A Tribe Called Quest f Busta Rhymes Redman lyrics
A Tribe Called Quest f Busta Rhymes Redman lyrics
"Steppin' It Up Lyrics"
Son Of A Gun Lyrics
If you want I'll sell you a life story About a man who's at loggerheads with his past all the time He's alive and living in purgatory All he's doing is rooming up in hotels And scooping up lots of wine There was once a boy of life Who lived upon a knife He took his share of everywhere But he never took a wife... He was born to live like a mercenary Well personally I think that's fine If you're in the right mind He was burned by the twentieth century Now he's doing time In the back of his mind He can
If you want I'll sell you a life story About a man who's at loggerheads with his past all the time He's alive and living in purgatory All he's doing is rooming up in hotels And scooping up lots of wine There was once a boy of life Who lived upon a knife He took his share of everywhere But he never took a wife... He was born to live like a mercenary Well personally I think that's fine If you're in the right mind He was burned by the twentieth century Now he's doing time In the back of his mind He can
Q-Tip] Phife Dawg
[Phife] yo Kamal
[Q-Tip] Reggie Noble
[Redman] up in here
[Q-Tip] yo Busta-bust, yo it's time to step up
[Busta Rhymes]
you know I plaster, nothing to path
and mastered every way you slap the bitch backwards
uh-oh, aiyo, whenever Busta Rhymes say so
when we move yes, sometimes we lay low
aiyo, big up my little (brother) Pedro
make you after the L like turkey, cheese and tomato
to (who) is that, especially for niggas who pay no
attention to instructions, like they still runnin' so big y'all
wonderin' how it's activate real quick
but they like to go about five feet more with an extra (dick)
one (stick) holdin' my hand when I'm rockin' the mic
the extra (stick) blow up the (girl) for the rest of the night
then I return with more lyrics like a bunch of rough niggas
they tough niggas, snuff niggas
I know the club got enough niggas
to slap your face expert, who the next jerk
to make me exert heat (screw it)
and let me network
[Q-Tip] yo Reggie Noble
[Redman]
I Just Can't Stop Loving You Lyrics
Written and Composed by Michael Jackson, 1987. I Just Want To Lay Next To You For Awhile You Look So Beautiful Tonight Your Eyes Are So Lovely Your Mouth Is So Sweet A Lot Of People Misunderstand Me That's Because They Don't Know Me At All I Just Want To Touch You And Hold You I Need You God I Need You I Love You So Much [Michael] Each Time The Wind Blows I Hear Your Voice So I Call Your Name . . . Whispers At Morning Our Love Is Dawning
feel me, yo Busta-bust
[Busta] what up
[Q-Tip] yo Phife Dawg, yo it's time to step up
[Phife]
yo what the fuck, unh
check it here, peep the four-man transaction
Phife diggy Dawg, we on some tart short mackin'
you know my steez, there's no time for relaxin'
word to Reggie, yo it's time for some action
girl swing yo' ass, I can feel you climaxin'
don't even front, you know you wanna make it happen
yo Busta-bust, do you hear violator faxin'
eighty g's for one show, that's satisfaction
now which mc feel like he's fuckin' with this here
word to Queens, I keep shit hot like a canish, yeah
Malik is back, I'm here to make you look foolish
my rep is niggas in the afro-one coolage
remember white shadow, my clicks stay sharper than an arrow
plus in Trinidad I'm treated like the mighty sparrow
freestylin' son, like there was no tommorrow
hence the reason why y'all bug cats all love to follow
two different toasters in your chest will make your shit hollow
how's about them apples, oh is it too hard to swallow
push your wi
Billy Razor, Fudge Lover, on down to Shine Lightro
yo pussy take this mic from this pussy, make 'em run it
five-foot invasion son, you can't run from it
[Busta] yo Reggie Noble
[Redman] blow, yo Phife diggy
[Phife] what up
[Busta] yo yo Kamal it's your time to step up
[Q-Tip]
check it out
the original shit, we makin' it
takin' it to the extremes
we breakin' it
when we get inside a zone
nig, you thought that it's good
all you jelly cats stop marinatin' my wood
niggas grab the mic with loads of malarky
I braid the knowledge and will the anarchy
put it on poo-putz who's unsettled with ignorance
give the last sentence with pointence and dilagence
eighteen wheelin' through niggas like truckers
breakin' ankles, put it on like we at the ruckus
gauranteein' that shorty can move it around
in the place that gets you hot but leaves you here on the ground
contenders, don't you even think to challenge the crown
of these brothers who so elequently hold the beat
the wigama roll, we buy a fort and control
we the musical equation of the whole entire nation
[Q-Tip] yo Phife Dawg
[Phife] yes Kamal
[Q-Tip] Busta-bust
[Busta] what up
[Q-Tip] yo Reggie Noble yo it's time to step up
[Redman]
yo yo, I'm just an ill nigga
don't got it all up stairs
ridin' (steez) get the (meat)
til they come in pairs
oh yeah, throw the goggles on these engineers
cause it might get kinda wet when I spit this here
yo, I'm six-foot-one with a big ass gun
to carry it you'd need a waistline the size of Big Pun
but I move crowds without a gun
like if the New York state lottery's ninety nine million
yo, when it's time to flow I suprise and blow
five hundred thousand units off a dimaond trow
forty below, I'm thawn when it's time throw
the caboose, I'm even hard to be touched by a massouse
whoo-whoo
funk doc gets the money
and best beleive I went through more trees than Sonny
me, Kamal, Busta-bust, Phife Dawg
shit (all you brothers) get lysol
Written and Composed by Michael Jackson, 1987. I Just Want To Lay Next To You For Awhile You Look So Beautiful Tonight Your Eyes Are So Lovely Your Mouth Is So Sweet A Lot Of People Misunderstand Me That's Because They Don't Know Me At All I Just Want To Touch You And Hold You I Need You God I Need You I Love You So Much [Michael] Each Time The Wind Blows I Hear Your Voice So I Call Your Name . . . Whispers At Morning Our Love Is Dawning
feel me, yo Busta-bust
[Busta] what up
[Q-Tip] yo Phife Dawg, yo it's time to step up
[Phife]
yo what the fuck, unh
check it here, peep the four-man transaction
Phife diggy Dawg, we on some tart short mackin'
you know my steez, there's no time for relaxin'
word to Reggie, yo it's time for some action
girl swing yo' ass, I can feel you climaxin'
don't even front, you know you wanna make it happen
yo Busta-bust, do you hear violator faxin'
eighty g's for one show, that's satisfaction
now which mc feel like he's fuckin' with this here
word to Queens, I keep shit hot like a canish, yeah
Malik is back, I'm here to make you look foolish
my rep is niggas in the afro-one coolage
remember white shadow, my clicks stay sharper than an arrow
plus in Trinidad I'm treated like the mighty sparrow
freestylin' son, like there was no tommorrow
hence the reason why y'all bug cats all love to follow
two different toasters in your chest will make your shit hollow
how's about them apples, oh is it too hard to swallow
push your wi
The Big Dream Lyrics
So giving all the love you have Never be afraid to show your heart So giving all the love you have There is a special reason A special reason... In the big dream We are heroes We are dreamers Of the big dream Someone told me There are brothers Live forever In the big sky Just hear your voice Sing all the songs of the earth Nothing can come between us You're a brother of mine Sing out your sisters All the dreams of the world Nothing can come between us We are
g back, word to Big Moot and Bolo So giving all the love you have Never be afraid to show your heart So giving all the love you have There is a special reason A special reason... In the big dream We are heroes We are dreamers Of the big dream Someone told me There are brothers Live forever In the big sky Just hear your voice Sing all the songs of the earth Nothing can come between us You're a brother of mine Sing out your sisters All the dreams of the world Nothing can come between us We are
Billy Razor, Fudge Lover, on down to Shine Lightro
yo pussy take this mic from this pussy, make 'em run it
five-foot invasion son, you can't run from it
[Busta] yo Reggie Noble
[Redman] blow, yo Phife diggy
[Phife] what up
[Busta] yo yo Kamal it's your time to step up
[Q-Tip]
check it out
the original shit, we makin' it
takin' it to the extremes
we breakin' it
when we get inside a zone
nig, you thought that it's good
all you jelly cats stop marinatin' my wood
niggas grab the mic with loads of malarky
I braid the knowledge and will the anarchy
put it on poo-putz who's unsettled with ignorance
give the last sentence with pointence and dilagence
eighteen wheelin' through niggas like truckers
breakin' ankles, put it on like we at the ruckus
gauranteein' that shorty can move it around
in the place that gets you hot but leaves you here on the ground
contenders, don't you even think to challenge the crown
of these brothers who so elequently hold the beat
The First Damned Lyrics
i in the abyss on the ruins of my dreams my burnt world god treads on the cinders envy and revenge two sisters i am their brother is it my fault that i am a human being? i wont forget how the wind was blowing in your gardens i was your knight i was a traitor i, created to die, to fall into the abyss my existence for you to have your flower your gardens grow on my soul the roots of your trees draw juice from my blood and yield fruit from my wounds your world comes from my pain my wandering your triumph my cry for you to e
down i in the abyss on the ruins of my dreams my burnt world god treads on the cinders envy and revenge two sisters i am their brother is it my fault that i am a human being? i wont forget how the wind was blowing in your gardens i was your knight i was a traitor i, created to die, to fall into the abyss my existence for you to have your flower your gardens grow on my soul the roots of your trees draw juice from my blood and yield fruit from my wounds your world comes from my pain my wandering your triumph my cry for you to e
the wigama roll, we buy a fort and control
we the musical equation of the whole entire nation
[Q-Tip] yo Phife Dawg
[Phife] yes Kamal
[Q-Tip] Busta-bust
[Busta] what up
[Q-Tip] yo Reggie Noble yo it's time to step up
[Redman]
yo yo, I'm just an ill nigga
don't got it all up stairs
ridin' (steez) get the (meat)
til they come in pairs
oh yeah, throw the goggles on these engineers
cause it might get kinda wet when I spit this here
yo, I'm six-foot-one with a big ass gun
to carry it you'd need a waistline the size of Big Pun
but I move crowds without a gun
like if the New York state lottery's ninety nine million
yo, when it's time to flow I suprise and blow
five hundred thousand units off a dimaond trow
forty below, I'm thawn when it's time throw
the caboose, I'm even hard to be touched by a massouse
whoo-whoo
funk doc gets the money
and best beleive I went through more trees than Sonny
me, Kamal, Busta-bust, Phife Dawg
shit (all you brothers) get lysol