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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Busta Rhymes
Busta Rhymes
Vocals
Bell Biv DeVoe
Bell Biv DeVoe
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
T. Smith
T. Smith
Songwriter
K. Daniel
K. Daniel
Songwriter
Elliott Straite
Elliott Straite
Songwriter
Busta Rhymes
Busta Rhymes
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dready
Dready
Producer

Lyrics

I hear the club shouldn't be open unless I'm in that motherfucker Come on, come on (ayy) What? Ayy, what? It's already starting to feel like it's that time again Okay (okay) Now I want everybody to do what they know they 'posed to do 'Cause y'all know who in this bitch (The Conglomerate) Front and center, come on Look at here, see them pilin' in, trick Back in the spot to make 'em wild again, bitch It's Bust' Rhymes, ya goddamn snitch The cannon 'bout to blow, let them niggas know quick, shit Oh god, no, the nigga gon' flip Spit, spazz, cut, a nigga face kicked A hole atop your fuckin' head, bang 'Cause I'm in love with bodying shit like newlyweds (damn) Now is the time, let me hear you say, "Ho" (ho) Hands up because I say so (yo) Turn full, my niggas, let's go Now don't you see how we got 'em? We here to get dough Oh, shit (what's this?), you better get with us Straight (straight), Black (Black), out here, my niggas Ayy, look, ayy, you know the way we do it The Conglomerate is comin' and we 'bout to run through it It's drivin' me out of my mind That's why it's hard for me to find Can't get it out of my head Watch the way we kill 'em, you gotta love it Don't this hit make my niggas wanna- Wait, one sec, hey, homie, what's hood? Bouncin' on the beat like the way you niggas should (oh) Look, now watch me just leave another stamp (champ) And then be spittin' the shit that other niggas can't (can't, can't, can't, no) It's never gonna end I bounce right back and shit on them again Sit back and watch other niggas bleed (yeah, yeah) And then I come to give y'all the shit you need (right here) Oh, you know I (come) and knock shit (down) Me don't care, a nun a dem frown Dready drop the beat while I'm shinin' my crown And reinstate the boom bap and redefine sound (drown) Trash niggas who sit (back) thinkin' they could (front) I deliver this street (crack), get ya what you (want) Yeah, I know what's up, bitch (presto) Let me chill for a minute, bring the chorus back (let's go) It's drivin' me out of my mind That's why it's hard for me to find Can't get it out of my head Watch the way we kill 'em, you gotta love it Don't this hit make my niggas wanna- Hop and I skip every time that I (drop that) A lot of you trash and you need to (stop that now) Tell me (how) can you not do the shit that'll make the game proud (oh) Tuck, drop it, and roll, the fire gon' blaze in here Now do I make myself clear? Watch keep the weight, yeah, we beat 'em up 'til I'm done Make them run, bounce, bitch (one) You know that everything's good Crowd in this bitch, need some elbow room, uh Uh, we 'bout to heat it up (some more) I hope all of my niggas is keepin' up (eat 'em up) I will eat your food until I bleed Or 'til a nigga can't breathe We run shit, control the block and all of that (and all of that) Now I'm tired of talkin', bring the chorus back (contact), oh It's drivin' me out of my mind That's why it's hard for me to find Can't get it out of my head Watch the way we kill 'em, you gotta love it Don't this hit make my niggas wanna-
Writer(s): Trevor Smith, Karl Daniel, Elliott Straite Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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