Blowing The Speakers - Busta Rhymes

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

Yeah, we turnin' the heat up again (Uh)

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)

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)

Vary solago 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 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

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)

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)