Busta Rhymes, Nas - Don't Get Carried Away lyrics
Nas [Nasir bin Olu Dara Jones] Brooklyn, NYC, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Busta Rhymes, Nas - Don't Get Carried Away lyrics]
Doctor, yeah
I think we got some shit for 'em (FLIP-MODE)
Yeah I'mma rub these sticks together
Check it, and start a bonfire
And if you don't see it y'all
Niggas 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
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 niggas on the corner
And I never forget it
And I never regret it because I
See how you get it
Now because of you niggas
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
And if you don't see it y'all
Niggas 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
Ill Will, Flip-mooode!
I'm the Enigma, there is none harder, smarter
Martyr, Godfather, my entrance
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 Murciélago, ghostin' them narcos
Toastin' 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
And if you don't see it y'all
Niggas 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
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 niggas 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
Niggas 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
And if you don't see it y'all
Niggas 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
I think we got some shit for 'em (FLIP-MODE)
Yeah I'mma rub these sticks together
Check it, and start a bonfire
And if you don't see it y'all
Niggas 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
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 niggas on the corner
And I never forget it
And I never regret it because I
See how you get it
Now because of you niggas
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
And if you don't see it y'all
Niggas 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
Ill Will, Flip-mooode!
I'm the Enigma, there is none harder, smarter
Martyr, Godfather, my entrance
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 Murciélago, ghostin' them narcos
Toastin' 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
And if you don't see it y'all
Niggas 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
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 niggas 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
Niggas 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
And if you don't see it y'all
Niggas 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