Busta Rhymes – Put Your Hands Where My Eyes Could See Lyrics

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Ahh yeah, Flipmode
Here we come bout to bust and explode
Flipmode, Busta Bus
Nine-seven, hot shit
Check it out

[Verse 1]
Hit you with no delaying so what you sayin yo
Silly with my nine milli, what the deally yo
When I be on the mic yes I do my duty yo
Wild up in the club like we wild in the studio
You don't wanna VIOLATE nigga really and truly yo
My main thug nigga named Julio he moody yo
Type of nigga that'll slap you with the tool-io
Bitch nigga scared to death, act fruity yo
Fuck that
, look at shorty, she a little cutie yo
The way she shake it make me wanna get all in the booty yo
Top mistresses and banging bitches in videos
Whylin with my freak like we up in the freak shows
Hit you with the shit make you feel it all in your toes
Hot shit got all you niggas in wet clothes
Styling my metaphors when I formulate my flows
If you don't know you fucking with lyrical player pros, like that

Do you really wanna party with me
Let me see just what you got for me
Put all your hands where my eyes can see
Straight buckwildin in the place to be
If you really wanna party with me
Let me see just what you got for me
Put all your hands where my eyes can see
Straight buckwildin in the place to be

[Verse 2]
If you really wanna party with me, In God We Trust
Yo it's a must that you heard of us yo we murderous
A lot of niggas is wondering and they curious
How me and my niggas do it, it's so mysterious
Furious, all of my niggas is serious
Shook niggas be walkin around fearing us
Front nigga, like you don't wanna be hearing us
Gotta listen to how radio yo be playing us
Thirty time a day shit'll make you delirious
Damaging everything all up in your areas
Yo it's funny how all the chickens be always serving us
All up in between they ass where they wanna carry us
Hit ya good then I hit em off with the alias
Various, chickens they wanna marry us
Yo it's Flipmode my nigga you know we bout to bust
Seven figure money the label preparing us
Bite the dust, instead of you, making a fuss
Niggas know better cause there ain't no comparing us
Mad at us, niggas is never, we fabulous
Hit my people off with the flow that be marvelous
Oh shit, my whole clique victorious
Taking no prisoners niggas is straight up warriors

While you feeling that I know you be feeling so glorious
Then I blitz and reminisce on my nigga Notorious

Like that, like that-tha-that-that
That that that, tha-that-that-that
Like that


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