DJ Scratch - Bully Foot lyrics

[Busta Rhymes] Yeah yeah yeah yeah my name is, Bust-Down-Some'n Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm And I am alongside, Alkaholiks-In-Some'n Mmhmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm sh** feel good n***a, what the f** y'all want? Mhmmm-mmm.. Let me feel on some b**hes, with this bully foot rap Now, every-time-I-give-y'all-sh**-that Blow up the spot, f** what you got And bless and execute strategical plots That's to "Extinction Level Event" these wack n***as offa this block Me and Tha Alkaholiks havin a drink; watchin y'all n***as get sick Holdin ya stomachs 'til you earl in the sink The type of dude I never put in my clicks; because you funny And you be sittin down with your legs crossed like a b**h I be the foul mouth quick to toast y'all, so-called n***as who like to boast we let your bodies float along the coast y'all This very given moment, opponent; n***as like you Ain't allowed up in our circle cause we DON'T condone it We love to microphone it, perhaps What we gon' do instead is give y'all gutter beats and raw SEWAGE raps And for the last thing that I'mma make clear That when we present watch your step when you be COMIN round here [Hook: Busta Rhymes] Every-time-we-give-y'all-sh**-that Blow up the spot (f** what you got, we got) sh** for the East and the South and the West coast We blazin hot (controllin the block, you better) Watch-yo'-head-while-we-bust-somethin To make ya duck (said get down n***a what?) You know We-got-sh**-that-make-y'all-wild-out To bounce in the truck (aiyyo, get with the funk, y'know) [J-Ro] This world's tryin to make me crack, but it still ain't broke me I fall down and just rebound like Charles Oakley Hoes be like all he wanna do is poke me b**h what you think I wanna do, the hokey pokey? Her boyfriend Smokey said he was gonna smoke me Her daddy crazy loc he tried to beat me and choke me And she still want me, keep blowin up my Noki' Tryin to provoke me to fall for okey-dokey Don't quote me boy, cause I ain't said sh** I'm just spittin liquid in the middle of the pit Turn it up a bit, burn it up and hit the bomb I'm iller than Sadaam takin Carrie's mom to the prom Cool and calm, Macken-Ro, Likwid don Bust rounds with Busta Rhymes, then I roll up, one You got ice I got ice, but who nice on these mics? {*scratched: "You motherf**er!"*} [Hook] [Tash] We out for justice so bust this it's Busta and the Alkies n***as wanna know the secret but they just can't get it out me So they talk that sh** about me but to me that's never not They pop that sh** across the room while I down another shot I smoke a hefty bag of doz and black out, and lose composure Close my eyes and throw a bottle (I'm f**in up) this party over I still got that flare so just stare from over there Cause I'm so accurate with guns I put parts in n***as hair So I declare war - Tha Liks, we fierce competitors The feds be checkin fo' us writin letters to these editors like "Tha Liks is veterans - they straight from California We ain't even give a f** when they sprayed that beer on us" like {RRRRAHHH RAARRRAOW} just like a Dungeon Dragon Taggin Tash up on the wall while my pants is saggin Draggin n***as through the mud clear blood all through the club The quickest way to show some love is let a n***a hit your bud [Hook]