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Get Down - Busta Rhymes (布斯塔·瑞恩)/Q-Tip

For real though who really got sick flow

On the edge got the ledge hangin' out of the window

Bird chest niggas with ya winderous fearaf

F**k around you'll be against me the size of a meal sack

Puny little punks better hit the gym

But that doesn't mean nothin to the heart within

You cramped up you and your team

I'm amped up

And you asses can't dim my beam

My shine what the f**k is on your mind

Little weaklink rappers better hit the grind

Other brothers ain't motivated they can't do it

Not only did I penetrate it I ran through it

My music comes on and we mosh at the dance

Inside of your mind or inside of my pants

Musical intentions that we have is vast

You sick Drink a NyQuil

When I'm bed on your a**

Oh well then here comes the gelatin

Tips on some sugars

But you yap on your cell to friends

Now your party is completely blown

Real name is Kamal

I'm in "complete me" zone

It's rap time for you that means nap time

Reachin for my joint

What the f**k I'mma clap mine

Singin songs in 6 pens with sit tensed

Surpised your a** is the end like the sixth sense

Heavy hitters knockin sh*t out the park

You didn't even really play

Tell me why did you start

Spittin' sharp blades laced with bleach

You wanna play around kid

I'm not a walk at the beach

A stroll in the park or your f**kin playground

Put on your headphones

And tell me how grenades sound

Put on your walkmase

And go underneath the town

Q-Tip abstract how I gets down

All my b**ches dance if you know that you damn sure

Let your p**sy drip on the dance floor if you wanna

(Get down)

F**k that niggas will bust gats

Better lit a make for their rush that cuz they wanna

(Get down)

Flip this piano sick sh*t

(Get down)

Chill you can get off my dick and

(Get down)

While I'm on the hook get on your good foot

And blow up the spot for all of you niggas

Cuz that's how we

(Get down)

Comin with the brand new quickly we pan to

The young black man with intentions to ban you

Seems that people need an aid today

So many fade away so many fiend to stay

I really rhyme

Cuz I feel I should say things

While the fraudulent acts rap

Just so they cop rings

Or maybe because when they was young

They was fronted on

And left alone to have their own fun

Now they're all grown up to be assholes

I'm giving you the rope will you tie some lassos

You swing dangling from peach trees

While I sip my Daiquiris in the south west breeze

Writings so exciting the pen it keeps

Drippin out jings

That's converted to hymns and them

People be hummin em

From now to their next of kin

My family is starving

You know they want me to win

We forfeit ni**a please get off it

Send the check in my name to my office

Mutombo in the lane yo I toss it

Abstract comin through witness the bomb sh*t