Reek Da Villian - Don't Touch Me (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Busta Rhymes] This is a national security alert (Remix. Remix. Remix.) Ground Music. Flip mode. Aftermath. Here we go. (Remix Remix. Remix.) [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Real talk word to mother it be the gutter brother Back with another banger to set off the summer Better get up and come a-round cause the way our sh** will be cloggin up the toilet You probably should call the plumber You n***as get dumb and dumber thinkin you can come around and test me Like these other n***as well pick a number I''m sayin you should never ever think that you better n***a Get it together and body your sh** since mommy named me Trevor Stellar the way I give a hell of a performance and get a Reaction I attract all the people to come together Whether n***as realize it or not oppose a letter Just let a fella think what it wouldn't make him rememeber that When I'm in the buildin it's cool for you to rest in Remember I'm too hot to touch kid Curious, my fire burnin n***as serious I gift wrapped the flame and give it to n***as, here it is See through motherf**ers, we'll never be equal I'll banish and make 'em vanish and do it for (the people) I be the baddest see when I spit I become the maddest And k** 'em until the blood'll (seep through) Front if you want but you know who the top biller Bounce while I'm k**ing the strut and walk with a bop k**er [Hook: Busta Rhymes] So don't touch me n***a (You might burn yourself) Don't touch me n***a (You might burn yourself) We got 'em hot in this b**h (So throw the water on 'em) We got 'em hot in this b**h (So throw the water on 'em) Here we go [Verse 2: Reek Da Villian] R-double E-K, D-A Villian I'll pull a grip out of this waist and splatter ya face When the cali' blow, you'll get a face shot like a cameo Rob the man and leave his a** naked like he D'Angelo Bet I'll let a pistol dismiss you if it's a issue Of a tissue that money'll get you clapped quick (come on) Turn a wimp past wittle to a gym cla** hero When my AR13'll make 'em backflip (come on) [Verse 3: Spliff Star] I'm a BK felon I'll run you down with a weapon My goonies get looney anytime that I tell 'em Dead 'em, I walk around with stacks in my denim With fast foreign cars with the gator skin in 'em Now I got pretty women all around the world If I been in your city probably pound your girl Had her stretched out swimmin in the pool with her breast out Send her back home set to fire the s** out [Hook] [Verse 4: The Game] Motherf**er, it's FLIP-MODE, when I come up in the club Throwin up a dub, liftin up a snub Flipmode be stars, you know who the f** we are Used to be fishscales, now we f** with caviar Eatin on supreme sh**, at the round table On some cream sh**, like I grew up in Queensbridge I talk reckless, the whole world know My style is C4 and I'm ABOUT TO BLOW {*explosion*} So don't get close, we'll touch ya ribs And come bust lil' brother with the stick-up kids Like, "Shh Take off the watch" "Shhhhh Take off the watch" "Shhhhh Take off the watch" They said Game in the club with a big a** Glock Like boom, guess who stepped in the room LAX comin' through, JFK real soon [Hook] [Verse 5: Lil Wayne] Jump on the track like Michael Jeffrey Even the referee say I need an ESPY Award just applaud I'm a boar with a broad I go hard and my leather so soft and I cough And the board of health say the boy need help I am so hot the AM just melt All aboard, all aboard black card no fraud I'm an extension cord I'm a lightning rod I'm a lion roar, I'm a dinosaur I'm a sinus minus the nose I'm a cold I'm raw than a temperature rose to five and Two o's that's 500 degrees for those who know My fire's higher than a liars, we don't burn rubber, we burn tires We riders, residers, we live in The Carter Wayne is a flame that could live in the water Ok now let's get it straight, either you bait Or the mate either way you on my plate gettin ate After grace, if you taste like base, snares and tenors be my dinner I'm hotter in the winter, burn like sinners, turn like spinners I swear I'll put ya in the urn by your picture Boy we ain't playin Weezy baby, he the man Hotter than the Peter Pan to a wet bare hand [Hook] [Verse 6: Nas] Man, listen I spot a square dude from a distance Through the tinted Maybach curtain in partition Nip Tuck n***as, I could never f** with 'em Or pa** the blunt with 'em, let the guns hit 'em Bring fire, frizzy hair for perspire You ain't a rider, pa'tna I'm a crippler Crutch giver, hospitalizer, hottest whip driver Keep on my hip, the biggest life or d**h decider I ain't a rapper or an activist I'm badder I used to run from a cracker named Lieutenant Casper No black leather jackets or black berrets Like my old days, like I stepped from a Vogue page And none of y'all cop what I cop Forget your excuse if the music ain't hot Where the Range? Where the drops? Y'all never got hoes See you on the club, wrist never on froze [Hook] [Verse 7: Big Daddy Kane] Busta Bus pick me up in the Coupe to come bubble through This is routine kid it ain't nothin new You bring trouble to me the untouchable Make me have to bring in the troops like George W I'll scorch you somethin awful when I fall through Of course the raw to be when you could put a broad to Better bring with you your fire extinguisher Listen I love static and I'm ready to cling to ya (OK!) Kid I made it from magazine pages to big stages How I made this through all the different ages Thinkin you do it like this is outrageous Yeah I'm sick with it but it's not contageous Your hottest thing to me, not a thing Every night my crib is like the Bada Bing So make sure that you youngin's got it right Kane's who's the f**in rock stars party like (You heard) [Hook]