Текст песни Show Me What You Got - Busta Rhymes
Hoo!
Yeah
it′s
another
one
of
them
marvelous
shits
Yeah,
Flipmode,
huh,
Busta
Rhymes
shit,
yeah
So
remarkable,
yeah
As
I
say
it
over
and
over
again
From
song
to
song,
yeah,
so
remarkable
Hah,
heh,
yeah,
so
remarkable
Yo,
yo,
Busta
Rhymes
the
immaculate
raw
Hardcore,
riggady
raw,
lay
niggas
flat
on
the
floor
We
climb
into
the
back
of
the
four
Nonchalant
flavor
fo'
sure,
Timbs
wit
a
aqua
valor
Flava
like
you
never
seen
it
before
Ha,
holy,
sacred,
and
pure
Flipmode,
be
on
it
fo′
sure
Be
incredible
to
settle
the
score
Like
a
nigga
shot
you
in
the
face,
through
the
peephole
in
the
door
From
New
York,
down
to
Singapore
Keep
you
niggas
jumpin'
around,
had
the
bitches
beggin
fo'
more
Street
niggas,
yeah
we
speak
for
the
poor
Now
we
stack
cheddar
galore,
when
we
shop
and
buy
at
the
store
Metaphor
like
nuclear
war
I
warned
niggas
if
you
try
to
bite,
shit
I′ll
leave
a
crack
in
your
jaw
Take
the
livest
niggas
out
on
a
tour
Make
a
nigga
black
in
the
spot,
make
you
wanna
take
off
a
door
(CHORUS:)
All
my
dogs
who
hustle
everyday
All
my
dogs
who
hustle
everyday
now
Own
a
store
laundrymat
around
the
way
And
own
a
store
laundrymat
around
the
way
now
We
got
to
get
it,
YEAH!
My
niggas,
all
my
niggas
Show
Me
What
You
Got
for
me,
what
you
got
for
me
All
my
niggas
what
ya
got
for
me
All
my
shorties
who
stay
fresh
everyday
All
my
shorties
that
stay
fresh
everyday
My
get
money
bitches
who
still
hang
around
the
way
All
my
get
money
bitches
that
chill
around
the
way
now
We
got
to
get
it,
YEAH!
We
gotta...
My
bitches,
all
my
bitches,
c′mon
Tell
me
what
you
got
for
me
What
you
got
for
me,
all
my
bitches
what
you
got
for
me
Now,
yo,
we
stay
packin
the
toast
Could
give
a
fuck,
bust
at
a
ghost
And
end
up
on
the
front
of
the
post
Niggas
know
that
I
be
rockin
the
most
Fuckin
Ethiopian
bitches,
living
in
the
ivory
coast
Let
me
drug
y'all
niggas
up
wit
a
dose
Make
you
act
just
like
you
suppose′
Watch
a
nigga
playin
me
close
Nowadays
type
of
dough
that
we
gross
I
celebrate
and
throw
me
a
roast
And
get
an
old
face
for
a
host
We
get
it
hype
even
when
we
be
calm
Niggas
know
my
word
is
my
bond
When
we
come
you
know
we
the
bomb
Hypnotic
shit,
get
you
retarded
Shoulda
known
it
was
a
bad
move
Fuckin
around
and
gettin
me
started
Still
whippin
in
the
back
of
the
truck
So
what,
not
givin
a
fuck
In
the
streets,
livin
it
up
So
what
happened
to
the
last
nigga
bust
Could
give
a
fuck
whoever
he
was
Throw
them
niggas
outta
the
clubs
Them
niggas
all,
shit
turnin
me
off
Tie
'em
up,
makin
′em
cough
Gag
'em
in
the
throat
wit
a
cloff
After
that
we
go
and
wild
for
the
night
Make
′em
know
the
style
for
the
night
Car
low,
pile
for
the
night
You
know
we
always
give
y'all
niggas
a
blaze
Black
it
out
and
party
for
days
Let
y'all
niggas
fuck
with
the
strays
Fuckin
dimes
at
the
end
of
the
days
Gettin
money
but
it′s
too
late
Got
a
nigga
stuck
in
his
ways
(CHORUS:)
All
my
dogs
who
hustle
everyday
All
my
dogs
who
hustle
everyday
now
Own
a
store
laundrymat
around
the
way
And
own
a
store
laundrymat
around
the
way
now
We
got
to
get
it,
YEAH!
My
niggas,
all
my
niggas
Show
Me
What
You
Got
for
me,
what
you
got
for
me
All
my
niggas
what
ya
got
for
me
All
my
shorties
who
stay
fresh
everyday
All
my
shorties
that
stay
fresh
everyday
My
get
money
bitches
who
still
hang
around
the
way
All
my
get
money
bitches
that
chill
around
the
way
now
We
got
to
get
it,
YEAH!
We
gotta...
My
bitches,
all
my
bitches,
c′mon
Tell
me
what
you
got
for
me
What
you
got
for
me,
all
my
bitches
what
you
got
for
me
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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