Throw It Up Lyrics - B.o.m.b. - Busta Rhymes

(Busta Rhymes) 

Yea I'm back to drive you crazy with that hottest shit in the streets 

No if's, and's, or maybe's 

Errbody gather around from here to little Haiti 

Cuz it's Busta.(Luda).and (Young Weezy Baby) 

With Flip Mode and DTP, shit be gettin' ugly 

Weezy tell 'em what you rep.(I represent Young Money) 

Yea I know you got me homie.(Busta, Bust I got you) 

Real Talk 

(I'm goin' in) 

Get 'em killaaa 

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(Lil Wayne) 

I'm about to blast off call it rocket science 

Daddy fat stacks check my pocket science 

And if ya wanna try it, c'mon and try it 

You don't want beef, I'll put you on a diet 

I'm comin' through ya house with them choppas firin' 

And all adults die, leave the toddlers cryin' 

I've been a soldier, never met private ryan 

Hey welcome to the jungle, and I'm the lion 

I'm dippin' in my coupe, with the top behind me 

I'm not the president, but I see cops behind me 

Well fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, and they can not stop me 

So I will be drivin' like Ricky Bobby 

It's my prerogative like Whitney's Bobby 

I'm skatin' on blades like Sidney Crosby (That's hockey) 

Sharper than a ginsu shawty 

You not Beyonce, but I can get you body 

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Now you know what we about to do, we goin' full throttle 

Niggas go and toss ya champagne, and throw a fuckin' bottle 

Throw it up (you know we got em) 

Throw it up (you know we got em) 

Throw it up (you know we got em) 

Throw it up (you know we got em) 

(I got 'em.Ludaa) 

(Ludacris) 

I throw it up like a cap and tassel 

I got my rap diploma 

I throw it up like the gangs in Southern California 

I Got them burners on ya, have you lookin' at a Russian Ruger 

Have you lookin' like a human torch 

Then have you lookin' like Freddy Krueger 

So don't be sleepin' on me, this aint a fuckin' dream 

I pass the rock to these jays like I'm on they fuckin' team 

But I aint slangin' dope, I slang Luda-vision 

Hip-Hop's God in these jeans, now that's true religion 

You couldn't fill my shoes, You couldn't fill my jockey 

My niggas fight over ice like we been playin' hockey 

I hope you get the goal, I hope you get the point 

I'm on a roll with this paper, I hope you get the joint 

I hope you fire it up, I hope it burn slow 

I welcome chicks to my nest, I let these birds know 

And eagles fly alone, so I'm about to take flight 

And throw it up like ya girl's dress on prom night 

Now you know what we about to do, we goin' full throttle 

Niggas go and toss ya champagne, and throw a fuckin' bottle 

Throw it up (you know we got em) 

Throw it up (you know we got em) 

Throw it up (you know we got em) 

Throw it up (you know we got em) 

(Busta Rhymes) 

When I spit, niggas be askin' "Who dat" 

It be the god 

And I know you niggas really wanna know how the hell I "Do dat" 

And the way that I come through 

And kill every single thing when I rhyme 

Nevermind, niggas can't compete when I spit a little beat same time 

(Bring the beat back) 

My fans will leave ya fuckin' ass leakin' 

For sayin' you nicer than me, hypothetically speakin' 

Cool and Dre bring the fuckin' beat back for no reason 

(Rewind It) 

Niggas know my rap and know me for always beastin', Ok 

When they see me they stutta, niggas know where I'm from 

Scoon nu nu nu ba ba be, like the speakin' in tongues 

I single handedly move like a thousand niggas kick on 

Trample niggas like a heard of hippo's (Nigga) 

When I get hot I pop like oil, that's when they call me crisco (Bitch) 

That's when I seek revenge like the Count of Monte Cristo 

Crack niggas like Naco, swallow a fifth for 'Sisco 

A gangsta cat markin territory wherever the piss go 

Now that I'm pissy drunk, why the hell you wanna thug and holla 

I'll change that and have you consider studyin' Kabbalah (Shit) 

They nicknamed me Kamala (Hey), kinda like the Ugandan giant 

Flatten niggas with my foot, who wanna try it 

Now you know what we about to do, we goin' full throttle 

Niggas go and toss ya champagne, and throw a fuckin' bottle 

Throw it up (you know we got em) 

Throw it up (you know we got em) 

Throw it up (you know we got em) 

Throw it up (you know we got em) 

When the game was gettin' weak, and everybody started winin' 

And when the streets needed us, we came with perfect timin' 

Throw it up (you know we got em) 

Throw it up (you know we got em) 

Throw it up (you know we got em) 

Throw it up (you know we got em)