Ludacris, Busta Rhymes, Lil Wayne - Throw It Up lyrics

Yea I'm back to drive you craz
With the hottest shit in the
Streets, no if's, and's, or maybe's
Errbody gather around from here
To little Haiti
Cuz it's Busta (Luda) and (Young Weezy Baby)
With Flip Mode and DTP, shit be gettin' ugly
Weezy tell 'em what you rep
(I represent Young Money)
Yea I know you got me homie
(Busta, Bust I got you)
Real talk (I'm goin' in) get 'em killaaa

I'm about to blast off call it rocket science
Daddy fat stacks check my pocket size
And if ya wanna try it, c'mon and try it
You don't want beef, I'll put you on a diet
I'm comin' through ya house
With them choppas firin'
And all adults die, leave the toddlers cryin'
I've been a soldier, never met private ryan


Hey welcome to the jungle, and I'm the lion
I'm dippin' in my coupe
With the top behind me
I'm not the president
But I see cops behind me
Well fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em
And they can not stop me
So I will be drivin' like Ricky Bobby
It's my prerogative like Whitney's Bobby
I'm skatin' on blades like Sidney Crosby
(That's hockey) sharper than a ginsu shawty
You not Beyonce, but I can get you body

Now you know what we about to do
We goin' full throttle
Niggas go and toss ya champagne
And throw a fuckin' bottle
Throw it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you know we got em)

I throw it up like a cap and tassel
I got my rap diploma i throw it up like the
Gangs in Southern California
I Got them burners on ya
Have you lookin' at a Russian Ruger
I'll be lookin' like a human torch
Then have you lookin' like Freddy Krueger
So don't be sleepin' on me
This ain't a fuckin' dream
I pass the rock to these jays
Like I'm on they fuckin' team
But I ain't slangin' dope
I slang Luda-vision
Hip-Hop's God in these jeans
Now that's true religion
You couldn't fill my shoes
You couldn't fill my jockey
My niggas fight over ice like
We been playin' hockey
I hope you get the goal
I hope you get the point
I'm on a roll with this paper
I hope you get the joint
I hope you fire it up, I hope it burn slow
I welcome chicks to my nest
I let these birds know and eagles fly alone
So I'm about to take flight
And throw it up like ya
Girl's dress on prom night

Now you know what we about to do
We goin' full throttle
Niggas go and toss ya champagne
And throw a fuckin' bottle
Throw it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you know we got em)

When I spit
Niggas be askin' "Who dat" It be the god
And I know you niggas really wanna know
How the hell I "Do dat"
And the way that I come through
And kill every single thing when I rhyme
Nevermind, niggas can't compete when I spit
A little beat same time
(Bring the beat back) My fans will
Leave ya fuckin' ass leakin'
For sayin' you nicer than me
Hypothetically speakin'
Cool and Dre bring the fuckin'
Beat back for no reason (Rewind It)
Niggas know my rap and know
Me for always beastin', ok
When they see me they stutta
Niggas know where I'm from
Scoon nu nu nu ba ba be
Like the speakin' in tongues
I single handedly move like a
Thousand niggas kick on
Trample niggas like a heard of hippo's
(Nigga) when I get hot I pop like oil
That's when they call me crisco (Bitch)
That's when I seek revenge like
The Count of Monte Cristo
Crack niggas like Nabisco
Swallow a fifth for 'Sisco
A gangsta cat markin territory
Wherever the piss go
Now that I'm pissy drunk
Why the hell you wanna thug and holla
I'll change that and have
You consider studyin' Kabbalah (Shit)
They nicknamed me Kamala
(Hey) , kinda like the Ugandan giant
Flatten niggas with my foot, who wanna try it

Now you know what we about to do
We goin' full throttle
Niggas go and toss ya champagne
And throw a fuckin' bottle
Throw it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you know we got em)

I throw it up like a cap and tassel
I got my rap diploma i throw it up like the
Gangs in Southern California
I Got them burners on ya
Have you lookin' at a Russian Ruger
I'll be lookin' like a human torch
Then have you lookin' like Freddy Krueger
So don't be sleepin' on me
This ain't a fuckin' dream
I pass the rock to these jays
Like I'm on they fuckin' team
But I ain't slangin' dope
I slang Luda-vision
Hip-Hop's God in these jeans
Now that's true religion
You couldn't fill my shoes
You couldn't fill my jockey
My niggas fight over ice like
We been playin' hockey
I hope you get the goal
I hope you get the point
I'm on a roll with this paper
I hope you get the joint
I hope you fire it up, I hope it burn slow
I welcome chicks to my nest
I let these birds know and eagles fly alone
So I'm about to take flight
And throw it up like ya
Girl's dress on prom night

Now you know what we about to do
We goin' full throttle
Niggas go and toss ya champagne
And throw a fuckin' bottle
Throw it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you know we got em)
Now you know what we about to do
We goin' full throttle
Niggas go and toss ya champagne
And throw a fuckin' bottle
Throw it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you know we got em)
Throw it up (you know we got em)