Live It Up

It's Busta Rhymes, they do much more 
So yo you one more time, knucklehead flow that 
You act real dumb, yo, I'm pert near fool 
Lights out when, let it riplike my neck 
With search warrant, I make sure verything we make is raw 
I make sure everything we make is raw... 

Yah, yah, yah... 

1-When I step up in the place, ay you I step correct 
Woo hah woo hah 
Got you all in check, I got that head nod 
That make you break ya neck 
Woo hah, woo hah, got you all in check 
And you know we come through, to reck the disco tech 
Woo hah, woo, I got you all in check 
Throw your hands up in the air, and never disrespect 
Woo hah, woo hah, I got you all in check 

Busta Rhymes up in the place, true indeed 
Yes, I catch wreck and that's word on my seed 
I'm guaranteed to give you what you need 
One blood everybody like junior reed 
Make up every morning, I must succeed 
Nationwide ruckus make the world stampede 
Yo, Willie make we roll some-- 
Made charge...now I must proceed 
Yo, we bout to make moves set speed 
Peace to baby phife cue-tip ali-shaheed 
Watch me knock you out like apollo creed 
Body blows bustin' you... makin' you bleed 
Just feed off the dynamic flows and take heed 
Need more information, homeboy then just read 
Ayyy, you can read all about the pure breed 
Do the bogle dance man, do the pepperseed 
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How dare you ever try, to step on my suede shoes 
Top Gun...down your firm like Tom Cruise 
Please, let me get down and blow a fuse 
Actin' fools, brakin'...down to molecules 
Yo, let me hit you with my ill street blues 
Busta Rhymez always headlines the street news 
Woo hah, woo hah 

Ah, baby girl, don't be confused 
Sail my Seven Seas and enjoy my boat cruise 
I know you really want to know who's 
Comin' through leavin...stains and residues 
Sorry homeboy, but your flow sounds used 
Got to pay your dues, baby, you know the rules 
Whenever I travel the world I landcruise 
If you choose to...around, you get bruised 
Now, I got you gas on super unleaded fuels 
Give me room gimme some space yo excuse 
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You're now rockin' with the best 
Busta Rhymez coming through from the flip mode squad 
Boyscouts who I be straight to your dome 
We comin' straight to your dome 
Bringin' all the ruckus, to all you rad mother... 
Boyscouts who I be flipmode is da squad 
Busta Rhyme break it down like this 
Yo, which mother...stole my flow, eenie meenie minie moe 
Throw them type a...right out my window 
Blast they...hit them from a direct blow 
Bo, comin' through like G.I. Joe 
Star wars movin' like Han Solo 
Make you bounce around like this was calypso 
Always shine 'cause I got the hi-pro glow 
You think that you can hide, you think you can lay low 
Roll up on you...like Hawaii 5-0 
Make out with my dreads in my kangol 
Forget the moe... just pass the cisco 
Yo, take a trip down to Mexico 
Come back with that...that might make you psycho 
Maximum frequency through your stereo 
Sorry, this is it, but homeboy I gotta go 
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Yeah, hey, hey, yo hey...