Don't Get Carried Away |
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Don't Get Carried Away Lyrics |
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 (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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