Busta Rhymes - Simon Says (Remix) lyrics

[Hook: Pharoahe Monch] Get the f** up! Simon says get the f** up! Throw ya hands in the sky (Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo!) Queens is in the back sipping 'gnac, y'all wa**up? Girls, rub on your titties (yeah) Yeah f** it I said it rub on ya titties New York City gritty committee, pity the fool that act sh**ty In the midst of the calm, the witty [Verse 1: Lady Luck] Yo shut the f** up! Luck said shut the f** up! b**hes in the back, like crack get it cut up I speak on behalf of them broads you call stuck up Act like a man and get co*ked, smacked or f**ed up Pull the truck up, Luck you know the name Ass out in the bleachers stay sh**tin' on the game I suppose what you're spittin' is flames, cowards Knew your crew was vaginal, I could smell the dooch powder Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real [Verse 2: Pharoahe Monch] What the f**'s goin' on here, just a minute now, hold up Sinister wit hit the time I diminish him finish him, roll up When I'm - in a, cinematography state of mind My rap trip, rip, flip, clip, say the rhyme sh**, I spectacular run hit spit b**hes vernacular Miraculous rhyme flow, back track to the Immaculate Binaca blast n***a that's fast, son I'll out-box ya Ladies rub the ta-ta's, bras, titties and knockers on the floor Owww! Fellas pull ya co*k out On the verge to splurge verbs for third round knock out Uh I bust a rhyme that dust frustrated rappers Dust crush competition, lights out like the Clapper The mic ripper, whip a n***a like a slave Separate him from him from his fam He don't know how to behave now Drag his a**, bag dun for his loot Figure me to give a n***a-y twenty-one gun salute That's seven shots for 2pac Seven for Biggie Smalls Seven for Freaky Tah up in your neighborhood malls How's that Fat action packed rap remain tame Pharoahe f**in' Monch, ain't a damn thing changed [Verse 3: Redman] Yo yo get the f** up! Funk Doctor Spock said get the f** up! I got a b**h named Nina and I tuck her I leave a n***a hangin' like ya mom's muffler Snuff her, then my boys follow up Respect like The Fonz, you see the collar up I spit out a bullet, load the barrel up I kamikaze your town off a Arab bus Karat cut, yeah mami pull over I bend your p**y like for years I knew yoga I'm too smoked up, I can't remember me Off Hennesy, that's why I carry Mini-Me I need fifty feet when my performance starts I push an armored car wit (?) Nineteen inches, I'm not on the charts Doc turnin' dark off a warnin' shot Drive off and pop, six in your hood [Monche]: f** the limelight, we rhyme tight, plus snatch the goods [Redman]: Yea-yeah my n***a, one rhyme and you fold over I'm hot-headed cause I walk with cold shoulders [Hook: Pharoahe Monch and Redman] Yeah get the f** up! Simon Says get the f** up! Throw ya hands in the sky (Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo!) Jersey in the back, jackin' cars, now wa**up? Girls, rub on ya titties (Yeah) That's right I said it, rub on ya titties Brick City, gritty committee, pity the fool that act sh**ty In the midst of the calm, the witty [Verse 4: Method Man] Yo yo get the f** up! Yo yeah I said it, get the f** up! Walk through Shaolin after dark, you get stuck up Seek and destroy, baddest boy when I'm puffed up Ya know my name, and Pharoahe Monch, why we came what? We off the chain, plus we plottin on the game, what? Know your role, by the way: tuck your gold And you and your mic can ease on down the road a**holes are like opinions, everybody got to have one Shootin' in the sky tryin' to blast sun Zero to sixty in a second, pull a fast one Fifty cent flashin' they hate us with a pa**ion Mashin', still fresh in three-day old fashion Your plaid, I'm stripes, together we be clashin' Here's a Tunnel banger Wu-Tang d**h penalty, the gas chamber This gon' hurt me more than it hurts you Slap you like the doctor the day your momma birthed you Just so you can feel me The same way I'ma feel this world when it k** me Even if time stands still, I'ma still be Underground and filthy, gotta have our Way like the Milky Innocent until I'm proven guilty Never got caught in the game of tag Momma never kept a boyfriend with kids this bad No justice, raider ruckus Underground 'til we under ground But y'all first motherf**ers [Verse 5: Shabaam Sahdeeq] My thugs, throw up ya set And shorties rub on ya breasts Get the f** up outta that dress, I palm tits You herbs get flipped like jeeps on mountain cliffs I'll rip through your chest, hollow-point talon tips Double-S, double the threat, double your bet Double up on that cash if you decide to invest You sound like Big, you sound like Jay You sound like D And I bet, when I go plat, you'll sound like me Shabaam Sahdeeq, injure your fleet instant delete Y'all crabs are weak, frail like a fiend's physique I stay on the street, stay on the beat, stay with the heat Stay stickin' fools like you for the rocks that gleam So toss that link, dummy, shoulda insured that link Straight to Can*l appraise that link, then pawn that link You froze up Sahdeeq says shut the f** up Punk n***as get gun-bu*t up and tied up [Verse 6: Busta Rhymes] Busta Rhymes is like Hacksaw Jim Duggan Been thuggin' Lovin' the way we flood j**els for nothin' Lay it over, another ambush and take over Yo we don't only get money, we cut the coke and cook the shake over You better guard your head right, especially if it's late at night Or find your picture of your autoposy up on the web site Yo, if you ever violate my space f** a fat lip, I'll leave you with a f**in' fat face n***a Busta Rhymes the handsome, I'll hold you for ransom and some Like the ghost in a haunted house, I'll forever live in a mansion b**hes, snitches comin' out and you know who's showin' it Like when British civil servants pa** secrets to the Soviets Y'all n***as is seamless blends of seamless friends Live on about (?) on a bunch of seamless ends Colossal, me and my n***a Pharoahe Moncho The head honchos, gettin' this money like Leonardo (Do-Do-Do-Do...) Enough substance in the roughness Now watch it come around in an amazing large abundance Now let me clear the smoke screen you blow fiend Live n***a sh** that'll rebuild your whole self-esteem Pledge allegiance to the flag of united live n***as of America Let us control and own the f**in' area Wildin' in your whip until you crash the whole truck up And if you know what's good for you n***a you better get the f** up