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Busta Rhymes

"Show Me What You Got"

[Intro]
Hoo, yeah, it's another one of them marvelous sh*ts
Yeah, Flipmode, huh, Busta Rhymes sh*t, yeah
So remarkable, yeah
As I say it over and over again
From song to song, yeah, so remarkable
Hah, heh, yeah, so remarkable

[Verse 1]
Yo, yo, Busta Rhymes the immaculate raw
Hardcore, riggady raw, lay n*ggas flat on the floor
We climb into the back of the four
Nonchalant flavor fo' sure, Timbs with a aqua valor
Flava like you never seen it before
Ha, holy, sacred, and pure
Flipmode, be on it fo' sure
Be incredible to settle the score
Like a n*gga shot you in the face, through the peephole in the door
From New York, down to Singapore
Keep you n*ggas jumpin' around, had the b*tches beggin' fo' more
Street n*ggas, yeah we speak for the poor
Now we stack cheddar galore, when we shop and buy at the store
Metaphor like nuclear war
I warned n*ggas if you try to bite, sh*t I'll leave a crack in your jaw
Take the livest n*ggas out on a tour
Make a n*gga black in the spot, make you wanna take off a door

[Chorus]
All my dogs who hustle every day
All my dogs who hustle every day now
Own a store laundromat around the way
And own a store, laundromat around the way now
We got to get it, yeah
My n*ggas, all my n*ggas
Show me what you got for me, what you got for me
All my n*ggas what ya got for me
All my shorties who stay fresh every day
All my shorties that stay fresh every day
My get money b*tches who still hang around the way
All my get money b*tches that chill around the way now
We got to get it, yeah, we gotta
My b*tches, all my b*tches, c'mon
Tell me what you got for me
What you got for me, all my b*tches what you got for me

[Verse 2]
Now, yo, we stay packin' the toast
Could give a f*ck, bust at a ghost
And end up on the front of the post
n*ggas know that I be rockin' the most
f*ckin Ethiopian b*tches, living in the ivory coast
Let me drug y'all n*ggas up with a dose
Make you act just like you suppose'
Watch a n*gga playin' me close
Nowadays type of dough that we gross
I celebrate and throw me a roast
And get a known face for a host
We get it hype even when we be calm
n*ggas know my word is my bond
When we come you know we the bomb
Hypnotic sh*t, get you retarded
Shoulda known it was a bad move
f*ckin around and gettin' me started
Still whippin' in the back of the truck
So what, not givin' a f*ck
In the streets, livin' it up
So what happened to the last n*gga bust
Could give a f*ck whoever he was
Throw them n*ggas outta the clubs
Them n*ggas all, sh*t turnin' me off
Tie 'em up, makin' 'em cough
Gag 'em in the throat with a cloff
After that we go and wild for the night
Make 'em know the style for the night
Car low, pile for the night
You know we always give y'all n*ggas a blaze
Black it out and party for days
Let y'all n*ggas f*ck with the strays
f*ckin dimes at the end of the days
Gettin money but it's too late
Got a n*gga stuck in his ways

[Chorus]
All my dogs who hustle every day
All my dogs who hustle every day now
Own a store laundromat around the way
And own a store, laundromat around the way now
We got to get it, yeah
My n*ggas, all my n*ggas
Show me what you got for me, what you got for me
All my n*ggas what ya got for me
All my shorties who stay fresh every day
All my shorties that stay fresh every day
My get money b*tches who still hang around the way
All my get money b*tches that chill around the way now
We got to get it, yeah, we gotta
My b*tches, all my b*tches, c'mon
Tell me what you got for me
What you got for me, all my b*tches what you got for me

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