What My Niggas Want Lyrics - Busta Rhymes

[cam'ron] 

You the type to say I rap, I rhyme, look I freestyle 

Rap is played out ain't shit here for free child 

Me and chris lighty checks is what we see child 

Ice won't get you sea sick bitch, it get you c now 

Diplomat treat you like a beer bottle twist your cap 

Hustler shit, you never sold a bit of crack 

Chain you might get it snatched, down to the latch 

Since I went to get it back yo what type of shit is that 

Picture that, wrist is rapped 37 blunted 

How many diamonds you got on? shit 37 hundred 

I'm stunting pissy popping by the bottle 

Got nothing under the trench and I'm not from colorado 

Your acting a little like your rapping to riddles 

Got harlem looking like we a pack of skittles 

I'm a tyko fanatic, phsyco sematic, 

Type blow ? gamatic? , life go dramatic 

Hydro's a habit bitch 

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[busta rhymes](chorus) 

All my niggas who's ready to ride niggas, what what 

All my soldiers and my living foul niggas, what what 

Money niggas, what what, thug niggas, what what, 

Grimy niggas, whatwhat, 

Big gun niggas, what what 

All my bitches that's ready to wild with me, what what 

And fuck a hole away in the ground with me, what what 

Money bitches, what what, thug bitches, what what, 

Corporate bitches, what what 

All the above bitches 

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[cam'ron] 

Imagine a ho kissing me, a ho dissing me 

No I can't have that, not from rottisearre 

Roglissere, gators so slippery 

Best affiliated with the movie misery 

I make you kids learn, when your car gone, 

Crib burned, jim jones shit permed like big ern 

And you speak that gang gang slang, 

Gun like pop from boomerangbang bang bang 

That girl looking, you packing a whore, 

Slapping a whore, foot sweppers slacking the door 

Laughing for sure, yeah that shit happend before 

Bitch flurting with me, her man tapping the jaw 

What I'm drunk about, what I smoke skunk about 

Hope you make it to that year prince sung about 

All these years dripping and ducking 

Stay with birds the ones I was flipping and fucking 

Ya heard 

(chorus)