Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Salute da Gods!!, artist - Busta Rhymes.
Date of issue: 08.06.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Salute da Gods!! |
Yeah, yeah, yeah |
The Anarchy, Busta Rhymes shit, c’mon |
Ready for Busta Rhymes |
He’s the one we’ve all, been waiting for, forever |
(I feel so fuckin good, my people) |
Ready for Flipmode Squad |
(So powerful, so good today) |
They’re the ones we’ve all, been waiting for, forever |
(Yeah, yeah, new «Rulership») |
Ready for Busta Rhymes |
(It feels so fuckin good in my soul, come on) |
He’s the one we’ve all, been waiting for, forever |
(I wanna see y’all, all my people if you feel good) |
Ready for Flipmode Squad |
(Just talk to me, c’mon, c’mon) |
They’re the ones we’ve all, been waiting for, forever |
(Now, now, let me see y’all, so powerful) |
Ready |
All praise due, we comin' through real hard |
Niggas raisin they right hand, salutin' the God |
Yo, like a burnin' sensation of Henny on the first sip |
Hot shit my nigga; |
let me spit a verse quick |
Work shit inward, until my niggas hurt shit |
And plot elaborate schemes for monies niggas worship |
Beautiful like the pleasure of when I burst my first clip |
At a nigga who sold me a brick that wasn’t WORTH shit |
Yo, we bomb shit, fire alarm shit |
With my bitches who take packages under they armpit |
Now, we remain the Imperial live niggas |
Who consistently blackout and rep for them wild niggas |
Yo, you incompatible, snatch yo' collateral |
Gun blunt you, and rep for every thug capital |
Diagonal vision, niggas seein' shit on slant |
Plant beatings on niggas and celebrate a war chant |
Diabolic how we manifest raw logic |
Chronological time, we bring niggas the raw project |
Hold fort and represent as the grand wizard |
Street chronicle illustrate the bakin' of a bad blizzard |
I got a spot for ya |
With live niggas who murder sloppier |
Than all of the Trenchcoat Mafia yo |
Cause when you hear the sweet music playin' |
It’s like theme music for murder scenes |
Like the Colorado slayin' 'cause I don’t give a fuck |
Speedin like we racin' on the Aqueduct |
Black tinted-out, government truck |
Curbside on niggas, leanin' just a little bit |
Trunk trapped with smoke, my bitch’ll take a little hit |
Fake niggas could be the BEST actors |
My bullets whiz so fast you feel the wind chill factors |
In the wrong place you get your WIG peeled backwards |
Get an ounce of the 'dro and STEAM a pack of Blackwoods |
Ready for Busta Rhymes |
He’s the one we’ve all, been waiting for, forever |
(Yeah, yeah, just feel what I feel niggas) |
Ready for Flipmode Squad |
(Yeah, just reach up and just touch the sky niggas) |
They’re the ones we’ve all, been waiting for, forever |
(Now, hah, yeah, I try so hard to just share that shit that I’m feelin') |
Ready for Busta Rhymes |
(All my niggas just talk to me) |
He’s the one we’ve all, been waiting for, forever |
(So powerful, Flipmode Squad now) |
Ready for Flipmode Squad |
(Yeah, new «Rulership,» all my niggas just walk in line) |
They’re the ones we’ve all, been waiting for, forever |
(Walk in line with me, talk to me now) |
Welcome, we are now in the current state of the Anarchy |
We fight, to survive niggas |
We fight, to rule our own government |
We livin' in a current state, of no fuckin government |
Niggas don’t even know how to follow they own spirit |
Lost niggas, unsure niggas, insecure niggas |
Fuck that, salute, all our motherfuckers |
All my niggas ready to hold it down on the front line |
We survived it niggas, two-thousand |
Time for the new bloodline to run shit |
Enjoy the album |