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busta rhymes - national treasure كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
we gotta dance, n_gga
n_ggas, do your successful dance right now
b_tches, come dance with successful n_ggas
let’s go, hahaha
yeah
sh_t
yeah
yeah
look

[verse]
back at the nicest
everything about me at this moment is only the cause of crisis
better protect this national treasure only because i’m priceless
like the score, will peter roll you, i only come pair of dices
you get it? (uh_huh), roll you like dices? (yeah)
try to refrain from talkin’ sh_t, tryna be more righteous
f_ck that, it’s dragon season, i’ma cut you up into slices
i’m back to simple sh_t more than likely to shift the climates
motherf_cker, you’s a pest, little jester, i’ll smack your highness (huh)
infect just like a germ and i’ll quickly attack the sinus
a vision is forgiven of those who be the blindest
little mindless motherf_ckers and those who thought they could try this (hah)
now die with all the rest of my foes and then rewind this (huh)
select them n_ggas’ bearers, then toast to those that i ride with
and while we’re k!llin’ you all with kindness (hah)
dependin’ on the victim, there’s a difference in all the prices (huh)
know everything ’bout your children and where your wife is
pull up and knock you off, leave your body until your life slip
put the squeeze on you n_ggas, tighten you like a vice grip (uh_huh)
then eat a meal at mastro’s, ‘fore i bounce, leave a nice tip (let me leave a nice tip)
even before that, i probably’ll take a nice sip
of that louis xiii, shorty kissin’ me with her nice lips
she walk in front the god while i’m watchin’ her nice hips
enough of that, back to f_ckin’ up every night, b_tch
yes, i got that heroin that’s givin’ the fiends a nice itch
that demon time, i get wicked like poltergeist, sh_t
triathlete how i ride the beat like a cyclist
murder n_ggas with these bars like i’m cuttin’ ’em with a knife quick (oh, sh_t)
benjamin b_tton, young bus is back, don’t you like this? (uh_huh)
when you’re strong in the feeling, no need to even write this
from the era of soundin’ like yourself, please don’t even bite this
a prophet, prophesize the predictions like i’m a psychic
i f_ck your b_tch even if she be actin’ a lil’ dykish
it’s tough love, i continue to beat you n_ggas with guidance
‘fore i feed the street the smell, i add seasoning and some spices (uh_huh)
my style been always next level, never needed a stylist (i never needed ’em)
accept this loan so you can stop actin’ so f_ckin’ childish
aggressive with the spit, i ain’t never stoppin’ the violence
done gave you n_ggas heat like i gave the street on consignment
dodge a b_tch n_gga like potholes while whippin’ without a license
and torture n_ggas bad like i’m rippin’ your f_ckin’ eyelids
and leave a legacy so lethal, they talk about sh_t that i did
we had ’em throwin’ couches like n_ggas knew the assignment
then i blanked and dropped the microphone, leavin’ the room in silence

- busta rhymes

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