Busta Rhymes - Blowing the Speakers lyrics

Yeah (yeah) , Murda on the beat so it's not nice
Yeah (yeah) and yeah (And yeah)
Yeah

We turnin' the heat up again (yeah)
We fuckin' the beat up again (yeah)
We fuckin' the street up again (Yee)
We blowin' the speakers again (yeah)
In my Ferragana-Ferragamo (Uh)
While they fear the God, I fear the problem
(Uh) bitch, we be comin' to win (yeah)
Yes, we came a long way from the bottom
We turnin' thе heat up again (Uh)
We fuckin' the bеat up again (yeah)
We fuckin' the street up again (yeah)
We blowin' the speakers again (Woop)
In my Ferragana-Ferragamo (yeah)
While they fear the God, I fear the problem
(yeah) bitch, we be comin' to win (Uh)
Yes, we came a long way from the bottom
(yeah)

In a Panamera Porsche (Ugh)
Color marinara sauce (Ugh)
Color soundin' like I split a atom
Put the body on a cross (yeah)
Doin' this shit like you can't imagine
Even my bitches be whippin' Phantoms
(Bitches be whippin' Phantoms)
My bitches drink flat tummy tea 'til
All they shit all flatten (Yah)
See how we lettin' it go? (Damn)
Hannibal Lecter with flows (Damn)
Very selective with hoes
Despite I'm the nigga she chose (Damn)
Get imported fabrics from Morocco
(yeah, yeah)
Ship with a ten million dollar condo
(yeah, yeah)
Just to me Macho C-Camacho (yeah, yeah)
Leadin' the flacas, they gotta follow (yeah)

We turnin' the heat up again (yeah)
We fuckin' the beat up again (yeah)
We fuckin' the street up again (Yee)
We blowin' the speakers again (yeah)
In my Ferragana-Ferragamo (Uh)
While they fear the God, I fear the problem
(Uh) bitch, we be comin' to win (yeah)
Yes, we came a long way from the bottom
We turnin' the heat up again (Uh)
We fuckin' the beat up again (yeah)
We fuckin' the street up again (yeah)
We blowin' the speakers again (Woop)
In my Ferragana-Ferragamo (yeah)
While they fear the God, I fear the problem
(yeah) bitch, we be comin' to win (Uh)
Yes, we came a long way from the bottom
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Let me take off my coat 'cause
It's hot in this bitch (Hot in this bitch)
I been gettin' my dough, just talkin' my shit
(Talkin' and livin')
'Bout to fuck with these hoes
Follow the whip (Follow, follow)
And they know exactly what to do
Follow the script
I'm in the gate and I'm countin' the profit
While shittin' on niggas
You never could stop it
Future Bugattis, you know I'ma cop it
Then kill all these niggas, you know
When I drop it
Niggas know already, niggas know the topic
(Damn) jump up in this bitch and
Niggas know I got it (Damn)
It's all up in my blood
They know it's biologic (Yee)
You can give 'em all a
New feast for the street
I'ma give 'em the food so my niggas can eat
When I'm livin' the truth
That's always when I speak
Now go stand on the couch
Now go stand on the seat
And I make all you niggas play this on repeat
Watch me lift up the buildin'
And fuck up the beat
While I spend all this money
I want a receipt
When you niggas cool off I'll
Be givin' you heat
And you know we'll be back just
To fuck up the streets

We turnin' the heat up again (yeah)
We fuckin' the beat up again (yeah)
We fuckin' the street up again (Yee)
We blowin' the speakers again (yeah)
In my Ferragana-Ferragamo (Uh)
While they fear the God, I fear the problem
(Uh) bitch, we be comin' to win (yeah)
Yes, we came a long way from the bottom
We turnin' the heat up again (Uh)
We fuckin' the beat up again (yeah)
We fuckin' the street up again (yeah)
We blowin' the speakers again (Woop)
In my Ferragana-Ferragamo (yeah)
While they fear the God, I fear the problem
(yeah) bitch, we be comin' to win (Uh)
Yes, we came a long way from the bottom
(yeah)