| Brand new, yeah, brand new
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| Ha, brand new for all y’all massive and crew
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| People across the world
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| Yeah, Busta Rhyme hot shit more and more and more
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| Motherfuker, Flipmode, nigga
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| More advanced technology for y’all niggas
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| Check it out y’all
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| Follow instructions
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| Hop, skip, jump, makin' ya flip
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| Dislocate your hip bone, vertebrate slip
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| Shut ya lip and talk shit, lost ya grip
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| On the realist thing in life, nigga, pass the clip
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| Makin' ya beg for your life, quickly strip
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| Oh shit, make you give me all of your belongings quick
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| Come up off of that ya get smacked, knock ya bitch back
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| Blow make ya go back to the way you use to act
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| Get money, fuck the bullshit, ain’t nothin' funny
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| Nowadays violate quick, will ya face bloody
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| Freakshow have a nigga whole shit crisp
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| Break ya face from the swing of my hand, flick of my wrist
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| Dismiss all y’all niggas and ball up my fist
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| I hate a fake nigga and you at the top of the list
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| Wait, regardless how you skip around, the fact remains
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| You a bitch now learnin' how to play these games
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| Exercise the right to rip shit every night
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| Precisely, niggas be nicely doin' it right
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| Holy mackerel, nothin' less than actual factual
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| Stay reppin' even when we conversate casual
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| Read it in your manual
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| Attend to our annual get together
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| Serenade in luxury, doin' whatever
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| Doin' my thing, Trevade bumps King
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| Truck jeweling it, watch the medallion swing
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| So fast, nigga, forget shit as time past
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| Break a piece of glass, quick to amputate your ass
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| The title wave movin' faster than the speed of sound
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| Gargantua, weighing in at a million pounds
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| The more the heavy, the more the solid, my niggas run thick
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| Fast to bap the John type, my niggas murder you quick
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| Yo, take it easy while back at the ranch
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| You talk too much you get beat with a tree branch
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| The most influential, whether in projects or suburban residential, fuck that
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| We keep the livest niggas happy then we blow the spot quick
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| Give me money make it snappy
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| Oh my God, Flipmode is the Squidaud
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| It’s war if you dare step foot in my yard
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| My protocol is to create
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| Substances abuse lyrics like alcohol
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| Nigga try to recall
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| When I hit you, you ain’t even know that you was gon' fall
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| Cut your shit up, turned around and bumped your head and all
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| Leapin' lizard
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| Always remain grand wizard
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| Fuck around and sleep, nigga, you get caught up in my blizzard
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| Askin' who is it
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| My niggas ain’t around, I ain’t with it
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| Ayo, yo yo yo
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| We here to stay fuck payin' a visit
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| So consistent, demand everybody’s assistant
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| Let us reach for all things without any resistance
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| Fatality, for all those in the world that might be mad at me
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| Suffer in the faces of my immortality
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| To the one who didn’t make it
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| Now in every way I hope you know where we about to take it
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| In every way I hope you know where we about to take it
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| Now in every way I hope you know where we about to take it
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| In every way I hope you know where we about to take it
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| In every way I hope you know where we about to take it
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| Now in every way I hope you know where we about to take it
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| In every way I hope you know where we about to take it
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| Take it… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Where We Are About To Take It , by - Busta Rhymes. Song from the album Extinction Level Event: The Final World Front, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп