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Busta Rhymes - Текст песни What My Niggas Want
[Cam'ron]
 You the type to say I rap, I rhyme, look I freestyle
 Rap is played out ain't shit here for free child
 Me and Chris Lighty checks is what we see child
 Ice won't get you sea sick bitch, it get you c now
 Diplomat treat you like a beer bottle twist your cap
 Hustler shit, you never sold a bit of crack
 Chain you might get it snatched, down to the latch
 Since I went to get it back yo what type of shit is that
 Picture that, wrist is rapped 37 blunted
 How many diamonds you got on? Shit 37 hundred
 I'm stunting pissy popping by the bottle
 Got nothing under the trench and I'm not from Colorado
 Your acting a little like your rapping to riddles
 Got Harlem looking like we a pack of skittles
 I'm a tyko fanatic, phsyco sematic,
 Type blow ?gamatic?, life go dramatic
 Hydro's a habit bitch
 [Busta Rhymes](chorus)
 All my niggas who's ready to ride niggas, what what
 All my soldiers and my living foul niggas, what what
 Money niggas, what what, thug niggas, what what,
 Grimy niggas, whatwhat,
 Big gun niggas, what whatBusta Rhymes - What My Niggas Want - http://ru.motolyrics.com/busta-rhymes/what-my-niggas-want-lyrics.html
 All my bitches that's ready to wild with me, what what
 And fuck a hole away in the ground with me, what what
 Money bitches, what what, thug bitches, what what,
 Corporate bitches, what what
 All the above bitches
 [Cam'ron]
 Imagine a ho kissing me, a ho dissing me
 No I can't have that, not from rottisearre
 Roglissere, Gators so slippery
 Best affiliated with the movie misery
 I make you kids learn, when your car gone,
 Crib burned, Jim Jones shit permed like big Ern
 And you speak that gang gang slang,
 Gun like pop from BoomerangBang Bang Bang
 That girl looking, you packing a whore,
 Slapping a whore, foot sweppers slacking the door
 Laughing for sure, yeah that shit happend before
 Bitch flurting with me, her man tapping the jaw
 What I'm drunk about, what I smoke skunk about
 Hope you make it to that year Prince sung about
 All these years dripping and ducking
 Stay with birds the ones I was flipping and fucking
 Ya heard
 (chorus)










