We Be All Over The Place lyrics
by Busta Rhymes
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes, Clinton Sparks]
Flipmode we be all over the place
Quick to lay n*ggas down lawnmower they face
f*ck your b*tch ‘fore she go to her weddin’
f*ck around beat your ass with two sticks like the number eleven, yo
It's Flipmode we be all over the place
Quick to lay n*ggas down and lawnmower they face
f*ck your b*tch ‘fore she go to her weddin’
(Clinton Sparks, Busta Rhymes, New Crack City)
f*ck around and beat your ass with two sticks like the number eleven
[Verse 1: Labba, Clinton Sparks, Busta Rhymes]
Thеre’s a war goin’ on, there's a war goin' on
Thеre's a war war, war, war war goin' on (Clinton Sparks)
There's a war goin' on outside it ain’t safe
This box cutter music I jailhouse your face
No man is equal, it’s huntin’ season
It’s like coke and bakin’ soda I stretch on any corner
For the right cash n*gga I kidnap your daughter
I got to order the mac will hit your door built more cautious
Your new one the boss
Ten fast n*gga, I’m on your ass
Have some f*ckin’ respec’, on the fall in thres
Like you a G or a vet, n*gga kids get wet
f*ckin’ wit’ my set, f*ckin’ wit’ my set
You will find yourself in some deep regrets
(New Crack City n*gga)
Now that’s facts
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Flipmode we be all over the place
Quick to lay n*ggas down lawnmower they face
f*ck your b*tch ‘fore she go to her weddin’
f*ck around beat your ass with two sticks like the number eleven, yo
It's Flipmode we be all over the place
Quick to lay n*ggas down and lawnmower they face
f*ck your b*tch ‘fore she go to her weddin’
f*ck around and beat your ass with two sticks like the number eleven
[Verse 2: Spliff Star]
They put me back on the motherf*ckin’ map it’s Spliff Star
We let n*ggas eat now we back with the sh*t par
b*tches in the club, rubbin’ and touchin’ it
Your girlfriend cheatin’, your man be f*ckin’ it
2006 oh sh*t it’s a new year
Double up the hustle watch the money come through here
It’s my turn to get at ua
These f*ckin’ other rappers never lived anything they spit up in their [?]
Hittin’ with the force raps like to carry gats like they c*ck back
Let it go, that’s the n*gga clap
Make ‘em lyin’, false advertisement
Soundin’ all hard on the records but get robbed for his diamonds
Me, I’m much different
I’m in the streets with real, got n*ggas ridin’ with gats for real
n*gga front, get plunk, right where he stand
n*ggas bleed just like us, [?] fearin’ a man
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Flipmode we be all over the place
Quick to lay n*ggas down lawnmower they face
f*ck your b*tch ‘fore she go to her weddin’
f*ck around beat your ass with two sticks like the number eleven, yo
It's Flipmode we be all over the place
Quick to lay n*ggas down and lawnmower they face
f*ck your b*tch ‘fore she go to her weddin’
f*ck around and beat your ass with two sticks like the number eleven