Hot Fudge Lyrics by Busta Rhymes

Hot Fudge Lyrics

    Yo, I rearrange your wholesome change
    Complicate your vision and make the world look strange
    Try to remain calm but yet you still feel perspiration
    Drip from the top of your lip - losing concentration
    Don't you try to front like we got some type affiliation
    Bought yourself a piece you shit to try and avoid the confrontation
    Fear me, it's in your bloodstream feel the circulation
    Permenantly trife and affecting life like ammunisation
    Oh shit, I've got you feeling nervous on purpose (Ha!)
    I love bring that shit right at you - door to door service
    Instantaneous, you will still get your shit bust (Bust)
    Only spontaneous, all that shit talk is miscellaneous
    You be rolling shady we gonn' establish all the shadyist
    Yet all of my black peoples be the most craziest
    Numerals of funerals every day
    When I take a closer look of all my niggas around my way (Ha!)
    Ha, yeah, I love to dig from deep within
    Making your head spin

    Hot Fudge coming on in good lord
    Hot Fudge coming on in good lord
    Hot Fudge coming on in good lord
    Hot Fudge...

    Da Da Do Dee Da Do Da De Do Da Da Ohh Ohh Ohh
    Do Da Do Dee Da Do Da De Do Da Da Oww Oww Oww

    Aeiyo, you look like my man, y'all look similiar
    Alibis that niggas trying use like we familiar
    Fuck that! You really need to check your criteria
    Violating the world, annihilate your whole area
    Been in this too long to allow niggas to try to take mine
    23 years deep and I still exist as BUSTA RHYMES!
    Aeiyo, I'm in this to win this, gets down to handle my buisiness
    While I be Busta Rhymes you still be whoever your name is
    In my past life the world felt my mega blast
    Now in my present life I'ma still bust your fucking ass
    Yo, it's been predicted, ever since I was a child
    Getting addicted to candy bars I was still wicked
    Drop jewels on many fools while my niggas pack tools
    In '89 when we signed this Leaders Of The New School
    Four, lyrical Schwarzeneggers rolling like commanders
    Wrecking shit, hit after hit, while we set the standards
    Back then came leaders of the 'New it was like a dream come true
    You could scream on the mic and do what you gotta do
    In the meantime I show improved and stick my lagoon theory
    Scream at the top of my lungs until you fuckers hear me
    Yo, I love to dig from deep within
    Making your head spin

    Hot Fudge coming on in good lord
    Hot Fudge coming on in good lord
    Hot Fudge coming on in good lord
    Hot Fudge coming

    Da Da Do Dee Da Do Da De Do Da Da Ohh Ohh Ohh
    Do Da Do Dee Da Do Da De Do Da Da Oww Oww Oww
    Da Da Do Dee Da Do Da Ohh Ohh Ohh
    Do Da Do Dee Da Do Da Oww Oww Oww

    Numerals of funerals everyday (repeat 12X)

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