Busta Rhymes - What My Niggas Want Lyrics
[camron]You the type to say I rap, I rhyme, look I freestyleRap is played out aint shit here for free childMe and chris lighty checks is what we see childIce wont get you sea sick *****, it get you c nowDiplomat treat you like a beer bottle twist your capHustler shit, you never sold a bit of crackChain you might get it snatched, down to the latchSince I went to get it back yo what type of shit is thatPicture that, wrist is rapped 37 bluntedHow many diamonds you got on? shit 37 hundredIm stunting pissy popping by the bottleGot nothing under the trench and Im not from coloradoYour acting a little like your rapping to riddlesGot harlem looking like we a pack of skittlesIm a tyko fanatic, phsyco sematic,Type blow ? gamatic? , life go dramaticHydros a habit *****[busta rhymes](chorus)All my niggas whos ready to ride niggas, what whatAll my soldiers and my living foul niggas, what whatMoney niggas, what what, thug niggas, what what,Grimy niggas, whatwhat,Big gun niggas, what whatAll my *****es thats ready to wild with me, what whatAnd ***** a hole away in the ground with me, what whatMoney *****es, what what, thug *****es, what what,Corporate *****es, what whatAll the above *****es[camron]Imagine a ho kissing me, a ho dissing meNo I cant have that, not from rottisearreRoglissere, gators so slipperyBest affiliated with the movie miseryI make you kids learn, when your car gone,Crib burned, jim jones shit permed like big ernAnd you speak that gang gang slang,Gun like pop from boomerangbang bang bangThat girl looking, you packing a whore,Slapping a whore, foot sweppers slacking the doorLaughing for sure, yeah that shit happend before***** flurting with me, her man tapping the jawWhat Im drunk about, what I smoke skunk aboutHope you make it to that year prince sung aboutAll these years dripping and duckingStay with birds the ones I was flipping and *****ingYa heard(chorus)
