We Can Take It Outside Busta Rhymes (When Disasters Strike) [Verse 1:] I'm a natural born killa that's born to rise Flipmode is the squad so it's no
rhymes like their’s two of me Motherfucker [prodigy] Niggas can’t be serious, we wear guns like clothes But only show em when it’s time to blow em in
firm like Tom Cruise Please, let me get down and blow a fuse Actin' fools, brakin'...down to molecules Yo, let me hit you with my ill street blues Busta Rhymez
!" Cause (charlie says!) I love to rock the body (charlie says!) it really rings a bell (charlie says!) I love to rock the house now Yo busta rhymes throw down! [busta rhymes
male in paper work Lord We get together once more before we blow this Murdered nobody Left em all baseball'd down, brotha Three wicked ass 6's, Gucci colors [Busta Rhymes
OFF) [Busta Rhymes] C'mon, ha, we hold a rock boy The way we on fire call a nigga hot boy Hot, we raise the level to we blow the spot boy And watch
these you need to hear these Welcome all ya'll to my world series Ya ya ya Elaborate on Busta Rhymes theories Ya ya ya I could bust your ass from
* Got niggas open, open heart surgery Rhyme so official, overthrow governments Shit is nursery *gimmie a d* Diggin my dick all inside your chick Dominate the heavyweight division Rhymin
extreme Chorus(4x) So hardcore like Gwackjaw McGraw Fuck what you heard you ain't heard this before Ha, yo I come right through the door With rhymes galore Busta Rhymes
(busta rhymes) Yaaaaaaa-7 seconds Yo yo yo 25x (busta rhymes) I think I’m about to black out I blow your fucking whick out Niggaz who taught they catching
late What You know we got it locked way out of state What -busta rhymes verse- I be the last nigga The quick to bust your ass niggas Do anything in this
if you want to But ask yourself, who the hell you gonna run to Like sade abu you got a punch that I can sleep to Fugees, tribe, busta rhymes forever coming
rhymes galore, rhymes galore Busta Rhymes got rhymes galore, rhymes galore A yo yo I got rhymes galore, yo we got rhymes galore Rhymes galore, rhymes galore, rhymes
[Busta Rhymes] Tri-lateral commission Berkowitz, Fizzy Wo', Bust-Down (AiYAHHHHHHHHH!) Chorus: Busta Rhymes + M.O.P. Everytime I take a look, the
black up in the fucking spot We keepin hot for my niggas fresh up off the block Now all my people bust a shot BLOW, BLOW, BLOW! Bus a Bus is back
[intro: sean paul (busta rhymes)] We make it clap, we make it clap (huh!) Yeah yeah yeah (flipmode!!!) busta rhymes (busta rhymes!!!) Sean-a-paul (sean
ill ones Busta rhymes in the place to be, flipmode squad Y’all motherfuckers keep it right here You know how it’s going down son Blow the spot up, one
find you, I take it out on who you be wit Type of bitch nigga I would never smoke a tree wit (busta rhymes)(chorus) Repeat 2’s (busta rhymes) Nowadays we blow