Lyrics You Can't Hold the Torch - Busta Rhymes feat. Q-Tip & Chauncey Black
[Busta
Rhymes]
Yeah
It's
funny
how
the
game
change,
right?
Hehe
Shit
feel
all
different
Y'all
niggaz
complainin'
left
and
right
about
how
the
game
feel
all
fucked
up
Niggaz
only
been
talkin'
like
that
since
we
been
sittin'
out
the
game
I
think
the
game
need
us
Kamaal,
let's
talk
to
them
niggaz
Huh!
[Q-Tip]
So
many
nights
were
spent
ponderin'
Wonderin'
how
we
gon'
come
again
My
golden
rule
is
not
to
focus
on
the
fame
game
In
retrospect,
the
game
ain't
the
same
mayne
They
heart
and
soul
is
divided
They
ramshack
the
music,
no
control
up
inside
it
Now
- look
at
this,
it's
all
stretched
out
and
nasty
But
- lettin'
money
pass
me
I
doubt
that,
and
niggaz
from
the
bottom
now
Pumpin'
hard,
wind
sleet
hail
rain
or
snow
So...
you
got
to
get
your
gate
right
No
matter
what,
you
got
to
treat
your
weight
right
On
the
block
if
you
focused
on
greed
then
Nine
out
of
ten
times
you
be
bleedin'
The
analogy
is
clear
To
all
of
my
peers,
I'm
a
muh'fuckin'
vet
Don't
mean
to
disrespect,
cause
[Q-Tip,
Chauncey
Black,
& Busta
Rhymes]
"I
write
rhymes,
I
write
checks"
(It's
clear)
Bust,
aiyyo
what
happened
to
the
(love)
For
the
game
(love)
for
the
music
(I
need
realness
in
my
life)
Aiyyo
these
niggaz
in
the
game
don't
sound
the
same
Bust,
these
niggaz
in
the
game
don't
sound
the
same
Aiyyo
what
happened?
{They
ain't
got
in
'em
to
make
a
classic}
Aiyyo
what
happened?
{These
niggaz
can't
hold
the
torch,
so
why
pass
it}
[Busta
Rhymes]
Aiyyo,
I
ain't
bringin'
they
names
up
These
niggaz
sound
trash,
straight
foulin'
the
game
up
Need
to
change
up
(change
up)
sound
so
trash
When
I
see
'em
feel
like
breakin'
they
frame
up
DuPont
registry,
talkin'
'bout
somebody
else
cars
Muh'fuckers
better
step
up
your
bars
Instead
of
frontin'
in
the
game
like
niggaz
really
are
stars
Like
we
ain't
seein'
through
the
bullshit,
we
know
who
you
are
I'm
like
a
blessing
to
the
game
when
your
shit
sound
dated
I
force
niggaz
to
improve,
you
should
be
happy
I
made
it
Here
to
rep
the
game
fully,
change
my
style
like
the
weather
Givin'
you
niggaz
new
shit
to
make
the
game
feel
better
I'm
sayin',
I
cook
in
the
kitchen
and
we
make
the
thoughts
connect
You
forced
to
humble
yourself,
give
me
my
big
respect
You
hurtin'
the
game
when
your
shit
sound
off
y'know
A
legend
in
this
shit
that's
why
I
move
like
a
boss
y'know
You
better
be
tight,
cause
you
can
get
tossed
fo'
sho'
Y'all
niggaz
know
whassup,
I
come
correct
with
money
long
cause
I
[Q-Tip,
Chauncey
Black,
& Busta
Rhymes]
"I
write
rhymes,
I
write
checks"
(It's
clear)
Tip,
aiyyo
what
happened
to
the
(love)
For
the
game
(love)
for
the
music
(I
need
realness
in
my
life)
Aiyyo
these
niggaz
in
the
game
don't
sound
the
same
Yo,
these
niggaz
in
the
game
don't
sound
the
same
Aiyyo
what
happened?
{They
ain't
got
in
'em
to
make
a
classic}
Aiyyo
what
happened?
{These
niggaz
can't
hold
the
torch,
so
why
pass
it}
[Q-Tip
& Busta]
Oh
my
God,
they
a
(uh)
come
ridin'
around
Some
(uh)
old
dream
and
they
(uh)
can't
get
down
They
(uh)
lookin'
around
outside
of
themselves
And
they
{HUH}
sayin'
things
that
ain't
really
themselves
And
they
{hah}
keep
fuckin'
regurgitatin'
the
same
script
Same
hoes,
same
blow,
same
glock
clip
{ha}
Same
drug
strip,
what
the
fuck
is
this?
(uh)
C'mon
y'all,
raise
the
bar
on
this
body,
shit
[Busta
Rhymes]
You
sound
stagnant,
need
to
progress
and
grow
(uh-huh)
Upgrade
your
punchlines,
progress
the
flow
(uh-huh)
Get
your
concepts
and
lyrics
together,
aiyyo
(uh-huh)
Then
drop
the
bomb
shit
to
step
up
the
pressure,
y'know?
(huh!)
I'm
tired
of
niggaz
complainin'
how
the
game
changed
You
niggaz
should
step
up
your
game,
cause
you
sound
strange
That's
why
you
ain't
sellin'
no
records,
check
the
SoundScain
In
this
rap
shit
I
command
respect
muh'fucker
cause
I
[Q-Tip,
Chauncey
Black,
& Busta
Rhymes]
"I
write
rhymes,
I
write
checks"
(It's
clear)
Tip,
aiyyo
what
happened
to
the
(love)
For
the
game
(love)
for
the
music
(I
need
realness
in
my
life)
Aiyyo
these
niggaz
in
the
game
don't
sound
the
same
Yo,
these
niggaz
in
the
game
don't
sound
the
same
Aiyyo
what
happened?
{They
ain't
got
in
'em
to
make
a
classic}
Aiyyo
what
happened?
{These
niggaz
can't
hold
the
torch,
so
why
pass
it}
[Q-Tip
& Busta
Rhymes]
Aiyyo
these
niggaz
in
the
game
don't
sound
the
same
Bust,
these
niggaz
in
the
game
don't
sound
the
same
Aiyyo
what
happened?
{They
ain't
got
in
'em
to
make
a
classic}
Aiyyo
what
happened?
{These
niggaz
can't
hold
the
torch,
so
why
pass
it}
1 Where's Your Money
2 Legend of the Fall
3 Legend of the Fall Offs
4 I'll Do It All
5 Get Down
6 Get Down
7 They're Out to Get Me
8 I'll Do It All
9 Don't Get Carried Away
10 I Love My Bitch
11 Touch It (Vocal Up)
12 Touch It
13 Get You Some
14 How We Do It Over Here
15 New York Shit
16 Been Through the Storm
17 You Can't Hold the Torch
18 I Love My Bitch
19 I Love My Bitch
20 I'll Hurt You
21 Goldmine
22 Cocaina
23 You Can't Hold the Torch
24 Cocaina
25 Cocaina
26 In the Ghetto
27 Been Through the Storm
28 They're Out to Get Me
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