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Show Me What You Got Lyrics

Artist Busta Rhymes

Hoo! Yeah it's another one of them marvelous shits Yeah, Flipmode, huh, Busta

Rhymes shit, 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 niggas flat on the

floor We climb into the back of the four Nonchalant flavor fo' sure, Timbs wit 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 nigga shot

you in the face, through the peephole in the door From New York, down to

Singapore Keep you niggas jumpin' around, had the bitches beggin fo' more Street

niggas, 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 niggas if you try to bite,

shit I'll leave a crack in your jaw Take the livest niggas out on a tour Make a

nigga black in the spot, make you wanna take off a door CHORUS: All my dogs who

hustle everyday All my dogs who hustle everyday now Own a store laundrymat

around the way And own a store laundrymat around the way now We got to get it,

YEAH! My niggas, all my niggas Show Me What You Got for me, what you got for me

All my niggas what ya got for me All my shorties who stay fresh everyday All my

shorties that stay fresh everyday My get money bitches who still hang around the

way All my get money bitches that chill around the way now We got to get it,

YEAH! We gotta... My bitches, all my bitches, c'mon Tell me what you got for me

What you got for me, all my bitches what you got for me [Verse 2] Now, yo, we

stay packin the toast Could give a fuck, bust at a ghost And end up on the front

of the post Niggas know that I be rockin the most Fuckin Ethiopian bitches,

living in the ivory coast Let me drug y'all niggas up wit a dose Make you act

just like you suppose' Watch a nigga playin me close Nowadays type of dough that

we gross I celebrate and throw me a roast And get an old face for a host We get

it hype even when we be calm Niggas know my word is my bond When we come you

know we the bomb Hypnotic shit, get you retarded Shoulda known it was a bad move

Fuckin around and gettin me started Still whippin in the back of the truck So

what, not givin a fuck In the streets, livin it up So what happened to the last

nigga bust Could give a fuck whoever he was Throw them niggas outta the clubs

Them niggas all, shit turnin me off Tie 'em up, makin 'em cough Gag 'em in the

throat wit 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

niggas a blaze Black it out and party for days Let y'all niggas fuck with the

strays Fuckin dimes at the end of the days Gettin money but it's too late Got a

nigga stuck in his ways CHORUS

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