song lyrics
Don t Get Carried Away lyrics
(feat. Nas)
[Busta Rhymes]
Doctor, yeah
I think we got some shit for em (FLIP-MOOODE!)
Yeah I ma rub these sticks together
Check it, and start a bonfire
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
And if you don t see it y all niggaz can t fuck with our
FLIPMODE MOVEMENT - bounce in your truck to us
Y ALL GET STUPID - don t try to fuck with us
Because you will get carried away, yeah you ll get carried away
[Busta Rhymes]
Now I m subtle, once I pick up my metal
Put my foot on the pedal, ridin through every ghetto
Analyze the shit I m seein when I sip Amaretto
A lot of bitches on the strip, struttin in they stilettos
Then they wave and say hello, when my Lambo is yellow
Everything they got a jingle when they walk like ah-Jello
See the niggaz on the corner and I never forget it
And I never regret because I see how you get it
Now because of you niggaz, I m a hustler nigga
Gnac guzzler nigga, rip your jugular nigga
In the night I become the type to love when it s dark
Cause when I pull up and park, is when I m makin my mark
See the fact s that I m tryin to strive and capitalize in
Start to max-a-mimize and b-build a ent-ter-prise
And wh-while I m stockin this bread, keep ah-stockin the lead
And leave a permanent dot, on the top of your head
[Chorus]
[Nas]
Ill Will, Flip-mooode!
I m the enigma, there is none harder, smarter
Martyr, Godfather, my interest, your departure
Pardon Dre this beat is a monster, catchy
Like sleepin under open windows that s drafty
Then wakin up my throat scratchy, that s how I spit it nasty
They short, a few inches North of a dwarf
My flow s Murcielago, ghostin them narcos
Toast in the ways of the original Pablos
Still a pyramid architect, mix liquors like a chemist
Killer lyricist, poetical tyrant
Sneaker store terrorist, Mt. Everest I climbed it
Heat is drawn, no creepin on me whenever I m bent
My mind spray, my nine spray
And freak styles like 3000 Andre
To keep pilin, keep pushin them drops
Nas, runnin with hot Busta Bust, we don t stop
[Chorus]
[Busta Rhymes]
Now I m hot, and we runnin the block
Watch me run in your spot, fiends comin in flocks
Add a little cut to the coke when I m cookin the pot
DRUGS, BITCH! I got what you want come and get what I got
Now I almost forgot, I come to close up your shop
I love to fold up a knot, love totin the glock
Helps me feel safer when niggaz try to scheme on my plot
Try to steal paper from me you gotta deal with a lot
See I will leave you to rot, only defendin my stock
Niggaz know they pussy and struggle to pretend that they not
Lose your life in the drop, while I harvest the crop
My hot shit; bust a cannon have you run in your socks
See we live on the edge, bang shit with a sledgehammer
Split up your head, kill a snitch for the feds
Let s go, for the streets I m always spittin a gospel
Get Nas holdin a barrel size of elephant nostril
[Chorus]
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