Last Night lyrics

Artist  : Flipmode Squad 
Song : Last Night
 


(Busta Rhymes)(Chorus)
Comin in the dance last
night(uh hum)
Busta boy fear last night(uh
oh)
Me couldn't find me nine(um hum)
So me
go pull out me knife(so me say)
(repeat
2'x)

(Spilff Star)
A lot of brothers
don't like me
Screw me when the site me
Pop
a lot of shit but they scared to death to fight
me
See me on the stage wit Bust on some rap
shit
They see me in the club wit Bust on some
lap shit
Befrore this rap shit, it was the
corner crack shit
But now i'm on the world on
some autograph shit
Spliff-a-Spliff drop the 4
5th round the waiste
So if you want war, let me
deal with the case
Ain't nothin to it, brother
i got the heart to do it
Blast in, cover the
sidewalk wit ya fluid
Ya niggas stupid, ya got
brains, brother use it
Ain't nithin gonna stop
my black ass, from gettin cash
On the real,
that's how deeply i feel
A born again
hooligan, hungry for this meal
Got the iced-
out platinum rings that you wanna steal
Come
get it, watch ya whole shit get wetted
Street
colonel cat, got enough cats to set it
So if
you ain't doin shit , ya niggas need to dead
it
Watchin my money, it cost bullets in ya
tummy
It's all ral here, there ain't no fear
here
You mess around here, you catch ya death
here
I mean it, you could front, but you
believe it
Nigga guard your life before i turn
around and steal it
Look into my eyes and
analyze what you deal wit
If I can't find you,
I take it out on who you be wit
Type of bitch
nigga i would never smoke a tree
wit

(Busta Rhymes)(Chorus)
repeat
2's

(Busta Rhymes)
Nowadays we blow
like smoke out the exhaust
Contamenatin smoke
still makin me cough
I mean we bout to turn
this wak shit off
Wak niggas is sick wit the
flu sippin chicken broth
Now here's another
winnin ripoff
Gettin money, eatin fine cuisine
like buttered shrimp and rice pilaf
Stay
heavily armed, Alakun Salom
Watch you bitch
ass suffer til you got to beg for ya moms
Now
turn the truck on, get ya fuck on, got you stuck
on
Stupid right between yo legs, get yo suck
on
drink bottles, treat niggas like Gus
D'Amoto
Eat avacado, soon to go purchase a
white Diablo
Niggas know my motto, lets get
money, Macho Camacho
Applaud another rapper,
lets go collect the nacho
Oh shit, hope you
don't slip, another murder commit
The episode
comin on Teen Summit
Little corny nigga talk
too quick, think he slick
Throwin a brick,
yappin off, lyin on his dick
Too late, you'll
be the type o' nigga that I love to
hate
Brutally bust ya shit like a nigga turned
primate
Time of the year, feel great, clean
slate
Throw a nickle plate, property shoppin
to but a landscape
How they say street niggas
'ill never have
Now we possess the 5S wit the
cherry red Nav
Doin things like signin
graffiti on autograph
Gettin so much money
staff calculate the math
Laugh you know the
half, eyin in the stash
Mediatin watch the
wind blow the blunt ash
You had a blast , now
how long you gonna last
Ice grillin for
nothing, you make yoself ass
Brace yoself one
more time, know what i mean dun
Violate cross
the foul line, it be yo last one

(Chorus
til end)