Busta Rhymes All Night Lyrics

Artist: Busta Rhymes
Publishers: ©Universal Music Publishing Group
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Length: 3:44

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All night
To my east *****s West Coast and dirty south,
we make ya wave your hands up high
Light L's and drink some liquor it make ya wild out
All night
To my *****s and my *****es get money
If ya running with me
Wave your hands up high
A yo I can't see y'all
You know we hang out in the streets y'all
All night

Yes yes y'all
I be the god up in the flesh y'all
Bless y'all
With nothing but the best y'all
Finesse **** and leave the spot up in a mess y'all
*****es, you know the street **** caress y'all
Sex y'all
And put a bounce up in your breast y'all
Yes y'all we about to taste the success y'all
And quiz *****s like a ****ing drug test y'all
And check y'all
And let the livest *****s step in
I keep the burner, what you think I'm turning mine in?
What the ****,
Now all my live ************s boggart or bring it straight to the front
And let me give y'all *****s just what you want
More fire for ya fresh off the press
**** blazing to death
*****es lust talking under they breath
Hope you *****s know to put on your vest
Or get a hole in your chest
Who in this ************
Take you a guess


Yeah-Yeah All my *****s
Yeah-yeah all my *****es
Yeah-yeah all my thugs
Yeah-yeah all my soldiers
Yeah-yeah all my honeys
Yeah-yeah all my playas
Yeah-yeah all my live *****s c'mon
The grand finale y'all
Put it down and always repping for my family y'all
What, lets form a nation wide rally y'all
Of gutter *****s that will piss up in the alley y'all
**** it, now I know you know my rep *****
And how it's hard to figure out my next step *****
So step *****, ***** sit your *** down
The way I mash down
Will only leave a legacy for me to pass down
Don't speak unless you're spoken to
Get broke in two
Flipmode we be the chosen few
Yeah ***** entrap y'all
I know some *****s that'll clap y'all
And strap y'all
Up to a post and back slap y'all
Put y'all in a mailbox and leave open the flap y'all
That's the hap's that make *****s take forever naps y'all
Strap y'all all up inside of your seatbelts
The beats felt like a fire watch the heat melt
Your patent leather stack cheddar *****
Now or never
Better, whatever ***** feel this hot Beretta
Cause when we come you know we hit you with that **** for the head
With enough **** just like the Lox and the dread
Me and my *****s we be breaking this bread
With all the blood that we bled
See we was broke, now we flossing instead
The **** I drop will never leave you mislead
Might leave you tired of bed
**** ain't over till' the party is dead

[Chorus: x2]

Yeah all my live *****es let me see you just
Wave your hands up high
And all my *****s running around getting *****
All night
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