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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DJ Scratch
DJ Scratch
Remixer
J.PERIOD
J.PERIOD
Performer
Busta Rhymes
Busta Rhymes
Vocals
Q-Tip
Q-Tip
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Q-Tip
Q-Tip
Composer
Stuart Bascombe
Stuart Bascombe
Composer
Leroy Burgess
Leroy Burgess
Composer

Songtexte

Ay Yo Scratch what up It's Busta Bust homie Hey I just got off the phone with The brother Kamaal Fareed AKA Q-Tip You know i mean he told me ya'll were Doing the rea hip-hop remix To "Getting up" You know you can't do that without me On it, let's get it poppin, Cmon! Sent you a message, sent you an email Hasty decisions we made still prevail Both needed breaks, we both needed to bail Walking through the corridors of my mind The hideaways and nooks, and things with good times Memories certainly yes they still bind Still a common man and yeah that's for sure Still a bankroll and yeah still couture But man this thing we had was much more Come back home, don't be out in the world It's a rat race and no place for a girl Amongst the scavengers, I found a pretty pearl It's for the faint of heart who never get enough Gotta get tough, buckle em up, we calling guts And we, and we and we ahhh Now you know what to do Everybody Get off your ass you heard what i said Before i light up a fire under that ass You see me backing, got the party on smash And if you want us to get you to hit you better You see me back to light up this whole shit That's right we're here to give it to you now stop Cause its the real Hello bitch See the real hip-hop shit is returning Beat you in ya head until you niggas start learning Scratch ya veins, fiending, i know my niggas been yearning For the good cook-up, see the stove and the fire is burning This shit goes out to whomever this is concerning From overseas back to the burrws to Mt. Vernon The games coming back to the truth Tables are turning, I'ma preach Bitch lemme give you my Eric Sermon A lot of niggas is gettin shine they ain't deservin Ringtone money goin out, they pockets is hurtin They bitches leave em, see niggas like me and get to flirtin Take em to the telly poke em now listen how they be cursin Tip you know this joint is the shit, nigga we workin We back flooding the street, like we quenching they thirst and We bodying the situation, we never let up Get out ya and get off ya ass, everybody get up Now you know what to do Everybody Get off your ass you heard what i said Before i light up a fire under that ass You see me backing, got the party on smash And if you want us to get you to hit you better You see me back to light up this whole shit That's right we're here to give it to you now stop Cause its the real
Writer(s): Kamaal Ibn John Fareed, Leroy Burgess, Stuart Bascombe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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