We ain’t playin', nigga)
Lights in the V.I.P.
with your broad
From the bread that we slide and for bottles we sprayin' (Ah)
And I’m makin' 'em do shit they don’t gotta do
Hit 'em in the way they ain’t got a clue
Gimme money, make a pay out the blue
Mommy actin' like she can’t believe that it’s true (Bitch, I’m a miracle)
How I layed 'em and come up way outta shoe (Come up out 'em)
Banish niggas then I get up and vanish with the shawty, pull up the coupe (Pull
up)
Massive every time I pull up, leave ashes, disappear again for a few
While I’m leavin' them they sit down and try to figure out the shit that I do
I’ll be just leavin' niggas where they be until it be time to get ghost on 'em
Ooh, y’all (Y'all niggas know) know just what to do (Y'all niggas know what to
do, y’all niggas know what to do)
Come with me (Follow me, nigga) and let me show you (Let me show you, my nigga)
Hope your dreams come true (I hope your dreams come true)
If you ain’t with me (You ain’t with me, my nigga), fuck you
Fucka-you-fucka-you-fucka-you-fucka-you-fucka-you-fucka-you
Fucka-you-fucka-you-fucka-you
Little bitch, you ain’t get you the message?
Everything about a nigga jackin', and believe me, there is God in your presence
You ain’t gotta believe me, my nigga, 'til I beat your ass out of your denims
(Denim)
Send out my bitches to rob you niggas, run and learn you a couple of lessons
Now I’m sick like a motherfucker, but the antidote, take you this medicine,
niggas (Pop you this pill)
Bibi-baba-I don’t know what to call it, I’m fuckin' up everything, nigga
Far as everything else, I make the adjustment, but I’m back in my element,
nigga (Yes we is)
Send and it’s fuck all these beats with the bag, I’m intelligent niggas
Now while I know I pull up in the Ghost, you talkin' the most, little
irrelevant niggas (Shut up)
You talkin' too much and you need to shut fuck up, boy, you a delicate nigga
(You pussy)
It’s so unfortunate that some of you niggas ain’t got proper etiquette, nigga
While your bank account is at a deficit, all of my diamonds is elegant, nigga
I don’t know, I don’t know why niggas still try to test the champ knowin' I’m
so undefeated
I’m not tryna hear your bitch ass, sittin' under my plate and see you,
it already deleted
You better believe that it’s hot and I’m back in this bitch and you know that
I’m keepin' it heated
Especially I’m on fuckin' shit up beyond description, my nigga, no caption is
needed
Yeah, yeah
Ooh, y’all (Y'all niggas know) know just what to do (Y'all niggas know what to
do, y’all niggas know what to do)
Come with me (Follow me, nigga) and let me show you (Let me show you, my nigga)
Hope your dreams come true (I hope your dreams come true)
If you ain’t with me (You ain’t with me, my nigga), fuck you
Fucka-you-fucka-you-fucka-you-fucka-you-fucka-you-fucka-you
Fucka-you-fucka-you-fucka-you
Ooh, y’all (Y'all niggas know) know just what to do (Y'all niggas know what to
do, y’all niggas know what to do)
Come with me (Follow me, nigga) and let me show you (Let me show you, my nigga)
Hope your dreams come true (I hope your dreams come true)
If you ain’t with me (You ain’t with me, my nigga), fuck you
Fucka-you-fucka-you-fucka-you-fucka-you-fucka-you-fucka-you
Fucka-you-fucka-you-fucka-you