Wanksta (remix) Lyrics

Wanksta (remix) lyrics

[Intro: Busta Rhymes]

Yeah.. it's a problem, Flipmode nigga

We on
the highest temperature level of the fucking pressure cooker

Blowing
niggas tops, what?

Flipmode up in this bitch, The Rulership Movement
nigga

Check it, let me talk, check it, check it



[Busta
Rhymes]

There's only one God sonny, and there ain't no replacement

And anybody thinkin different jus get locked in the basement

You know
we had to touch the beat cuz the track is dope, nigga

And throw some
bullet's at you the size of cantaloupes, nigga

A lotta niggas rollin
around like they can't get touched

Even the pope know to stay in bullet
proof Benz trucks

Flipmode up in this bitch, ya niggas know we on fire

We hang niggas like old sneakers from telephone wires



[Rampage]

Puerto Rican mami's call me Papi

Cuz they see me in
the hood, poppin wheelies on my Kawasaki

Yo they can't stop me, Ramp yo,
I'm kinda cocky

I'll break your fucking ribs like I'm playing ice
hockey

Bigger than life, extort the game, critically acclaimed

Smack you in your face with my chain

Now I'm ready to go to war like
Saddam Hussein

Everybody in the industry know my squad's name



[Chorus 1: Busta Rhymes]

Yo we jus an idiot, and we here to merge
somethin

You know what chu dealing with, you know we here to hurt
somethin

So stop with the stupid shit, cuz it ain't even worth frontin

Hope you know that you could really end up in the earth cuzin



[50 Cent]

We do this all the time, right now we on the grind 

So
hurry up and cop and go selling nicks and dimes 

Shorty she's so fine, I
gotta make her mine 

A ass like dat gotta be one of a kind 

I crush
'em every time, punch 'em with every line 

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