M.O.P., Busta Rhymes - Broad Daylight lyrics

[M.O.P., Busta Rhymes - Broad Daylight lyrics]

Broad daylight I off ya on switch
Broad daylight I off ya on switch
Broad daylight I off ya on switch
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah

Broad daylight I off ya on switch
Broad daylight I off ya on switch
Broad daylight I off ya on switch
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah

Yeah, yeah this is Murderville
The overbite boss Bobby Shmurda grill
Y'all niggas is guppies
They say life is a bitch
When she have them babies I just
Want one of them puppies
My dawgz give it to ya broad
Day with them thang thangs
Leave you in the middle of the street nigga
Bang bang so what I said was
You gon' fuck around and get your head bust
Fizzy Wo hop of that special ed bus
Then the leg bust
I'm from a block where thou shall
Sell more weight then thou weigh
Send 'em from one hundred to zero, about face
When will you bastards learn
My life is fast and furious
Paul Walker til I crash and burn (MO)
Give it to 'em anywhere on the compass
This is 187 beyond nauseous

Broad daylight I off ya on switch
Broad daylight I off ya on switch
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah

Get to know me i do it all, i'm hood varsity
Where ever they playin' ball in
The street or Carnegie Hall
Anonymous shots at me, keep it on the blog
Or get tased broad daylight
Right in front of the mall
My constituion of rights to flare
Arms is in play got Kings County in my DNA
So no i ain't the nigga you send for
Thinking you wanna see me with 3 niggas
Bring 3 more get the fuck outta here
Ain't nothin' new, I been raw
And nahhhhh i don't bend for
Them niggas you bend for get to know me
The shooters on ya block call me big homie
Or bigger homie, when i got that ripper on me
You might wanna reconsider flippin' on me
Trip if you want, get left crippled homie
Who wanna fuck with Hollywood Cole huh?
Brownsville Berkowitz, monkeys on parole

Broad daylight I off ya on switch
Broad daylight I off ya on switch
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah

Yo, check me, look
This be that true blood beach?
Fuck your bikini sookie
Most of you niggas are
Sweeter then diabetes pussy
Yeah, yeah y'all know who be the nicest
I'm a nice guy
But i'm sicker then the ebola crisis
This day and age is the time
And the culture of the snitches
I come from a town where we
Never wife no stripper bitches
She cover up in 3 forms
Roudly call her a royal empress, huh
French Montata? Shit's a wrap
While i'm sippin' a whiskey (drink nigga)
Already did my job so you never forget me
(never) tell me when niggas won't try
(homie what's up) this be that A-list?
(better shut the fuck up)
While i abuse these big niggas with
What they supposed to do
With those niggas too

Broad daylight I off ya on switch
Broad daylight I off ya on switch
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah

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