Last Night Lyrics by Flipmode Squad

Last Night Lyrics

    (busta rhymes)(chorus)
    Comin in the dance last night(uh hum)
    Busta boy fear last night(uh oh)
    Me couldn't find me nine(um hum)
    So me go, pull out me knife(so me say)
    (repeat 2'x)

    (spilff star)
    A lot of brothers don't like me
    Screw me when the site me
    Pop a lot of shit, but they scared to death to fight me
    See me on the stage wit bust on some rap shit
    They see me in the club wit bust on some lap shit
    Befrore this rap shit, it was the corner crack shit
    But now i'm on the world on some autograph shit
    Spliff-a-spliff drop the 4 5th round the waiste
    So if you want war, let me deal with the case
    Ain't nothin to it, brother i got the heart to do it
    Blast in, cover the sidewalk wit ya fluid
    Ya niggas stupid, ya got brains, brother use it
    Ain't nithin gonna stop my black ass, from gettin cash
    On the real, that's how deeply i feel
    A born again hooligan, hungry for this meal
    Got the iced- out platinum rings that you wanna steal
    Come get it, watch ya whole shit get wetted
    Street colonel cat, got enough cats to set it
    So if you ain't doin shit , ya niggas need to dead it
    Watchin my money, it cost bullets in ya tummy
    It's all ral here, there ain't no fear here
    You mess around here, you catch ya death here
    I mean it, you could front, but you believe it
    Nigga guard your life before i turn around and steal it
    Look into my eyes and analyze what you deal wit
    If i can't find you, i take it out on who you be wit
    Type of bitch nigga i would never smoke a tree wit

    (busta rhymes)(chorus)
    Repeat 2's

    (busta rhymes)
    Nowadays we blow like smoke out the exhaust
    Contamenatin smoke still makin me cough
    I mean we bout to turn this wak shit off
    Wak niggas is sick wit the flu sippin chicken broth
    Now here's another winnin ripoff
    Gettin money, eatin fine cuisine like buttered shrimp and rice pilaf
    Stay heavily armed, alakun salom
    Watch you bitch ass suffer til you got to beg for ya moms
    Now turn the truck on, get ya fuck on, got you stuck on
    Stupid right between yo legs, get yo suck on
    Drink bottles, treat niggas like gus d'amoto
    Eat avacado, soon to go purchase a white diablo
    Niggas know my motto, lets get money, macho camacho
    Applaud another rapper, lets go collect the nacho
    Oh shit, hope you don't slip, another murder commit
    The episode comin on teen summit
    Little corny nigga talk too quick, think he slick
    Throwin a brick, yappin off, lyin on his dick
    Too late, you'll be the type o' nigga that i love to hate
    Brutally bust ya shit like a nigga turned primate
    Time of the year, feel great, clean slate
    Throw a nickle plate, property shoppin to but a landscape
    How they say street niggas 'ill never have
    Now we possess the 5s wit the cherry red nav
    Doin things like signin graffiti on autograph
    Gettin so much money staff calculate the math
    Laugh you know the half, eyin in the stash
    Mediatin watch the wind blow the blunt ash
    You had a blast , now how long you gonna last
    Ice grillin for nothing, you make yoself ass
    Brace yoself one more time, know what i mean dun
    Violate cross the foul line, it be yo last one

    (chorus til end)

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