| (Ahh yeah, Flipmode
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| Here we come, bout to fuckin' explode)
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| Flipmode, Busta Bus (What?)
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| Nine-seven (Come on, what?), hot shit (Ha ha)
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| Check it out
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| Hit you with no delayin' so what you sayin', yo? |
| (Uh)
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| Silly with my nine milli, what the deally, yo? |
| (What?)
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| When I be on the mic, yes I do my duty, yo (Ha)
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| Wild up in the club like we wild in the studio (Uh)
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| You don’t wanna violate nigga really and truly, yo (Uh)
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| My main thug nigga named Julio he moody, yo (What?)
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| Type of nigga that’ll slap you with the tool-io (Ba!)
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| Bitch nigga scared to death, act fruity, yo (Uh)
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| Fuck that, look at shorty, she a little cutie, yo (Yes)
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| The way she shake it make me wanna get all in the booty, yo (Woo!)
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| Tappin' mistresses, bangin' bitches in videos (Huh?)
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| Whylin' with my freak like we up in the freak shows (Yes)
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| Hit you with the shit make you feel it all in your toes (Yeah)
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| Hot shit got all you niggas in wet clothes (It get cold)
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| Stylin' my metaphors when I formulate my flows (Uh)
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| If you don’t know you fuckin' with lyrical player pros, like that
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| Do you really wanna party with me?
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| Let me see just what you got for me (Come on)
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| Put all your hands where my eyes can see (Put 'em up, yo)
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| Straight buckwhylin' in the place to be (Whylin')
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| If you really wanna party with me (Flipmode)
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| Let me see just what you got for me (Come on)
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| Put all your hands where my eyes can see (Put 'em up)
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| Straight buckwhylin' in the place to be (Yeah)
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| If you really wanna party with me—
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| In God We Trust (What?)
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| Yo, it’s a must that you heard of us, yo, we murderous (Uh)
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| A lot of niggas is wondering and they curious (What?)
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| How me and my niggas do it, it’s so mysterious (Magical)
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| Furious, all of my niggas is serious (Uh)
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| Shook niggas be walkin' around fearin' us (What?)
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| Front nigga, like you don’t wanna be hearin' us (Nope)
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| Gotta listen to how radio be playin' us (Ah)
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| Thirty time a day shit’ll make you delirious (What?)
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| Damagin' everything all up in your areas (Yeah)
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| Yo, it’s funny how all the chickens be always servin' us (Uh)
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| All up in between they ass where they wanna carry us (Uh)
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| Hit’cha good then I hit 'em off with the alias (What?)
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| Various, chickens they wanna marry us (Ah)
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| Yo it’s Flipmode, my nigga, you know we 'bout to bust (Uh)
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| Seven-figure money the label preparin' us (Go me)
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| Bite the dust, instead of you, makin' a fuss (Fuss)
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| Niggas know better cause there ain’t no comparin' us (Nope)
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| Mad at us, niggas is never, we fabulous (Yuh)
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| Hit my people off with the flow that be marvelous (Ha)
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| Oh shit, my whole clique victorious (Yah)
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| Taking no prisoners niggas is straight up warriors (What?)
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| While you feelin' that I know you be feelin' so glorious (Huh)
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| Then I blaze and reminisce on my nigga Notorious (What?)
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| Do you really wanna party with me? |
| (Like that, like that-tha-that-that)
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| Let me see just what you got for me (That that that, tha-that-that-that)
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| Put all your hands where my eyes can see (Like that)
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| Straight buckwhylin' in the place to be
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| If you really wanna party with me
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| Let me see just what you got for me
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| Put all your hands where my eyes can see
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| Straight buckwhylin' in the place to be
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| If you really wanna party with me |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Put Your Hands Where My Eyes Could See, artist - Busta Rhymes. Album song The Best Of Busta Rhymes, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп