Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What The F*** You Want!!, artist - Busta Rhymes. Album song Extinction Level Event: The Final World Front, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.07.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Elektra, Rhino Entertainment Company
Song language: English
What The F*** You Want!! |
Flipmode motherfuckas |
Flipmode motherfuckas |
What the fuck you want |
What the fuck nigga |
What you want |
What the fuck nigga (We gon hit it down like this nigga what) |
Check it out |
I be |
Testing your fate and wrecking your face |
Invading your space |
And watch the tables turn like you’re trading a place |
I pull stunts like evil kadeival |
Me and my people fly like an eagle |
And blow your entire cathingil |
Hurry hurry |
Don’t worry worry |
Hit y’all with a flurry flurry of jazz |
Leaving y’all niggas blurry blurry |
Brew up some shit like I’m cooking for y’all |
When I’m done then I come looking for y’all |
(Huh huh hold up hold up) |
Federal cases cause nuff bodies end up in medical places |
In they blood finding them chemical traces |
Leaving special investigators going through skeptical phases |
While we getting money the decimal changes |
I was a seven-day affentice apprentice |
Now I strike with a vengeance |
Blowing the door right up off of the hinges |
This be that put you out of your misery song |
And make you ask your man is this the joint he dissing me on |
That’s when I ask |
What the fuck nigga what you want |
What the fuck nigga what you want |
What the fuck nigga what you want |
What the fuck nigga what you want |
What the fuck nigga what you want |
What the fuck nigga what you want |
What the fuck nigga what you want |
What the fuck nigga what you want |
What the fuck nigga what you want |
What the fuck nigga what you want |
What the fuck nigga |
Moving your muscle and doing the hustle |
See nowadays we getting money like rustle |
Who really wanna tussle |
Challenge the super saber in a nigga |
Blast the challenger way out of space like Galica nigga |
Battle star Galactica cross my diameter nigga |
Derange your whole circular shape into triangular nigga |
Yo |
So what it was my fault |
That I had to bring this shit to a screaming halt |
What you need to do is open up the vault |
That’s why I make sure that my vest will be on |
So when I blast you and your additional stress will be gone |
Then I sprinkle just a little bit of salt on your plans |
And watch your shit shrivel up right in the palm of my hands |
I ain’t afraid of ya |
But I thank all of my niggas for saving ya |
I was about to take you back |
To when your mother was making ya |
Clapping you up |
Slapping you up |
Trapping you up |
Holding you hostage |
Duck taping and Saran wrapping you up |
Yo |
First she was sober |
I smell aroma |
Put you in a Trans |
And slip into an irreversible coma |
Fuck y’all cubic zirconium niggas it’s over |
Closing in on all y’all niggas |
While we’re moving in a little closer |
Then I evaluate and elaborate |
Confiscate your shit and dare your ass to retaliate |
That’s when I ask |