Busta Rhymes – Get Out

(Busta)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (get out)

Such a remarkable sound (get out)

Yeah, such a remarkable sound (get out of here)

Flipmode get down now

Yeah check it out, such a remarkable sound (get out of here)

Busta Rhymes comin through get down (get out, get out)

What the deal now (get out of here)

Yeah, yeah

(Verse 1)

Are you ready to get on? (Who, me?)

I cause such a reaction makin all my people go (Ooh-wee!)

Just like a group of happy children

Yo its such a feelin

To see all of my live ballers (Carry on now)

Oh see how I be gettin so passionate

I get a real eagle and I bust my shit off by accident

The God bless glory

Success story

Whiteboy better but a stash up in my armrest for me

The way I blow shit up its like a bomb threat for me

I gotta blast and demolish everything before me

I throw your shit in the back now

You’re wack now

And ain’t no kind of turnin back now

So relentless

I won’t even let you fools finish a freakin sentence

Call for my people like a school attendance

And then I strike with a triflin vengeance

Reppin like a winner

And do away with every last one of you wack niggas

(Chorus)

So (Get out)

If you’s a fake just (Get out)

You need to just (Get out of here)

Police you try to close the club (Get out)

You really should (Get out)

You need to just (Get out of here)

Chick if you ain’t got your own dough (Get out)

You need to just (Get out)

You really should (Get out of here)

If you frontin like you really live (Get out)

And you know you not (Get out)

You need to just (Get out of here)

(Verse 2)

The one world alliance

Flipmode the most reliant for the thorough guidance

On how to get most of this money like a secret science

Only the live soldiers allowed there’s nothin you can do

Frontin with your crew while you talkin to corny chickens too

Nevertheless address the cheddar for the treasure chest

So bless the spot before the thugs close chest

One time

I hope yall know just what the motherfuck your dealin with

Got so much platinum for this beat you thought I was a silversmith

We phat now so look at how we brought it back now

We made it possible for streets to hold a stat now

And become the wealthiest, healthiest

And bring the fire that will reach about 1000 degrees celsius

Hold on, bank this money, better roll on

Or sing a broke folk song I’ll be for so long

Paid with a big brim hat just like a lampshade with bells

Wylin in the truck, the choice to roll with me

We be them new millennium prime time niggas

Walk the fine line niggas, sippin fine wine niggas

Now, if you cross the line we fuck around and blind niggas

With so much press it’s like we did the illest crime niggas

What? You know I’m like a loco man, noble man

Turned global man, rippin bicoastal like a postal man

And when we come you know we came to get it

And what you need to do is BOUNCE if you aint rollin with it!

(Chorus)

So (get out)

If you be frontin just (get out)

You need to just (get out of here)

Police you tryin to close the club (get out)

You really should (get out)

PLEASE just (get out of here)

Chick if you ain’t got your own dough (get out)

You need to just (get out)

You really should (get out of here)

And if you frontin like you really LIVE (get out)

And you know you’re not (get out)

You really should (get out of here)

Get out, get out, get out of here

(Repeat x 4)