DJ Clue?, Busta Rhymes, Rah Digga - Getting It lyrics

DJ Clue desert Strom

Yea flipmode
Busta Rhymes rah Digga
The Inauguration (New Busta Rhymes!)
Yea, yea ha ha ha yea (Feat Rah Digga)
What give it to me
All my nggaz where you at now?

Check me when we arrive in the spot
Who the fuck you think fazin'
We amazing and we blazin' nigga
And while we blow shit every time
Fully equipped for the occasion
While we dazin', and we grazin' niggas
Make you leak and drip
Till your body shelves up faggots
Just like a razor say your grace
And get the praisin' niggas
Flipmode be the ultimate unit
Play your position


While he lace it, know your place
While we decreasin' niggas
I have a hard time with wack niggas talkin'
Die slow with all that weak
Shit, you speak shit, eat shit!
Cause when we march and high-step in the spot
Niggas love it when we leak
Shit, the heat shit, street shit!
And while we drop the most miraculous bombs
Ya'll niggas ain't really dropin nothin'
Rockin nothin', toppin' nothin' (whhaaatttt)
Now to ya'll funny niggas talkin' your talk
Ya'll niggas ain't even
Really coppin' nothin'
Poppin' nothin', stoppin' nothin'

All my niggas that be ride in the trucks
Getting' money say it! (ho)
Niggas, say it (ho, hoooo)
All my niggas thata' rep for the street
Hold it down say it! (ho)
Niggas, what! I'm sayin' (ho, hoooo)

All my bitches thata' beef with they nigga
And hold it down with em' (whaa)
Say it, bitches, I'm sayin' (whaa, whaaa)

And to my bitches that be doin'
It and get their own money
Just say it (whaa)
Say it, bitches, I'm sayin' (whaa, whaaa)

Say 1 for the dirty 2 for hard core
3 for the trees stashed in my top drawer
I be comin' to ya' live!
Fuck up your whole circuit
Make rappers ask them self if this
Shit is even worth it
Don't really need to brag
Cause these streets a tell
Stay tight, be polite, and she specks so well
Say fuck the world who ever ain't feelin' me
Campaignin' through the hood like
My name was Hillary the illest with form
I'm the illest on the norm
The illest on my barn the illest on the song
Any type wanna yap or think they can rap
I'm a scream on motherfuckas like
My name was Big Cap
Timbaland, sweat pants, sacks of high dro
The dirtiest flow in magazines like Whoa!
Make it hot, flow it down
Like some hoers, you can lift this
And be careful what you write cause
I might of already flipped it

All my niggas that be ridin' on 20's
And gettinn' money say it! (ho)
Niggas, say it (ho, hoooo)

All my niggas thata' rep for the street
Hold it down say it! (ho)
Niggas, what! I'm sayin' (ho, hoooo)

All my bitches thata' beef with they nigga
And hold it down with em' (whaa)
Say it, bitches, I'm sayin' (whaa, whaaa)

And to my bitches that be doin'
It and get their own money
Just say it (whaa)
Say it, bitches, I'm sayin' (whaa, whaaa)

Now we don't give a fuck we serious nigga
We smokin' trees, stackin' G's, nigga please
Nigga what now?
Music just for niggas backin' they jaws
Makin' you freeze, beta' eaze
Get on your knees, nigga what now?

Digga, digga, digga
Type of swing only Rah could bring
I could passion crazy rhymin'
And I do my thing
Trantin' niggas to threads
Like white boys in kegs cuss words and verbs
Going over niggas heads

Yo no mercy and we taken no prisoners
Pull the trigger, now we
Bigger, me and digga, in the spot now!
Ya'll mothafuckas really think you can manage
What we deliver, cause we thicker
And we sick of—what the fuck now!

Digga, digga, digga
Ripped shit since the 80's
You taken me like if, and, mazin'
Lil' crazy, lil' lazy, sop it up like gravy
Couldn't write a wack rhyme if
A mothafucka paid me

DJ Clue desert Storm
You know how we do things word up!