Lyrics All Night - Busta Rhymes
Turn
it
up
(ha
ha
ha)
Flimode
(ha
ha
ha)
Busta
Rhymes
(ha
ha
ha)
Another
banging
niggas
(ha
ha
ha)
Another
banging
niggas
(ha
ha
ha)
Another
banging
niggas
(ha
ha
ha)
Another
banging
niggas
(ha
ha
ha)
Chorus:
All
night
To
my
east
niggas
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
niggas
and
my
bitches
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
shit
and
leave
the
spot
up
in
a
mess
y'all
Bitches,
you
know
the
street
shit
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
niggas
like
a
fucking
drug
test
y'all
And
check
y'all
And
let
the
livest
niggas
step
in
I
keep
the
burner,
what
you
think
I'm
turning
mine
in?
What
the
fuck,
Now
all
my
live
motherfuckers
boggart
or
bring
it
straight
to
the
front
And
let
me
give
y'all
niggas
just
what
you
want
More
fire
for
ya
fresh
off
the
press
Shit
blazing
to
death
Bitches
lust
talking
under
they
breath
Hope
you
niggas
know
to
put
on
your
vest
Or
get
a
hole
in
your
chest
Who
in
this
motherfucker
Take
you
a
guess
Chorus
Yeah-Yeah
All
my
niggas
Yeah-yeah
all
my
bitches
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
niggas
c'mon
Yeah-yeah
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
niggas
that
will
piss
up
in
the
alley
y'all
Fuck
it,
now
I
know
you
know
my
rep
nigga
And
how
it's
hard
to
figure
out
my
next
step
nigga
So
step
nigga,
nigga
sit
your
ass
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
nigga
entrap
y'all
I
know
some
niggas
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
niggas
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
nigga
Now
or
never
Better,
whatever
nigga
feel
this
hot
Beretta
Cause
when
we
come
you
know
we
hit
you
with
that
shit
for
the
head
With
nough
shit
just
like
the
Lox
and
the
dread
Me
and
my
niggas
we
be
breaking
this
bread
With
all
the
blood
that
we
bled
See
we
was
broke,
now
we
flossing
instead
The
shit
I
drop
will
never
leave
you
mislead
Might
leave
you
tired
of
bed
Shit
ain't
over
till'
the
party
is
dead
Chorus:
repeat
2X
Yeah
all
my
live
bitches
let
me
see
you
just
Wave
your
hands
up
high
And
all
my
niggas
running
around
getting
pussy
All
night
1 Live It Up
2 Make Noise
3 The Heist
4 Here We Go Again
5 Bladow!!
6 Get Out!!
7 Why We Die
8 Intro: The Current State of Anarchy
9 Salute da Gods!!
10 Enjoy da Ride
11 We Put It Down for Y’all
12 Street Shit
13 All Night
14 Show Me What You Got
15 A Trip Out of Town
16 C'mon All My Niggaz, C'mon All My Bitches
17 We Comin’ Through
18 Anarchy
19 Outro
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