Show Me What You Got Lyrics - Anarchy - 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 

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(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 

Photos 

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