Lirik Lagu Don't Get Carried Away - Busta Rhymes
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(feat. Nas)
[Busta Rhymes]Doctor, yeahI think we got some shit for 'em (FLIP-MOOODE!)Yeah I'ma rub these sticks togetherCheck it, and start a bonfire
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]And if you don't see it y'all niggaz can't fuck with ourFLIPMODE MOVEMENT - bounce in your truck to usY'ALL GET STUPID - don't try to fuck with usBecause you will get carried away, yeah you'll get carried away
[Busta Rhymes]Now I'm subtle, once I pick up my metalPut my foot on the pedal, ridin through every ghettoAnalyze the shit I'm seein when I sip AmarettoA lot of bitches on the strip, struttin in they stilettosThen they wave and say hello, when my Lambo' is yellowEverything they got a jingle when they walk like ah-JelloSee the niggaz on the corner and I never forget itAnd I never regret because I see how you get itNow because of you niggaz, I'm a hustler nigga'Gnac guzzler nigga, rip your jugular niggaIn the night I become the type to love when it's darkCause when I pull up and park, is when I'm makin my markSee the fact's that I'm tryin to strive and capitalize inStart to max-a-mimize and b-build a ent-ter-priseAnd wh-while I'm stockin this bread, keep ah-stockin the leadAnd leave a permanent dot, on the top of your head
[Chorus]
[Nas]Ill Will, Flip-mooode!I'm the enigma, there is none harder, smarterMartyr, Godfather, my interest, your departurePardon Dre this beat is a monster, catchyLike sleepin under open windows that's draftyThen wakin up my throat scratchy, that's how I spit it nastyThey short, a few inches North of a dwarfMy flow's Murcielago, ghostin them narcosToast in the ways of the original PablosStill a pyramid architect, mix liquors like a chemistKiller lyricist, poetical tyrantSneaker store terrorist, Mt. Everest I climbed itHeat is drawn, no creepin on me whenever I'm bentMy mind spray, my nine sprayAnd freak styles like 3000 AndreTo keep pilin, keep pushin them dropsNas, runnin with hot Busta Bust, we don't stop
[Chorus]
[Busta Rhymes]Now I'm hot, and we runnin the blockWatch me run in your spot, fiends comin in flocksAdd a little cut to the coke when I'm cookin the potDRUGS, BITCH! I got what you want come and get what I gotNow I almost forgot, I come to close up your shopI love to fold up a knot, love totin the glockHelps me feel safer when niggaz try to scheme on my plotTry to steal paper from me you gotta deal with a lotSee I will leave you to rot, only defendin my stockNiggaz know they pussy and struggle to pretend that they notLose your life in the drop, while I harvest the cropMy hot shit; bust a cannon have you run in your socksSee we live on the edge, bang shit with a sledgehammerSplit up your head, kill a snitch for the fedsLet's go, for the streets I'm always spittin a gospelGet Nas holdin a barrel size of elephant nostril
[Chorus]
[Busta Rhymes]Doctor, yeahI think we got some shit for 'em (FLIP-MOOODE!)Yeah I'ma rub these sticks togetherCheck it, and start a bonfire
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]And if you don't see it y'all niggaz can't fuck with ourFLIPMODE MOVEMENT - bounce in your truck to usY'ALL GET STUPID - don't try to fuck with usBecause you will get carried away, yeah you'll get carried away
[Busta Rhymes]Now I'm subtle, once I pick up my metalPut my foot on the pedal, ridin through every ghettoAnalyze the shit I'm seein when I sip AmarettoA lot of bitches on the strip, struttin in they stilettosThen they wave and say hello, when my Lambo' is yellowEverything they got a jingle when they walk like ah-JelloSee the niggaz on the corner and I never forget itAnd I never regret because I see how you get itNow because of you niggaz, I'm a hustler nigga'Gnac guzzler nigga, rip your jugular niggaIn the night I become the type to love when it's darkCause when I pull up and park, is when I'm makin my markSee the fact's that I'm tryin to strive and capitalize inStart to max-a-mimize and b-build a ent-ter-priseAnd wh-while I'm stockin this bread, keep ah-stockin the leadAnd leave a permanent dot, on the top of your head
[Chorus]
[Nas]Ill Will, Flip-mooode!I'm the enigma, there is none harder, smarterMartyr, Godfather, my interest, your departurePardon Dre this beat is a monster, catchyLike sleepin under open windows that's draftyThen wakin up my throat scratchy, that's how I spit it nastyThey short, a few inches North of a dwarfMy flow's Murcielago, ghostin them narcosToast in the ways of the original PablosStill a pyramid architect, mix liquors like a chemistKiller lyricist, poetical tyrantSneaker store terrorist, Mt. Everest I climbed itHeat is drawn, no creepin on me whenever I'm bentMy mind spray, my nine sprayAnd freak styles like 3000 AndreTo keep pilin, keep pushin them dropsNas, runnin with hot Busta Bust, we don't stop
[Chorus]
[Busta Rhymes]Now I'm hot, and we runnin the blockWatch me run in your spot, fiends comin in flocksAdd a little cut to the coke when I'm cookin the potDRUGS, BITCH! I got what you want come and get what I gotNow I almost forgot, I come to close up your shopI love to fold up a knot, love totin the glockHelps me feel safer when niggaz try to scheme on my plotTry to steal paper from me you gotta deal with a lotSee I will leave you to rot, only defendin my stockNiggaz know they pussy and struggle to pretend that they notLose your life in the drop, while I harvest the cropMy hot shit; bust a cannon have you run in your socksSee we live on the edge, bang shit with a sledgehammerSplit up your head, kill a snitch for the fedsLet's go, for the streets I'm always spittin a gospelGet Nas holdin a barrel size of elephant nostril
[Chorus]
