Lyrics Put Your Hands Where My Eyes Could See - Busta Rhymes
Ah,
yeah,
Flipmode
Here
we
come
'Bout
to
fuckin'
explode
Flipmode,
Busta
Bus
(What?)
Nine-seven
(Come
on,
what?)
Hot
shit
(Haha)
Check
it
out
Hit
you
with
no
delayin'
so
what
you
sayin',
yo?
(Uh)
Silly
with
my
nine
milli',
what
the
deally,
yo?
(What?)
When
I
be
on
the
mic,
yes,
I
do
my
duty,
yo
(Ha)
Wild
up
in
the
club
like
we
wild
in
the
studio
(Uh)
You
don't
wanna
violate
nigga
really
and
truly,
yo
(Uh)
My
main
thug
nigga
named
Julio
he
moody,
yo
(What?)
Type
of
nigga
that'll
slap
you
with
the
tool-io
(Ba)
Bitch
nigga
scared
to
death,
act
fruity,
yo
(Uh)
Fuck
that,
look
at
shorty,
she
a
little
cutie,
yo
(Yes)
The
way
she
shake
it
make
me
wanna
get
all
in
the
booty,
yo
(Woo)
Top
miss,
just
hit
the
bangin'
bitches
in
videos
(Huh?)
Whylin'
with
my
freak
like
we
up
in
the
freak
shows
(Yes)
Hit
you
with
the
shit,
make
you
feel
it
all
in
your
toes
(Yeah)
Hot
shit
got
all
you
niggas
in
wet
clothes
(It
get
cold)
Stylin'
my
metaphors
when
I
formulate
my
flows
(Uh)
If
you
don't
know
you
fuckin'
with
lyrical
player
pros,
like
that
Do
you
really
wanna
party
with
me?
Let
me
see
just
what
you
got
for
me
(Come
on)
Put
all
your
hands
where
my
eyes
can
see
(Put
'em
up,
yo)
Straight
buckwhylin'
in
the
place
to
be
(Whylin')
If
you
really
wanna
party
with
me
(Flipmode)
Let
me
see
just
what
you
got
for
me
(Come
on)
Put
all
your
hands
where
my
eyes
can
see
(Put
'em
up)
Straight
buckwhylin'
in
the
place
to
be
(Yeah)
If
you
really
wanna
party
with
me
In
God
we
trust
(What?)
Yo,
it's
a
must
that
you
heard
of
us,
yo,
we
murderous
(Uh)
A
lot
of
niggas
is
wonderin'
and
they
curious
(What?)
How
me
and
my
niggas
do
it,
it's
so
mysterious
(Magical)
Furious,
all
of
my
niggas
is
serious
(Uh)
Shook
niggas
be
walkin'
around
fearin'
us
(What?)
Front
nigga,
like
you
don't
wanna
be
hearin'
us
(Nope)
Gotta
listen
to
hot
radio,
yo
be
playin'
us
(Ah)
Thirty
time
a
day
shit'll
make
you
delirious
(What?)
Damagin'
everything
all
up
in
your
areas
(Yeah)
Yo,
it's
funny
how
all
the
chickens
be
always
servin'
us
(Uh)
All
up
in
between
they
ass
where
they
wanna
carry
us
(Uh)
Hitcha
good
then
I
hit
em
off
with
the
alias
(What?)
Various,
chickens
they
wanna
marry
us
(Ah)
Yo,
it's
Flipmode,
my
nigga,
you
know
we
'bout
to
bust
(Uh)
Seven
figure
money,
the
label
preparin'
us
(Go
me)
Bite
the
dust,
instead
of
you,
makin'
a
fuss
(Fuss)
Niggas
know
better
'cause
there
ain't
no
comparin'
us
(Nope)
Mad
at
us,
niggas
is
never,
we
fabulous
(Yuh)
Hit
my
people
off
with
the
flow
that
be
marvelous
(Ha)
Oh,
shit,
my
whole
click
victorious
(Yah)
Takin'
no
prisoners,
niggas
is
straight
up
warriors
(What?)
While
you
feelin'
that
I
know
you
be
feelin'
so
glorious
(Huh)
Then
I
blaze
and
reminisce
on
my
nigga
Notorious
(What?)
Do
you
really
wanna
party
with
me?
(Like
that,
like
that-tha-that-that)
Let
me
see
just
what
you
got
for
me
(That
that
that,
tha-that-that-that)
Put
all
your
hands
where
my
eyes
can
see
(Like
that)
Straight
buckwhylin'
in
the
place
to
be
If
you
really
wanna
party
with
me
Let
me
see
just
what
you
got
for
me
Put
all
your
hands
where
my
eyes
can
see
Straight
buckwhylin'
in
the
place
to
be
If
you
really
wanna
party
with
me
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