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Artist : Busta Rhymes f/ MOP & Rah Digga

Title : Call The Ambulance Remix

Album : N/A

Genre : Hip Hop



 


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[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people
Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people
Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people
Put they body on the stretcher, carry they ass out
Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people
Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people
Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people
Put they body on the stretcher, carry they ass out

[Billy Danze]
You gonna need them
We hold two to blow through (please belief it)
We turn every nightclub into fight club (sss)
And burn this shit down before we leaving (AHH)
We never ask for handout (BITCH)
You stand out in the crowd (FIYAAH)
And make noise when is loud (BRANG BONG)
And when the smoke clear
We still here holding the First Family flag proud

[Busta Rhymes]
Show NO mercy and we feel NO fear NO
THE FUCK BACK cus we ain't going no were NIGGA
Keeping dropping like a pack of firecracker nigga BLACK
Till the Feds come and lock another rapper nigga LOOK
Little bitch nigga all gassed up
I'll laugh while the paramedics picking your ass up huh
Blast off your whole block bitching and mask up huh
Fat stash in the crib picking your stash up
Now all you niggas better get going

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

[M.O.P] [Lil Fame & Billy Danze]
Now (Now)
Don't (Don't)
Get (Get)
RANG (RANG)
BRANG (BRANG)
BONG (BONG)
DOWN (DOWN)

[Lil Fame]
Browns-ville mother fucker
Real mother fucker
Is thug Womack in this fucked up habit
And acting turn me into a fucked up savage
And I'm coming for your head that I fucked up faggot (SO)
Now you don't want no drama (You) this nigga
Rah Digga get at'em momma

[Rah Digga]
Oow
Don't confuse me with the rest of them screaming woman
Catch it from the sideline with my fingers spinning
All my snub nose NIGGAS
My hollow point NIGGAS
I cant fuck around with I don't point NIGGAS
When we up in the spot any rappers that flinch
Gonna get mashed out and I'm smacking they bitch
Had to do three fight even shoot me twice
Kick you chin off your face like a Bruce Lee wife
Come get this hoe

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

[Busta Rhymes]
Flip Mode M.O.P fucking the place up
Bitches all sweaty got'em sweating their make-up
Sticky with the grime nigga give me his cake up
Riot in the club got you picking your face up
Flip Mode M.O.P fucking the place up
Bitches all sweaty got'em sweating their make-up
Sticky with the grime nigga give me his cake up
We taking what you got nigga give me your Jacob

[Lil FAMe]
Yeah
Get DRUNK
Get DRUNK
Get HIGH
Blaze up my nigga put it in the air
[Billy Danze]
Now Stroll back BONG
Hold that BONG
Hold that BONG
Through your Throw back YEAH
[Rah Digga]
Nigga Don't stay ON
Niggas Flow wet ON
Couldn't see me if there ass had a little JAGUAR
[Busta Rhymes]
Running your spot were ever nigga sold crack WHAT
And shoot up your building and run off with your stack COME ON
All my niggas better get going

[Chorus] - repeat 2X
 
 

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Artist : David Banner f/ Busta Rhymes & Twista

Title : Like A Pimp Remix

Album : Mississippi: The Album

Genre : Hip Hop

Submitted By : Dyme4u2004@aol.com

 


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[Twista]
everytime that i get up in the door all i wanna see is shawty drop to the 
floor
come and pop in front of that baller name twist while i sit up in the v.i.p 
poppin cris and mo'
come and kick it wit the player that got the gats and the cash spot and 
incredible dough
sippin hypnotic and hynessy yeah we call it incredible hoe plus i got to get 
that bub when im in the club jackin booties to the mornin thinkin bout***** r
elailizing that i am groinin
plus the girls they look soo good somebody need to put them in a magazine and 
uh my homies got it from the floor to the back wit they shots in the 
magazines and uh baby sho me how you do that pro make it jump and jigge cuz ur botty's 
swoll come over here
show me how you pop it and drop it you know i love th way you work that hip 
yep
get it crunk it a good thang baby gurl lemme see you fold up your leg like a 
chicken wang
figure how you do that chicken thang say it yeah if its chi town yeah its a 
mississippi thang cars got to do it clothes got to do it ice got to do it gurl 
put ur botty and ur back into it put a david banner track into it and i bet ur 
system gone beat and this is how the twista spin it to the remix for these 
streets.

[Chorus]
 real gurls get down on the floor (on the floor)
real gurls get down on the floor (on the floor) like a pimp repeat 3x

[David Banner]
yeah yeah yeah 
all my ladies say awwwa my female pimps that way that you hit the floor and 
make us spend that cash make us say daddy then you work that a** you know me 
its that m- i- croked letter croked letter -i- croked letter croked letter-i- 
hump your back hump your back-i- all my bang bagnin throat slagers throw it up 
hi say somthin you can come to the south side and get smacked get ur wet up 
screamin thers my gurl dont worry buddy she here wit us shakin it pop it drop it 
reach over she aint stoppin nuthin man she came to get down for the click we 
got cash throwers screamin out shake somethin bit*h this is ur song lemme see 
ur dirty thong david banner mississippi tell dem boys that its on (tell dem 
boys that its on) 

chours

[Busta Rhymes]
like a pimp yall know who it is better believe its busta rhymes ill start 
runnin around my nigga im bussin heads you cant stand in front of my land you 
better chill while you runnin around my niggaa got a lot a plans while he jumpin 
in a hotel room while they rollin around c mon cuz everytime we in a place 
flipmode gotta be holdin it down slick wit a little dro slick wit a little dough 
slick wit a little mo' make you jumpin a lot quick cuz i gotta do it and i 
gotta rep for tha rich and the little hoes runnin the block chicks in the mix sit 
in the back seat when im on the strip and im willing to drop (whooo) sip a 
little bit of the yak get a little bit of that in a cadilac truck throwin the 
****and we got to put it down and keep it pimpin to they can not sit down just 
grad your bottles and keep shiftin throw your hands in the sky all of my 
peoples (peoples) keep it ( keep it) going (wats up)you little sucer nucca tryin to 
keep it a secret well we blowin you up better get a better grip if you aint 
know that we messin wit the peoples better know whats up pour a little yak in my 
glass watchin like a pimp while im holdin my cup now watch me pour a little 
bit of yak out for my homies wit they back out shorty blow her back out like a 
pimp player

[Chorus]

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Title : Pass The Courvoisier

Album : N/A

Genre : Hip Hop



 


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[P.Diddy] w/ Busta In Background
Oh yea, I like this, Ladies & Gentlemen
The time you all been waitin for
(lets do it, do it, do it)
This is a Bad Boy, Flipmode collaboration
(Come on)

[P. Diddy]
Shake ya ass (come on), watch yourself (o.k)
I'm the man (lets go) and no one else
raah, raah

[Busta Rhymes]
Like a dungeon dragon
Still king of the flow, while my mink be draggin'
I said I'm sick with the flow
Stick a dick in ya hoe
Make them shut down the club, we threw a brick in da door

[P. Diddy]
Shit, I'm the number man, hot like summerjam

[Busta] (Puff)
Slick like Fonsareli, and rich like cunningham
I stretch them like rubber bands (I make them say)
Oh shit, the bitch got up and left with another man 
(Saaay what!?, wha is you talkin bout?)
Theres nothin to talk about (see), you just a walk about
I light a long L, and just blowin the smoke about

[P. Diddy]
See, we serious wit it, they aint nothin to talk about

[Busta]
And while I scope it out, I love the way you bounce
Shake ya shit tuck in ya ass in poke it out, come on

[Chorus: Busta & P. Diddy]
[Busta] Give me the Henny, you can give me the Cris
You can pass me the Remi, but the pass the Courvoisier
[Diddy]Give me the ass, you could give me the dough
You can give me 'dro, but pass the Courvoisier
[Busta]Give me some money, you can give me some cars
But you can give me the bitch make sure you pass the Courvoisier
[Diddy] Give me some shit, you can give me the cribs
You can give me whaever just pass the Courvoisier

[P. Diddy]
We got these hoes lovin it
They gettin familiar man, they screamin out my government (Sean John)
I like them in twins like doublement (Don Juan)

[Busta]
We be bangin all types of chicks from here to (Hong Kong)
The best dressed bitches actin all cute to my shit
And get the wlyin out they actin like a ? to my shit
?? go a distance from yours, we holdin Jewish money now
Down to the credit card different from yours

[Diddy]
Its the law for me to get in ya drawers
I run the city of cars, they call me Mr. Diddy, the boss
You know me, the only G to willy a porshe

[Busta]
We get dough in all land the size of philly of course
Can imagine the price that my jewlery really would cost
We go to clubs with a briefcase and a half milli to floss (damn)
Fuck around and you can really get tossed
Ken Griffey flow, call me Alaska 'cause I be the king of the frost
What you can do is

[Chorus]

[Hook: Busta]
Five thousand boomin watts
I got a thousand karats all over my watch
Travel lighty, flow back easy
Back with the bus-a-bus and the P.D
We stay livin at the top of the charts
The shit we be spittin, be state of the art
We rockin ya block shit, wlyin like rock shit
Strapped with the gun and the street corner hot shit

[Diddy]
Now we sittin' in the drop top pretty
Knock, knock who is he?

[Busta]
Bus-a-bus, I put it down and this I get busy
(Excuse me bus-a-bus)
Full control of the city, if you aint know

[Diddy]
By the way, the name is Puff
It aint my fault ya dane corrupt
We went form Henny, to Remi to Moe to Belve to..

[Busta]
The game is us; we gettin money motherfucker
And the game we trust
Everytime we put it down, reppin the name is a must
Flipmode!

[Chorus 2x]

Puff Talking:
yea, yea, yea just pass the Courvoisier
yea, pass me that louie that motherfuckin' that that iron groove
Nineteen vintage motherfuckin' medievil 
Ow, bitch. Yea, just pass the courvoisier
That that shit make, that dark shit just me wanna fuck
Straight up, I just need to know 
Dis nigga Diddy dick hard as a..(*mumbles*)