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we get busy - dj kay slay lyrics

[intro: dj kay slay]
ayo, it’s dj kay slay, the drama king
big shouts to all the brothers doing they thing out there
but this track is dedicated to brothers who get busy

[verse 1: az]
f*ck it, free ’till i d*i*e
and i pray place peace pon me, that’s how i’m living
covid k!lling n*ggas in prison, it’s spreading fast
coexistence out of commission they getting masked
regretting another beast in the freak, it’s at its peak
it reach like a v*g*n*l leak half of you sleep, it’s deep
seems like the grief won’t cease
if y’all pain ain’t felt the same then don’t speak

[hook: ghostface k!llah]
when wе hug these mics we gеt busy
when we hug these mics we get busy
when we hug these mics we get busy
when we hug these mics we get busy

[verse 2: papoose]
i’m a psychopathic, bio*hazard type of b*st*rd
write those classics you write so average, i snipe your cabbage
put that heater right to your face, ignite your your lashes
the burning bed, you sleeping on me, i light your mattress
you got insurance? it’s expensive, go price your casket
your lady is a widow like kennedy’s wife, onassis
inside those classes, i’m the teacher who writes no passes
erase you, cremate you, then swipe your ashes
[hook: ghostface k!llah]
when we hug these mics we get busy
when we hug these mics we get busy
when we hug these mics we get busy
when we hug these mics we get busy

[verse 3: bun b]
say, i’m in the truck and the engine is hemi
i’m shooting bucks out a gauge, it’s a semi
i’m letting off, you better duck ’cause i’m coming, so get me
everything i f*cking asked for is some moore like i’m demi
couple racks in my dungarees
i’m your big f*cking daddy, boy you a son to me
you pull a move then i find out what you done to me
then i’ma drop a bag on your head like you standing under me

[hook: ghostface k!llah]
when we hug these mics we get busy
when we hug these mics we get busy
when we hug these mics we get busy
when we hug these mics we get busy

[verse 4: benny the butcher]
the butcher coming, n*gga!
can’t forget the chicks that visited with balloons
on the dance floor, i turned a visitor to a mule
racketeering sh*t when they mention us in the news (bsf)
enough ice to drop the temperature in the room (i got that sh*t on me)
my n*gga’s still there, me left (i left)
all the d i stretch tryna get a sack like leon lett
she gotta f*ck when she see my neck
king kong sh*t, beat my chest
streets back, we got next
let’s go
[hook: ghostface k!llah]
when we hug these mics we get busy
when we hug these mics we get busy
when we hug these mics we get busy
when we hug these mics we get busy

[verse 5: trae the truth]
[?]

[hook: ghostface k!llah]
when we hug these mics we get busy
when we hug these mics we get busy
when we hug these mics we get busy
when we hug these mics we get busy

[verse 6: zone]
i be moving bags like a carousel
filling orders, got my diamonds, water
i had to get my watch a snuckle
[?] a stop sign crime scene
then drake made his hotline bling
big smoke like a blunt full of moon walk
hanging out the moon roof
knock him out his two socks
[?]
salute the real, f*ck the fake with a [?]
[hook: ghostface k!llah]
when we hug these mics we get busy
when we hug these mics we get busy
when we hug these mics we get busy
when we hug these mics we get busy

- dj kay slay lyrics

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