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Blowing The Speakers

Busta Rhymes

Extinction Level Event 2: The Wrath Of God


Yeah
Murda on the beat so it's not nice
Yeah (Yeah)
Adher

Yeah, we turnin' the heat up again (Yah)
We fuckin' the beat up again (Yah)
We fuckin' the street up again (Yee)
We blowin' the speakers again (Yah)
In my ferragama, Ferragamo (Uh)
While they fear the God, I fear the problem (Uh)
Bitch, here we comin' to win (Yeah)
Guess who came a long way from the bottom
We turnin' the heat up again (Uh)
We fuckin' the beat up again (Yеah)
We fuckin' the street up again (Yeah)
Wе blowin' the speakers again (Woop)
In my ferragama, Ferragamo (Yeah)
While they fear the God, I fear the problem (Yeah)
Bitch, here we comin' to win (Uh)
Guess who came a long way from the bottom (Yeah)

In a panorama Porsche (Ugh)
Color marinara sauce (Ugh)
Color soundin' like I split an atom, put the body on a cross (Yeah)
Doin' this shit like you can't imagine
Even my bitches be whippin' Phantoms
(Bitches be whippin' Phantoms)
My bitches drink flat tummy tea 'til all they shit ain't flatten (Yah)
See how we lettin' it go (Damn)
Hannibal Lecter with flows (Damn)
Very selective with hoes
Despite on the nigga she chose (Damn)
Gettin' ported fabrics from Morocco (Yeah, yeah)
She with a Timmy in Alicano (Yeah, yeah)
Just to me mucho co-co mucho (Yeah, yeah)
Leadin' the flockas, got to follow (Yeah)

We turnin' the heat up again (Yah)
We fuckin' the beat up again (Yah)
We fuckin' the street up again (Yee)
We blowin' the speakers again (Yah)
In my ferragama, Ferragamo (Uh)
While they fear the God, I fear the problem (Uh)
Bitch, here we comin' to win (Yeah)
Guess who came a long way from the bottom (Yeah)
Yeah, we turnin' the heat up again (Yeah)
We fuckin' the beat up again (Yeah)
We fuckin' the street up again (Yeah)
We blowin' the speakers again (Woop)
In my ferragama, Ferragamo (Yeah)
While they fear the God, I fear the problem (Yeah)
Bitch, here we comin' to win (Uh)
Guess who came a long way from the bottom (Yeah)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let me take off my coat 'cause it's hot in this bitch (Hot in this bitch)
I been gettin' my dough, just talkin' my shit (Talkin' and lookin')
'Bout to fuck with these hoes, follow the whip (Follow, follow)
And they know exactly what to do, follow the script
I'm in the kitten, I'm countin' the profit
While shittin' on niggas, you never could stop it
Future Bugatti's, you know I'ma cop it
The kill on these niggas, you know when I drop it
Niggas know already, niggas know the topic (Damn)
Jump up in this bitch and niggas know I got it (Damn)
It's all about my blood they know it's biologic (Yee)
Even molin' the feats with streets and I give them the food so my niggas can eat
When I'm livin' the truth, that's always when I speak
Now go stand on the couch, now go stand on the seat
And I make all you niggas play this on repeat
Watch me lift up the buildin' and I fuck up the beat
While I spend all this money, I want the receipt
When you niggas cool off I'll be givin' you heat
And you know we'll be back to fuck up the streets

We turnin' the heat up again (Yah)
We fuckin' the beat up again (Yah)
We fuckin' the street up again (Yee)
We blowin' the speakers again (Yah)
In my ferragama, Ferragamo (Uh)
While they fear the God, I fear the problem (Uh)
Bitch, here we comin' to win (Yeah)
Guess who came a long way from the bottom (Yeah)
We turnin' the heat up again (Yeah)
We fuckin' the beat up again (Yeah)
We fuckin' the street up again (Yeah)
We blowin' the speakers again (Woop)
In my ferragama, Ferragamo (Yeah)
While they fear the God, I fear the problem (Yeah)
Bitch, here we comin' to win (Uh)
Guess who came a long way from the bottom (Yeah)

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