DJ Kay Slay - We Get Busy lyrics

Ayo, it's DJ Kay Slay, the drama king
Big shouts to all the brothers
Doing they thing out there
But this joint is dedicated to
Brothers who get busy

Fuck it, free 'til I D-IE
And I pray, "Place peace pon me
" that's how I'm living
COVID killing niggas in prison
It's spreading fast
Court system's out of commission
They dead in mass
The wedding of the beast and the
Freak is at it's peak
It reeks like a vaginal leak
Half of you sleep
It's deep, seems like the grief won't cease
If your pain ain't felt the same
Then don't speak

When we hug these mics, we gеt busy
When we hug thesе mics, we get busy
When we hug these mics, we get busy
When we hug these mics, we get busy

I'm a psychopathic biohazard
Type flow bastard
Write those classics, you write so average
I snipe your cabbage
Put the heater right to your face
Ignite your your lashes
The burning bed, you sleeping on me
I light your mattress
You got insurance? It's expensive
Go price your casket
Your lady is a widow like Kennedy's wife
Onassis inside those classes
I'm the teacher who writes no passes
Erase you, cremate you, then swipe your ashes

When we hug these mics, we get busy
When we hug these mics, we get busy
When we hug these mics, we get busy
When we hug these mics, we get busy (Say)

I'm in a truck and the engine is Hemi
I'm shooting bucks out a gauge, it's a semi
I'm letting off, you better
Duck 'cause I'm coming, so get me
Everything I fucking asked for is
Some more like I'm Demi
Couple racks in my dungarees
I'm your big fucking daddy, boy
You a son to me you pull a move and I find
Out what you done to me
Then I'ma drop a bag on your
Head like you standing under me

When we hug these mics, we get busy
When we hug these mics, we get busy
When we hug these mics, we get busy
When we hug these mics, we get busy
(The Butcher coming, nigga)

Can't forget the chicks that
Visited with balloons (Uh, huh)
On the dance floor, I turned
A visitor to a mule, nigga
Racketeering shit when they mention
Us in the news (BSF)
Enough ice to drop the
Temperature in the room
(I got that shit on me)
My niggas still there, me, left (I left)
All the D I stretch tryna get
A sack like Leon Lett
She gotta fuck when she see my neck
(When she see my neck)
King Kong shit, beat my chest
Streets back, we got next, let's go

When we hug these mics, we get busy
When we hug these mics, we get busy
When we hug these mics, we get busy
When we hug these mics, we get busy

All I do is keep a mask and a glove
Before the COVID (yeah)
Never see me uppin' the pole
Unless I blowed it (yeah)
Yard's full of foreigns
I'm coppin' it if I rode it (yeah)
When I'm done with that
Get to flyin' or either boat it (yeah)
I don't give a fuck, let 'em join
They been deported ('Ported)
Bunch of niggas out tryna copy us
They demoted ('Moted)
Tell them niggas hatin' it's personal
If they showed it (Showed it)
Rap niggas
They full of shit like they was bloated

When we hug these mics, we get busy
When we hug these mics, we get busy
When we hug these mics, we get busy
When we hug these mics, we get busy (Ayy)

I been moving bags like a carousel
Fillin' orders got my diamonds, water
I had to get my watch a snorkel
You try, then my warriors'll torch 'em
A stop sign crime scene, then
Drake made his hotline bling, ugh
Big smoke like a blunt full of Moon Rock
Hanging out the moon roof
Knock him out his tube socks
All he saw was gold fronts
Bananas out the K stick salute the real
Fuck the fake with a AIDS dick

When we hug these mics, we get busy
When we hug these mics, we get busy
When we hug these mics, we get busy
When we hug these mics, we get busy