We Put It Down For Y`all Lyrics

We Put It Down For Y`all lyrics

Shit is about to get real serious

Busta Rhymes, Flipmode Squad, Swizz Beatz check it out



Yo, it's like tic tac toe

God is back, make bitches say, "Hoe"

Blow shit, roast shit 'n' down in Waco

Big foot raps nigga, let's make dough

Pull up to the lot, valet the Range Rove

Flier than a motherfucker, all day glow

In the club nigga, glow in the dark and lay low

Bang your head to this shit while the beat plays slow

Junior varsity niggas while we play pro

Ringside seats, we all in the same row

Like a crew of bitches pull up in Dodge Durangos

And how we dazzle these bitches with how we change flows

We take your slot, how a bitch take half

And rock chains with pieces the size of spacecrafts

You know what I rep, that's Flipmode Squad

Wildin' like a thousand niggas up in the wreck yard



Callin' all live niggas

Booyah!

Callin' all live bitches

Ooh ooh!

Yes, I hold a pound for y'all

Say what?

Busta Rhymes hold it down for y'all

Get money!

Callin' all live niggas

Booyah!

Callin' all live bitches

Ooh ooh!

Yes, I hold a crown for y'all

Say what?

Flipmode put it down for y'all

Yea, yea!



Yea, yo, the empire strikes back

Shit is official, street niggas fight back

The way we set it off even the bitches might black

Raunchy as fuck, even they like it like that

Busta Rhymes in this bitch, you know, I got another batch

More hotter shit nigga strike another match

Bang this shit in your truck, nigga open up the hatch

And hold on your jewels before your shit get snatched

Better lock your doors, slide across the latch

Before we figure out the next vic to catch

So much lyrics flowin' to throw in a teacup

More crack for y'all, we just reed up

Gutter like a piss test in a pee cup

Switch the bounce for the streets, had to change the speed up

Raw for the bitches who thick and beefed up

Strip a club, big titty bitches double D cup

We all up in the truck, what the fuck, we treed up

Pure coke for niggas, get skeed up

Let me bang somethin' hard on your head like Vince Carter

And charter jets for my niggas with automatic starters

Blow shit regular like the UniBomber

Surprise attack you, niggas, like fuckin' Pearl Harbor

Jailhouse raps, let it bang a little harder

While I rep for the fam, Busta Rhymes, the godfather



Callin' all live niggas

Booyah!

Callin' all live bitches

Ooh ooh!

Yes, I hold a pound for y'all

Say what?

Busta Rhymes hold it down for y'all

Get money!

Callin' all live niggas

Booyah!

Callin' all live bitches

Ooh ooh!

Yes, I hold a crown for y'all

Say what?

Flipmode put it down for y'all

Yea, yea!



Callin all live niggas

Callin' all live niggas

Booyah!

Callin' all live bitches

Ooh ooh!

Yes, I hold a pound for y'all

Say what?

Busta Rhymes hold it down for y'all

Get money!

Callin' all live niggas

Booyah!

Callin' all live bitches

Ooh ooh!

Yes, I hold a crown for y'all

Say what?

Flipmode put it down for y'all

Yea, yea, yea!



So remarkable

Classic rugged nigga music

Big truck shit

Twenty inch rims on a UConn or somethin'

A fuckin' Escalade, Navigator