It Ain't Safe No More

Busta Rhymes lyrics

Busta Rhymes lyrics

"It Ain't Safe No More Lyrics"

Hard Copy Lyrics
{*sampled singer "ohh-ohh-whoa"ing in background throughout song* [Intro: Dom PaChino] Yeah, yeah, yo, Terrorist (Tera Iz Him) Bang that shit in ya whips


(feat. Meka)
The Surgeon General.. of the Flipmode Squad..
has determined.. that the sounds you about to hear..
can be devestatin.. to your ear.. to your mind..
to your body.. to your souuuuuuuuuuuuuullll!

[Chorus: Flipmode Meka]
You better, pack up your bags, better get out of town
Cause when the God come you know he gon' be puttin it down
Everything we do be blowin, better ge
CRAZY CAT Lyrics
Roland Grapow) My little crazy cat Took a train to meet his gang downtown, yeah They played Black Jack Fritz played his false game too far, ooh A guy got up and started a gunfightt on the ground
It ain't safe no more, it ain't safe no more (nigga)
He keeps it wicked by creatin the sound
That make the people wanna spaz 'til they give him the crown
Fuck around you'll turn up missin just to never be found
It ain't safe no more, it ain't safe no more (nigga)

[Verse One]
Bodies'll turn up missin, I promise you need to listen
Abolish the need for bitchin, I polish and shine and glisten
Es Inutil Continuar Lyrics
hores que pasen com sempre esperan-t'he una vegada mes de la nit d'ahir em turmenta el teu cos tant jove i calent sempre suplicant sempre demanant sempre maltractant-me
Demolishin while I'm whistlin, astonished while you're witnessed
Hardest to smash another artist son, regardless if it is
a nigga who think he the greatest son I'll lock him in the fridge
And hang him from both of his ankles when we drop him from the bridge
Blockin your paper really stoppin that dude from gettin his
Poppin the safe and splurgin, havin the crew up in the crib
Block 'til these niggaz havin 'em rockin gargle with a
Angel Lyrics
Performer: Belly Song: Angel Album: Star Written by Tonya Donelly Give it to me please I said to God It's only fair Instead, he sent three Angels To move the
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Shittin and fartin, spittin and vomitin all in the crib
Fallin into shock from the bullets we shot up in they ribs
Hot up the block and blew up the spot and got up out the mix
Tried it a couple stops and spotted the Squad up in they whips
Plotted and then I signed on the dotted line and made a wish
Return us even the hardest makin you garbage niggaz sit
The smartest now you a target only the heartless niggaz win