Busta Rhymes | Lyrics | Take It Off, Pt. 2

Yeah, come f*** wit us
Yeah, y'all know what to do to this s***
Yeah, streets
We 'bout to do it again

We 'bout to do it again
We 'bout to do it again, niggaz
I hope y'all ready
Check it, check it, c'mon

Check out the technique
C'mon, spit flow and bag up the next freaks
Soldier wit a quicker ho that live on the next street
Over playa then do this s*** again next week

Gettin' this paper, phat chicks up in the next jeep
Probably listen closer if you let the chick speak
I keep fire 'cause niggaz respect heat
Look, I spit fire then come up the best beats

I said, I pull the spot from here way down on South Beach major
Globalize, then blow down a South East ager
Check it, banana yellow G wagon for the whole saggin'
Feel the fox mink draggin' on the floor, watch it

You really need to stop
Just copped the rob blueberry Lamborghini drop
C'mon, stay struntin' with the mini bop
Niggaz know when we step in the place, the whole city stop

Better tell 'em if they ain't know, put 'em on shorty
(We know how you be doin' it, baby)
How we be doin' it, baby?
(We know how you be takin' it off)

How we take it from 'em?
(We know how you be killin' 'em, baby)
How we killin' 'em, c'mon?
(We know how you be ready to ball)

You know we ready to do it
(We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)
Make 'em crazy now, c'mon
(We know how you be breakin' it off)

You know we breakin' it off, let's go
(So come and get it down for me, baby)
Put it down now
(And make it hot 'til they take it off)

This is a shake down
Weakin' your whole s*** 'til it break down
Speak to the whole clique 'til we take down, dudes
Put the heat to 'em make them put the cake down, dude

Scrape down food, niggaz stay hungry 'til the s*** is over
Spit and make the tape sound rude
Niggaz get screwed, see they ain't really worth not a thing
But only gettin' on the stage to get booed

Kennedy loft hos mackin' at the top of the Trump Towers
Rockin' fly Versace, cherry cloth robes
Like ghostface the most ready just for the glow
Showcase the most, them niggaz sure to blow

No waste a time, you know we sure to grow
I'm sayin' no place a mine, is for them corny hos
C'mon, with all this paper and the s*** we copin'
We keepin' it gully and know we always keep it poppin'

Better tell 'em if they ain't know, put 'em on shorty
(We know how you be doin' it, baby)
How we be doin' it, baby?
(We know how you be takin' it off)

How we take it from 'em?
(We know how you be killin' 'em, baby)
How we killin' 'em, c'mon?
(We know how you be ready to ball)

You know we ready to do it
(We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)
Make 'em crazy now, c'mon
(We know how you be breakin' it off)

You know we breakin' it off, let's go
(So come and get it down for me, baby)
Put it down now
(And make it hot 'til they take it off)

Get that money, come f*** wit us
Hands in the sky, keep on livin'
Do your own thing
All my people holla and let me hear ya reply

Say, take it off
(Take it off)
Say, take it off
(You better it off)

Say, take it off
(Take it off)
Say, take it off
(Better it off)

C'mon baby, c'mon, we hold a rock boy
The way we on fire call a nigga hot boy
We raise the level to we blow the spot boy
And watch the water boil and spill over the pot boy

Listen, I hope you know you need to stop boy
Frontin' and tryin' be somethin' you not boy
Listen again we keep on bangin' and pissin' 'em off
Spazzin' on niggaz until we silence or finish 'em off

Better tell 'em if they ain't know, put 'em on shorty
(We know how you be doin' it, baby)
How we be doin' it, baby?
(We know how you be takin' it off)

How we take it from 'em?
(We know how you be killin' 'em, baby)
How we killin' 'em, c'mon?
(We know how you be ready to ball)

You know we ready to do it
(We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)
Make 'em crazy now, c'mon
(We know how you be breakin' it off)

You know we breakin' it off, let's go
(So come and get it down for me baby)
Put it down now
(And make it hot 'til they take it off)

Yeah
Wait, wait, wait hold on
Come on let me put it right here
What you doin'? What you doin'?

Hold on, hold on, wait, wait, wait, got a rubber?
I don't need no rubber, you look clean
What the f*** you ain't go no pimples or nothin'
Na, na, you ain't runnin' up in here without no jimmy

Ah, you f*****' actin' like that
You better find one
Aight so, aight so, hold on, hold on, don't yo
Just stay, just like that, don't even, just stay

I'm not leavin'
Aight cool, hold on, hold on
I knew, I had a condom what the f*** man
Where the f*** is a condom when you need one?

It is I, Trojan Man
Oh s***, oh thank God it's you, you got a condom man?
No, I only have one trick cover left and my hormones are risin'
And I want your b**** to taste it
Trojan Man

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