Busta Rhymes - Takin' What's Mine lyrics
[Busta Rhymes - Takin' What's Mine lyrics]
"And now for our feature presentation"
Yeah, see now - see now
I - I was reminiscing on some shit
(Let y'all niggas know, I am the nicest ever)
Yeah, just in case you niggas wasn’t
Really understanding what was going on
It's Busta Bust
Nigga! Mick Boogie! Check it! Let's go!
Since I was a youngin’
I would walk in the street
And I was takin' what's mine (Commissioner)
(C‘mon, c'mon) When I was young, see
I was packing a punch
Little feisty motherfucker quick for
Taking your lunch none of my niggas rockin'
With me would squeal everybody getting got
As long as they ain't have
No swine in they meal every day
I go to school and I be
Rollin' with all of my dogs (Bark)
Like I was groaning
I was really impressin' a broad
Every day, we were stepping to
Niggas - "Hey, yo, what’s up?"
Better run it or we’re coming to
Dig up all in your pockets
Every now and then
They might throw a punch back
At the end of the day
They had to pay for they lunch back
(Bark) Now, you know, my bark was rude
After a while
I realized the kids was cool with
Paying me for they food
(Okay, okay) Must've been something
I saw cash flow
I ain’t only lust for the cake
I fell in love with the dough
(Let's get this money)
(Oh, this is sweeter than life Oh
This is sweeter than life)
Now, I ain't never believed shit
Could be so sweet
When niggas could get paper so easy
This motherfucker feels so good
Taking a little nigga's lunch
Money and his lunch
And making him pay for his lunch
To get his lunch back
Yeah, that’s how we got his lunch money, too
Yeah, that's how we on it (C'mon)
Got the chance to go and
Start to bubble some coke
And started taking what was mine
(Alright, alright) got a little older
Married this thing called strugglin'
Hustling, trying to find bigger things
To be bustin' in
Even though sometimes we fighting
And we tusslin'
We shorties hoein' that paper
Through the hustlin' and bustlin'
And I stand on the corner
Smoke a blunt with my clique my dog
(Bark) ever blessed me when he front me
A brick (You best believe that)
(As we get down and dirty with
Powder and coked with coke
And flipped a brick in 36 hours)
(Now, what you say?) We out of town
And now we doin' it greasy
My money sick, unbelievably
And comin' in easy (Let's get this dough)
The Reaganomics era was right and actual
Shit, the coke was so good
The fiends was smoking the capsules
(That shit is bug)
Brick-flipping in a day and a half, blood
I never heard or seen no
Money sweeter than that
(That shit was crazy)
(Oh, this is sweeter than life Oh
This is sweeter than life)
Yeah, money was rolling in like
A motherfucking floodgate was opening
Shit, the shit was so sweet, nigga
It was such a time for niggas
You know what I mean
Niggas would go out of town
And set up shop in little
Crackhead cribs and bubble yeah, you know
Niggas would run up in the mall and
Buy about 30 pairs of sneakers
Little niggas that was getting it
Now that I'm a man who has
To see a lot of shit
You know, I'm taking what was mine
(Fo' sho, fo' sho)
Thinkin' big and now I'm trying to own land
Getting up now, I'm older, nigga
Think as a grown man niggas is having seeds
Gotta create a new hoe plan
Tired, I went to hustles
Hold the crack in my cold hands
So then, I started to spit, hollerin'
"Where my dogs is at?"
Run up in labels, hollerin'
"Where your bosses at?"
So determined to get this new cake
(Like, here we go)
To put some better food on my plate
(So, what you do?)
Spit the shit, the streets
The love and respect and in return
Got corporate America cuttin' me checks
(That's only right) this was some new shit
For me to get loose to
Started feeling the love, different from
What I was used to, na na na
Fucking lots of hoes
Getting a lot of the dough
Money bigger, plus we doin' award shows
Now, sing this shit
(Oh, this is sweeter than life Oh
This is sweeter than life)
(yeah, yo) You know it's beautiful
When you ain't - when you ain't gotta
Sell no more of that shit
You know what I mean
You can put the crack down and shit
Money legal now, nigga got a little rap paper
Real successful now, nigga (yeah)
You know, we takin' care of the family
And it couldn't get more sweeter (C'mon)
Now that I'm a man who has
To see a lot of shit
You know, I'm taking what was -
Yeah, see now - see now
I - I was reminiscing on some shit
(Let y'all niggas know, I am the nicest ever)
Yeah, just in case you niggas wasn’t
Really understanding what was going on
It's Busta Bust
Nigga! Mick Boogie! Check it! Let's go!
Since I was a youngin’
I would walk in the street
And I was takin' what's mine (Commissioner)
(C‘mon, c'mon) When I was young, see
I was packing a punch
Little feisty motherfucker quick for
Taking your lunch none of my niggas rockin'
With me would squeal everybody getting got
As long as they ain't have
No swine in they meal every day
I go to school and I be
Rollin' with all of my dogs (Bark)
Like I was groaning
I was really impressin' a broad
Every day, we were stepping to
Niggas - "Hey, yo, what’s up?"
Better run it or we’re coming to
Dig up all in your pockets
Every now and then
They might throw a punch back
At the end of the day
They had to pay for they lunch back
(Bark) Now, you know, my bark was rude
After a while
I realized the kids was cool with
Paying me for they food
(Okay, okay) Must've been something
I saw cash flow
I ain’t only lust for the cake
I fell in love with the dough
(Let's get this money)
(Oh, this is sweeter than life Oh
This is sweeter than life)
Now, I ain't never believed shit
Could be so sweet
When niggas could get paper so easy
This motherfucker feels so good
Taking a little nigga's lunch
Money and his lunch
And making him pay for his lunch
To get his lunch back
Yeah, that’s how we got his lunch money, too
Yeah, that's how we on it (C'mon)
Got the chance to go and
Start to bubble some coke
And started taking what was mine
(Alright, alright) got a little older
Married this thing called strugglin'
Hustling, trying to find bigger things
To be bustin' in
Even though sometimes we fighting
And we tusslin'
We shorties hoein' that paper
Through the hustlin' and bustlin'
And I stand on the corner
Smoke a blunt with my clique my dog
(Bark) ever blessed me when he front me
A brick (You best believe that)
(As we get down and dirty with
Powder and coked with coke
And flipped a brick in 36 hours)
(Now, what you say?) We out of town
And now we doin' it greasy
My money sick, unbelievably
And comin' in easy (Let's get this dough)
The Reaganomics era was right and actual
Shit, the coke was so good
The fiends was smoking the capsules
(That shit is bug)
Brick-flipping in a day and a half, blood
I never heard or seen no
Money sweeter than that
(That shit was crazy)
(Oh, this is sweeter than life Oh
This is sweeter than life)
Yeah, money was rolling in like
A motherfucking floodgate was opening
Shit, the shit was so sweet, nigga
It was such a time for niggas
You know what I mean
Niggas would go out of town
And set up shop in little
Crackhead cribs and bubble yeah, you know
Niggas would run up in the mall and
Buy about 30 pairs of sneakers
Little niggas that was getting it
Now that I'm a man who has
To see a lot of shit
You know, I'm taking what was mine
(Fo' sho, fo' sho)
Thinkin' big and now I'm trying to own land
Getting up now, I'm older, nigga
Think as a grown man niggas is having seeds
Gotta create a new hoe plan
Tired, I went to hustles
Hold the crack in my cold hands
So then, I started to spit, hollerin'
"Where my dogs is at?"
Run up in labels, hollerin'
"Where your bosses at?"
So determined to get this new cake
(Like, here we go)
To put some better food on my plate
(So, what you do?)
Spit the shit, the streets
The love and respect and in return
Got corporate America cuttin' me checks
(That's only right) this was some new shit
For me to get loose to
Started feeling the love, different from
What I was used to, na na na
Fucking lots of hoes
Getting a lot of the dough
Money bigger, plus we doin' award shows
Now, sing this shit
(Oh, this is sweeter than life Oh
This is sweeter than life)
(yeah, yo) You know it's beautiful
When you ain't - when you ain't gotta
Sell no more of that shit
You know what I mean
You can put the crack down and shit
Money legal now, nigga got a little rap paper
Real successful now, nigga (yeah)
You know, we takin' care of the family
And it couldn't get more sweeter (C'mon)
Now that I'm a man who has
To see a lot of shit
You know, I'm taking what was -