We Could Take It Outside Lyrics

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We Could Take It Outside Lyrics

Artist Busta Rhymes

Verse 1: I am a natural born killa that's born to rise Flipmode is the squad so

it's no surprise Niggas want to advertise about how we get down You fuck around

leave your body in the lost and found How you like me now? We got the industry

on lock The world is on shock I am a take a piece of the rock Yo, you feel it in

the heart when we took you to the park Midnight after dark, I am the raider of

the lost ark (ark echo's) Now na na na na na na, nana nah Super size, super

size, right before your eyes I bring in treats like giant sweet potato pies

Wise, sword shift and I spit on flies Killing all the tips from studio spies

Head to bed, beddie bye, beddie bye Don't ask why, we'll take your ass to

paradise Flipmode's the squad don't rest, don't try Peace to my people in the

friendly sky Peace to my outer space ties I am in leather like the ladies Bigger

than crack in the 80's (80's echo's) Drive the buggy I Mercedes Blow up like C-4

Got so much to live for Can't play the game no more Pick up the cain no more

Brothers ain't the same no more Try to sweat me, what am I aiming for Get

yourself caught up Faggot ass tore up In the worst way, the only way you can

stop me is cock your glock and shot me Drop me, pop me, make sure you that you

got me Cause anytime I live I am comin back to find you poppy Chorus: What y'all

niggas wanna do? Yo we can take it outside Ya'll niggas want something? Yo we

can take it outside What y'all niggas wanna do? Yo we can take it outside Ya'll

niggas want something? Yo we can take it outside Verse 2: Push up in the hot

rod, alley cats a rah rah All my flipmode in the backseats with chrome nods Hear

to bust mine Nigga frat child let his brain fry Pretty boy sliced up philly

contact from his red eye You failed to realize when you macks me you drop the

plastic Run up in your crib, now you heat me from the mattress My crew expanded,

QB is where we landed Yellow strip you crossed it Now I am forcing you to drink

this champotion Show me were loaded The desert eagle hear it cockin' Lovin my

doggie While we shinin' continue flossin Steppin on toes I crush the whole shoe

Pronto like Cru till I am Triumphant like Wu The shit you talkin crazy like

niggas turnin in their hand guns I be burnin mc's like betty grandson Smokin

grey poupon boy Two lines, I chew rhymes and make niggas fall like they was

futons All day outsiders, this squad be flipmode We get a dick rode a whole

shitload Chorus Verse Three: We the official g-u-rilla to lead militias Stack

peelin, americana Spit sentences like one of missy wanna's Reminisce the promise

Bring drama like Nicaragua Fatigues march, army leaders, they count crooked drug

dollars And sip fresh squeezed milk from the titties of llamas Leave cities in

carnage Prettiest farmers that pour whisky at harvest and hold 16 guananas

Maintain, maintain, maintain I pray like Gussalini Zion fists Try on this, you

can't see me like vagina lips Smugglin diamond chips, bubblin anonymous The

dominant will resource and count script crews and world wars (world wars echo's)

Yo, you better practice what you preach, I got 7 MC's And 10 g's, I'll show each

Never interfere and shit, souvenirs for your ears and shit Clear poetry like

William Shakespeare and shit Word is bond checkin me out Hey what you talkin

about You lost and walkin about Niggas got beef they want to say and start

talkin it out Hey, oh my god, y'all nigga be buggin me out Wish they could lay

me down and have the police start chalkin me out Now I zoom in on you and my

niggas start stalkin you out Chuck down that bullshit that you be callin about

This one's for my people and my niggas up North The ruler shit dynasty but

Flipmode finally come fourth Exports and imports hittin you with flavors of all

sorts My squad comin through, chop off your ear Chorus 2X

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