Busta Rhymes - Gimme Some More Lyrics

Writer(s) : RHYMES, BUSTA / SPIVEY, GEORGE / HERRMANN, BERNARD
Artist: Busta Rhymes Lyrics
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Album: Track 10 on Extinction Level Event: The Final World Front
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Yeah
As a shorty playing in the front yard of the crib
Fell down, and I bumped my head
Somebody helped me up and asked me if I bumped my head
I said "Yeah"
So then they said "Oh so that mean we gon, you gon switch it on em'?"
I said "Yeah, Flipmode, Flipmode is the greatest"
Knowing as a shorty, I was always told
That if I ain't gon' be part of the greatest
I gotta be the greatest myself

C'mon c'mon, Yeah, c'mon
Yeah ***** what, what a surprise
Get ya sumn', make a ***** close both of your eyes
All my *****s gettin' money capitalize
Die little small guy, we on the rise
Everything a ***** touch platinumize
Fully equipped, you know we come wit' all the supplies
Got a big gun, and I'ma show you the size
You **** wit' any of my Flipmode family ties
Me and my *****z be comin' through stalkin' you out
Killin' off any and everything you talkin' about
See you in the club, now we walkin' you out
Shoulda' thought twice 'fo you went and opened your mouth
Yo, anyway we stay keepin it movin'
****in' with the wrong *****, hope you know what you doin'
Now blame me, all the same *****s is lame
It's not a game, makin' names still splittin' your frames!

[Chorus]
Y'all *****s had enough?
Gimme some more
Y'all *****s want the wild ****?
Gimme some more
Yo Spliff where the weed at?
Gimme some more
I know ya'll *****s need that
Gimme some more
Even though we getting money you can
Gimme some more
With the cars and the big crib
Gimme some more
Everybody spread love
Gimme some more
If you want it let me hear you say
Gimme some more

Flash with a rash gimme my cash flickin my ash
Runnin' with my money son go out with a blast
Do what you want, a *****'s cuttin' the corner
You ****in' up, oh to go ahead and meet the reporter
Yo, she tellin' news on how you switch to a *****
Little fake funny style, ***** chill with a snitch
So now I pass and trait over your blood and to ask you
Make a little room for me and all my *****s to pass through
Cartier, Sidney Poitier, hooray ****
What with all my *****s from around the way ****
When I come through you *****s know I do my thing
Bring more **** that generate money, chi-ching
Arrest you lyrically flow and caress you
Bless you, then a ***** come to your rescue
While you assume a ***** blossom and bloom
I'm comin' soon hit you with a boom gimme some room!

[Chorus]

Yo, live ***** **** know what I mean
I represent while we gettin' money and reign supreme
Hope you *****s know we comin' through full steam
Can't see you better turn on your high beam
All my *****s while I'm ringing the sireen
Flipmode be the glory *****s on my team
Never should you ever try to **** wit' my cream
I O.D when my **** get all in your bloodstream
Everytime we be rippin' it be blowing it down
Blowing you off ****in' wit' the hottest *****s around
Like it's when me and my people run through your town
Holdin' it down takin' a while and then gimme my crown
Ay, yo! All my people need to come and surround
A ***** be hittin' so much it make you fall on the ground
Sure to make you shout that's what I be all about
Turnin' you out makin' all you *****s fall out!

[Chorus]


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