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please don't - busta rhymes lyrics

[intro: labba, clinton sparks]
you know what it is, flipmode
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[verse 1: labba]
hit the rob like [?]
i will make brooklyn n*ggas look like ladies
if i spit hot sh*t like my n*gga bad boos
when i come to the hood, gangsters be like respect due
if i war with n*ggas i top that day
might top your momma ‘cause i got no shame
if i make my comeback like black moon
n*ggas got you open be like i got it too
if rob plays sanchez peep my baby moms
i f*ck her p*ssy good with no problem
if [?] table like black eyed peas
when i leave the club n*ggas have a sense of relief
i shop new york like bus’ rhymes
then you know it’s about to be bang time
if you ever hear a n*gga talk about robbery
jooks and sh*t n*gga he got it from me, labba

[chorus: labba, roberta flack, busta rhymes]
i can make a grown man cry homeboy
realise i came for the crown homeboy
please don’t please don’t please don’t test me
i can make a grown man cry homeboy
flipmode ‘til the f*ckin’ day that i day homeboy
please don’t please don’t please don’t test me
(i tell you the facts n*gga, flipmode b*tch)
[verse 2: busta rhymes]
i said that i’m tired of tellin’ n*ggas please don’t try see
everythin’ about me different all the way down to the diet
i’m like a f*cked up n*gga the way i do it so unfair
talk a lot of sh*t if you ain’t knowin’ we don’t care
a lotta n*ggas look weak, not even vulnerable
like the cheapest [?] she ain’t worth the deductable
the way i’m mashin’ on n*ggas you know the hood love it f*ck it
you front, you can end up gettin’ hit in your stomach
see when i talk, n*ggas listen like i’m speakin’ up on a panel
but when you talk you talk to the police on the news channel
they sayin’ f*ck the talk unless the dough drop down phoney
that you already know this kinda sh*t goin’ down homie
you ain’t comin’ through, and i’m lockin’ the town black
whoever thought they had it, come and bring me the crown back

[chorus: labba, roberta flack]
please don’t please don’t please don’t test me
i can make a grown man cry homeboy
realise i came for the crown homeboy
please don’t please don’t please don’t test me
i can make a grown man cry homeboy
flipmode ‘til the f*ckin’ day that i die homeboy
please don’t please don’t please don’t test me
(i tell you the facts n*gga)
[outro: ghostface k!llah, clinton sparks]
when you see me comin’ get the f*ck f*ck the f*ck the f*ck f*ck the f*ck the f*ck out the entrance
don’t f*ck don’t don’t f*ck don’t, don’t f*ck with (flipmode) you’ll feel sorry

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