Lirik Lagu The Assignment - Noreaga F/ Busta Ryhmes, Spliff Star, Maze
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Word up, Busta Bus, my motherfuckin nigga, man.(Bus) Yeah, this one niggaright there
[Noreaga]
What, what, yo, you know Nore, type a nigga stay real trumpI ain't the type to fight a nigga, just blaze you upWhat the fuck?All you niggaz wanna say what, whatWhile you half way thugs sound a half way whatIf you ain't with Busta Bus then shut the fuck upNiggaz is snakes, in other words just like jakesYo, I sell raps, used to sell crack on cratesIts like a stock that shot, oh look what it droppedYo, I hate to have to send my niggaz all in you spotLike Spliff StarShootin right all in your carBusta Bus plug the engine, with bananasEven if they lose, its like we still got camerasWe play the game like the movie, smoke LucyB.I.G. gone, but my favorite song still Juicy
[Busta Rhymes]
Yo, ya-yo, yo closed caption, son don't even know what's happeninBefore the second thought, make you feel the wrath of my clappin(Boom!) Fire flashin, two holes up in your head matchinDope fiend in the corner, itch from eight scars scratchin(Huh) We make the nutta butta, thick creamy shit from the gutterParanoid these niggaz, flip and make they heartbeat flutterYou's a sucker, (ha) lace you up with my box-cutterYour mother love your other son like you ain't even his brotherPussy nigga, I flip up to the max on you, niggaPose the violent threat immediately, black on you niggaSky maskin', fuck whatever question you askinBusta Rhyme and Nore connect on the train, we attachinHold your corner, violatin 'cross the border (huh)Try to catch my jewel, spyin with your tape recorderFuck is wrong with you?! Don't you know we raw till the end?Battlefield shit, Flipmode Squad, CNN
Chorus: Busta Rhymes (Noreaga)
Busta Rymes (What, what!) Noreaga (What, what!) Flipmode(What, what!)Thugged Out (What, what!) Spliff Star (What, what!) Busta Rhymes (What, what!)Noreaga (What, what!) Thugged Out (What, what!) Flipmode (What, what!)Busta Rhymes (What, what!) Noreaga (What, what!) Thugged Out (What, what)Spliff Star (What, what!)Flipmode (What, what!) Busta Rhymes (What, what!)Noreaga (What, what!)
[Maze]
(What, what) Yo, it's the same as any, in this game you wanna loseJump out the Ac, run up with the Uz', don't move Magically MazeLyrically invade like a SWAT raid, top grade rockin wallaby suedeI'm always coppin, poppin, three in the airFor my niggaz not hereLocked in Whitney, tipsiesSpecifically, and twist me when its Cristy
[Noreaga]
Let me go again, make sure the shits soakinThugged Out and Flipmode is like next of kinYo, we do what up, sendin em niggaz that will screw it upWhat! Handle your business, God, even if ?Kalu? what upI rock Clarks, on and off, like John StarksWhat? Shoot at your face, God, aim at your heartYo, from Indiana to Atlanta, God we got thisJose Luis, thugs just put me in the hotlistI rip shows, but never gotta go at hoesStay travellin, playin click, just stay frozeI got the left arm, stay in the game like Montan'My thug charm is everywhere now, dot comHear me anytime, you can access itW dot Nore, yo, suck my dickPeep me with Akinyele, yo, fuckin for freeOn some thug shit, my thugs stay fuckin with meWhat!
[Spliff Star]
Yo, every battleNigga I got your gat, so let me splatterInto smithereensThrow some bullets in his jeansAnother thug story, I bust my gun for NoreSnap a nigga neck, now the law lookin for meI'm thugged out, bugged out, blow your fucking mug outNo di-doubt, I see you can't eat what you dish outWatch, I reach in your soul, nigga and pull the bitch outWatch my tech rise, feel the shells that it spit outI'm warning you, send twenty niggaz deep to corner youDressed in blackFrom Brook' to I-raqBlastin Mack 10's, I be killin ya BenzLive coverage at ten, on CNN
Chorus *order differs slightly*
What,what!
[Noreaga]
What, what, yo, you know Nore, type a nigga stay real trumpI ain't the type to fight a nigga, just blaze you upWhat the fuck?All you niggaz wanna say what, whatWhile you half way thugs sound a half way whatIf you ain't with Busta Bus then shut the fuck upNiggaz is snakes, in other words just like jakesYo, I sell raps, used to sell crack on cratesIts like a stock that shot, oh look what it droppedYo, I hate to have to send my niggaz all in you spotLike Spliff StarShootin right all in your carBusta Bus plug the engine, with bananasEven if they lose, its like we still got camerasWe play the game like the movie, smoke LucyB.I.G. gone, but my favorite song still Juicy
[Busta Rhymes]
Yo, ya-yo, yo closed caption, son don't even know what's happeninBefore the second thought, make you feel the wrath of my clappin(Boom!) Fire flashin, two holes up in your head matchinDope fiend in the corner, itch from eight scars scratchin(Huh) We make the nutta butta, thick creamy shit from the gutterParanoid these niggaz, flip and make they heartbeat flutterYou's a sucker, (ha) lace you up with my box-cutterYour mother love your other son like you ain't even his brotherPussy nigga, I flip up to the max on you, niggaPose the violent threat immediately, black on you niggaSky maskin', fuck whatever question you askinBusta Rhyme and Nore connect on the train, we attachinHold your corner, violatin 'cross the border (huh)Try to catch my jewel, spyin with your tape recorderFuck is wrong with you?! Don't you know we raw till the end?Battlefield shit, Flipmode Squad, CNN
Chorus: Busta Rhymes (Noreaga)
Busta Rymes (What, what!) Noreaga (What, what!) Flipmode(What, what!)Thugged Out (What, what!) Spliff Star (What, what!) Busta Rhymes (What, what!)Noreaga (What, what!) Thugged Out (What, what!) Flipmode (What, what!)Busta Rhymes (What, what!) Noreaga (What, what!) Thugged Out (What, what)Spliff Star (What, what!)Flipmode (What, what!) Busta Rhymes (What, what!)Noreaga (What, what!)
[Maze]
(What, what) Yo, it's the same as any, in this game you wanna loseJump out the Ac, run up with the Uz', don't move Magically MazeLyrically invade like a SWAT raid, top grade rockin wallaby suedeI'm always coppin, poppin, three in the airFor my niggaz not hereLocked in Whitney, tipsiesSpecifically, and twist me when its Cristy
[Noreaga]
Let me go again, make sure the shits soakinThugged Out and Flipmode is like next of kinYo, we do what up, sendin em niggaz that will screw it upWhat! Handle your business, God, even if ?Kalu? what upI rock Clarks, on and off, like John StarksWhat? Shoot at your face, God, aim at your heartYo, from Indiana to Atlanta, God we got thisJose Luis, thugs just put me in the hotlistI rip shows, but never gotta go at hoesStay travellin, playin click, just stay frozeI got the left arm, stay in the game like Montan'My thug charm is everywhere now, dot comHear me anytime, you can access itW dot Nore, yo, suck my dickPeep me with Akinyele, yo, fuckin for freeOn some thug shit, my thugs stay fuckin with meWhat!
[Spliff Star]
Yo, every battleNigga I got your gat, so let me splatterInto smithereensThrow some bullets in his jeansAnother thug story, I bust my gun for NoreSnap a nigga neck, now the law lookin for meI'm thugged out, bugged out, blow your fucking mug outNo di-doubt, I see you can't eat what you dish outWatch, I reach in your soul, nigga and pull the bitch outWatch my tech rise, feel the shells that it spit outI'm warning you, send twenty niggaz deep to corner youDressed in blackFrom Brook' to I-raqBlastin Mack 10's, I be killin ya BenzLive coverage at ten, on CNN
Chorus *order differs slightly*
What,what!
