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 - Rakheim Meyer
 - Leroy Jones
 - Rashia Fisher
 - Trevor Smith
 - W. Lewis
 - R. Mcnair
 - J. Smith
 
- Жанры:
 - 90s
 
- Теги:
 - brooklyn
 - east coast rap
 - new york city
 - nyc
 
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Busta Rhymes - Текст песни Match The Name With The Voice
Greatness
 Aiy y'all, turn the beat up just a little bit louder
 Truck volume
 We 'bout to play a lil' game, match the name with the voice
 SO when you pick your favorite MC you makin' the right choice
 SO WHO ARE YOU?
 Baby Sham, I'm known for the crud
 First night pops off with a couple of slugs
AND HOW YOU DOIN'?
 You see what I'm workin' wit', it's beyond rap
 Stick to the fact, that chapped lips get convexed
 Palm that, look where the arm's at, nigga need to launch that
 Now tell me what the problem be, is that I'm scorching dem
 To flood these streets, hot not partially, cock back the toast
 Put your heart for free, so what it feels like to hear me crushin' a beat
SO WHO ARE YOU?
 The illest broad Digga, reppin' Brick City
 If I'm lying may the Lord come strike my left tittie
AND HOW YOU DOIN''?
 Undisputed metaphor rap queen, always cookin' up some shit
 Like mom's a crack fiend, so what's the word
 Strike a nerve when I'm speakin'
 Any MC whether black or white, or Puertoriquan
 I'm the big dog, you just a cat stuck in a tree
 Not one of y'all cocksuckers fuckin' wit me
 SO WHO ARE WE? (Flipmode)
 Got you gaspin' for air, hot shit muthafuckas
 Throw your hands in the air
 WATCH HOW WE DO IT
 How we rep and yo we solemnly swear
 To put it down until it's over and our time is up here
 SO WHO ARE YOU?
 Rampage, new tenant, pack big still
 Fuck what ya heard, I'm ready to kill
AND HOW YOU DOIN'?
 Day criminal, street thug material
 Flipmode Imperial, top breakin' officer
 Fuck around we warnin' ya, 21 gun salute
 6 official comrades, ain't afraid to shoot
 Niggas see us, we got them shakin' in they boots
 Flipmode, the streets, bigger than Bayroots
SO WHO ARE YOU?
 Yeah, Spliff Starr, cunt-crusher, gun-busta
 Hard-to-toucha, one bad muthafucka
AND HOW YOU DOIN'?
 Gangsta bitch, deadly like cancerous
 I bring it where your parents live, show you what your status is
 Steam-boil your cabbages, I can't take y'all nigaz faggotness
 You about to die, show him where his casket is
 You wanted beans, I had your hood under siege
 Guns get squeezed, and bullets hit your knees
SO WHO ARE YOU?
 Bus-A-Bus now, somethin' fo' sho'
 Keep 'em whilin' till somebody's left a leak on the flo'
AND HOW YOU DOIN'?
 We've been awaitin' the God, to make an under novel entry
 Controllin' everything in the yard
 Rugged like General Custard it seems
 How we crush grapefruit, niggaz, and make a mustard out of your team
 You know we hotter than the 4th of JulyBusta Rhymes - Match The Name With The Voice - http://ru.motolyrics.com/busta-rhymes/match-the-name-with-the-voice-lyrics.html
 So sit back and watch the fireworks show light up my name the sky
 SO WHO ARE WE? (Flipmode)
 Got you gaspin' for air, hot shit muthafuckas
 Throw your hands in the air
 SO HOW ARE WE DOING
 WATCH HOW WE DO IT
 How we rep and yo we solemnly swear
 To put it down until it's over and our time is up here
 SO WHO ARE WE? (Flipmode)
 Got you gaspin' for air, hot shit muthafuckas
 Throw your hands in the air
 WATCH HOW WE DO IT
 How we rep and yo we solemnly swear
 To put it down until it's over and our time is up here
 SO WHO ARE YOU?
 You better be fucking me like a nigger that ain't had no pussy in twenty years
 All that shit that you was poppin' in the motherfucking club
 Look at you tiered drunk ass
 Shut the fuck up bitch and just drive
 Shut the fuck up
 Yea, a'ight, play yourself
 See if you won't be on the street like your friends nigger
 How much of this
 Ok, hello
 Ok, you can wake the fuck up now nigger
 Shit
 What the fuck
 Fuck is wrong with you?
 Were we at bitch?
 We're at my motherfucking house
 Get the fuck out
 Ok, I fucking stand, I get out the car, fuck
 You know, I can't even believe I brought this nigger back to my fucking crib
 Get the fuck out
 What the fuck is up with you?
 What the fuck
 Bitch
 You were talking all that shit at the club
 Get your shit together so we can fuck
 Alright nigger, what you're gonna do now?
 Are we fucking or what?
 Witch way you wan' it, I can take it any way
 Are we fucking?
 Shut the fuck up and take your draws off
 I'm takin' 'em off now
 What's up?
 What's that, your dick?
 Feel a dick that's gonna make your pussy hurt, animal dick
 Damn, fuck me
 Exactly, fuck me
 Damn nigger
 What the fuck?
 What the fuck is wrong with you?
 YO, Oh my god no
 Oh you didn't motherfucker
 I know you did not
 Oh no, you're throwing up on the bed
 Oh nigger I brought you home to fuck, you are throwing up on the fucking bitch
 I don't get down like this
 This type of shit is ridiculous
 You're supposed to be fucking the hoe
 All that shit you was talking
 Get the fuck up off of me
 Get off, seriously, get the fuck, seriously, get the fuck off
 Ah, ah, oh no, no nigger you fucking sleeping
 What the fuck is wrong with you nigger
 You're a fucking derelict
 You street, used to nothing, havin' motherfucker
 I bring you back to my shit and this is what the fuck you do
 How the fuck you're playing yourself out like this nigger, hà?
 I'm telling everybody on the fucking street
 You can't fuck
 You can't eat no pussy
 You're throwing the fuck up
 You're sleeping like a fucking baby
 You is a tiered broke ass bitch motherfucker













