Show Me What You Got (Letra)

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Hoo!
Yeah it’s another one of them marvelous shits
Yeah, Flipmode, huh, Busta Rhymes shit, yeah
So remarkable, yeah
As I say it over and over again
From song to song, yeah, so remarkable
Hah, heh, yeah, so remarkable

[Verse 1]
Yo, yo, Busta Rhymes the immaculate raw
Hardcore, riggady raw, lay niggas flat on the floor
We climb into the back of the four
Nonchalant flavor fo’ sure, Timbs wit a aqua valor
Flava like you never seen it before
Ha, holy, sacred, and pure
Flipmode, be on it fo’ sure
Be incredible to settle the score
Like a nigga shot you in the face, through the peephole in the door
From New York, down to Singapore
Keep you niggas jumpin’ around, had the bitches beggin fo’ more
Street niggas, yeah we speak for the poor
Now we stack cheddar galore, when we shop and buy at the store
Metaphor like nuclear war
I warned niggas if you try to bite, shit I’ll leave a crack in your jaw
Take the livest niggas out on a tour
Make a nigga black in the spot, make you wanna take off a door

[CHORUS:]
All my dogs who hustle everyday
All my dogs who hustle everyday now
Own a store laundrymat around the way
And own a store laundrymat around the way now
We got to get it, YEAH!
My niggas, all my niggas
Show Me What You Got for me, what you got for me
All my niggas what ya got for me
All my shorties who stay fresh everyday
All my shorties that stay fresh everyday
My get money bitches who still hang around the way
All my get money bitches that chill around the way now
We got to get it, YEAH! We gotta…
My bitches, all my bitches, c’mon
Tell me what you got for me
What you got for me, all my bitches what you got for me

[Verse 2]
Now, yo, we stay packin the toast
Could give a fuck, bust at a ghost
And end up on the front of the post
Niggas know that I be rockin the most
Fuckin Ethiopian bitches, living in the ivory coast
Let me drug y’all niggas up wit a dose
Make you act just like you suppose’
Watch a nigga playin me close
Nowadays type of dough that we gross
I celebrate and throw me a roast
And get an old face for a host
We get it hype even when we be calm
Niggas know my word is my bond
When we come you know we the bomb
Hypnotic shit, get you retarded
Shoulda known it was a bad move
Fuckin around and gettin me started
Still whippin in the back of the truck
So what, not givin a fuck
In the streets, livin it up
So what happened to the last nigga bust
Could give a fuck whoever he was
Throw them niggas outta the clubs
Them niggas all, shit turnin me off
Tie ‘em up, makin ‘em cough
Gag ‘em in the throat wit a cloff
After that we go and wild for the night
Make ‘em know the style for the night
Car low, pile for the night
You know we always give y’all niggas a blaze
Black it out and party for days
Let y’all niggas fuck with the strays
Fuckin dimes at the end of the days
Gettin money but it’s too late
Got a nigga stuck in his ways

[CHORUS]

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Show Me What You Got (Letra)

Busta Rhymes

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keepin it real
world wide baby
limp bizkits in the house
so bring it on
i’d like to dedicate this song to you
for makin my dreams come true
for the millinum
are you ready?
then get the fuck up
Where you at Jacksonville,
Rochester., Louisville,
Columbia, Hartford,
Milwaukee, and Lewiston Maine?
where you at Providence, Nashville,
Memphis, Lauderdale,
Portland, Orlando, Chicago, and Frisco?
I left my heart in Austin with Mary Campbell.
Got lost in Boston lookin’ for the tea party.
Met a child molester in Worchester
Need a Kleenex every time I’m leavin’ Phoenix.
I get silly when I play in Philly.
Limp Bizkit committee down in Kansas City.
Never know what I’m in for when I’m play in Denver.
Hard rock don’t stop down in Vegas.
In Cincinnati the girls call me daddy
and I probably aint leavin’ the next time I’m in Cleveland.
Found my lucky coin in Des Moine
and spit on a boy named Tina in Pasadena.
We get the swing from new Orleans.
Ft Worth and Dallas we toast when we’re tippin’ up the challis.
Tulsa, St. Louis, Sacto, Mesa, Norfolk, Lawrence, Minneapolis,
St. Paul, North Hampton, Detroit, Omaha, New York, LA,
what can i say, i cant name’m all.
so somebody,
anybody,
everybody
get the fuck up!!
show me what you got
Whooo ha
Show me what you got
hey ladies
whos hot whos not
who? who?
whos hot whos not
i can’t help but believe in these friends
these bands
these stories
and the places that i’ve been
I thank God, mom & dad,
Adrian,for the love I feel inside,
Jordan, my phat ass band,
with out’em I’d be nothin’ but a pumpkin shoved inside a can.
with out the fans there wouldn’t be no show
and if that was really so than life would really blow.
To the firm, you always got my back.
Korn for the love and the swappin’ of the tracks.
My brother Cory d,
my man terry date, we brought it to the plate and you made it sound great.
Scott Weiland the melody man,
if you cant sing it nobody can.
woo tang clan skills from the method.
The worlds best mc kills on this record.
Slim shady crazy ass cracker.
Staind, a brand new drug for your brain.
Les Claypool, for actin’ like a fool
and all of the bands for the demos that were kool.
im so grateful for this life of mine.
The ones I didn’t thank
I will some other time
now i just want somebody
anybody,
everybody
get the fuck up!!
show me what you got
yeeee ha
Show me what you got
hey ladies
whos hot whos not
who? who?
whos hot whos not
whos………..hot?
i’ve been around this world and then some.
dum ditty dum kid where you comin’ from?
I went from the garage
to steppin’ on these stages.
Outrageous rhymes left my mind and soon became contagious.
An mc with bad habits I am.
I see a mic then I grab it,
scary aint it?
comin’ raw with no corrections.
savin’ all perfection’s
for what I do with my erections so dream on!!