Busta Rhymes - Who Are You Lyrics

Lyrics Who Are You - Busta Rhymes



Everybody with the action
'Til you hear this shit go and a situation happen
Shit get painful like a pregnant pussy with contractions
Every bitch'll get to screamin' every nigga (Jahill Beats holla at me, ah)
Get to blackin'
You can rep it, nigga, throw it up (throw it up)
Or get to steppin' 'fore these bullets catch you showin' out
Threw 'em to the lions, nigga, fold 'em up
Or get to throw 'em in the fire, nigga, blow 'em up
How could you ever imagine I'll still get two
And then flatten shit after all of these years
And make these niggas sick of
My sniper, heat seekers'll find you while I give friendly reminders
See, the kid kind of get colder than the winter shiver
Shatter, eat that (huh)
Got to give it to her, she need that (ah)
Got 'em thirsty in the hood, they need crack
Rolls Royce Wraith, seat back (turn up for 'em)
Shawty, you could throw yo' hand up, all of my niggas just standin'
Mami, turn yo' ass around and make him want it from ya
You know I only come to bat if everything'll make you man up
Concocting another bomb to come and drop it on ya
Bitch, I'm a different kind
I'm suggestin' that you stand on a different line (different line)
Richard Millie, I'm livin' in a different time
The fuck you think, I'm only here to take what's mine? (Mine)
Wave the banner on 'em (Conglomerate)
We always ready to pose on the camera for 'em (flick it up)
Say they love the way we be droppin' them bangers on 'em
They here to front so we can cock them hammers on 'em
Hold up, who is you, nigga?
You know what I'ma do to you, nigga?
Let's go
Like Nas said, I'm 'bout to half-time her (mm-mm)
Instead, I think I'm 'bout to flatline her
We 'bout to flatline a nigga
I'm 'bout to flatline her (uh-huh)
We incarnate niggas, baptize 'em, now (Get 'em)
Shatter, eat that (huh), got to give it to her, she need that (ah)
Got 'em thirsty in the hood, they need crack
Rolls Royce Wraith, seat back (turn up for 'em)
Who is you, nigga?
You know what I'ma do to you, nigga?
Let's go (ah)
Now throw it up, my nigga, rep your hood
You know we always try to get it while the getting's good
Bitch, you wouldn't have said it, well, I wish you would
The energy is so kinetic, I know you wish you could
We tryna tell 'em, relax
We only be dealin' with facts and see
I be makin' reactor niggas dead already (kill him)
See, I could never really tame 'em but I be tryna change 'em
Regardless I always claim 'em 'cause we blessed already (huh)
Yeah, Don Dada, with a holy por nigga, top shotta (Yac)
Dem a kick ya inna ya face like dem a playin' soccer
I'll take 'way all ya bread like dem a bank robber (hold it)
Now you see how we be movin'
See, I don't know what your provin'
Could give a fuck what you're doin', nigga, put your hand up
Fuck the type of drug you're usin', you nigga always been losin'
And then the shit be so amusin', lyin' nigga, stand up
See how we launch another missile, nigga?
Shit could never more official, nigga
Flatline them artificial niggas
And brand them niggas all with my initials, nigga
Bitch, we 'bout to bend the corner (bend it)
Peel off in a 'Rari 'til we cross the border (pyoom)
I make shit happen 'til I need a water (fire)
Only two questions 'fore we make 'em follow orders
Who is you, nigga?
You know what I'ma do to you, nigga?
Let's go
Like Nas said, I'm 'bout to half-time her (mm-mm)
Instead of thinkin' 'bout the flatline her
We 'bout to flatline a nigga
I'm 'bout to flatline her (uh-huh)
We incarnate niggas, baptize 'em, now (get 'em)
Shatter, eat that (huh), got to give it to her, she need that (ah)
Got 'em thirsty in the hood, they need crack
Rolls Royce Wraith, seat back (turn up for 'em)
Who is you, nigga?
You know what I'ma do to you, nigga?
Let's go



Writer(s): Trevor Smith, Orlando Tucker


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