Keepin' It Tight - Busta Rhymes

Yeah, Flipmode Squad

Yeah, there ain’t nothing iller

Busta Rhymes got another killer

Niggas be gambling, playing Cee Lo

We be getting money at casinos

Gamble my money like gambinos

Scarface look like Al Pacino

Now my pockets got muscles like Lou Ferrigno

Copped the hot shit, big up my nigga Premo

Stack loot with my nigga Dino and Enno (Julio)

Spliff and my other nigga Chico

Uno dos tres quatro cinco (Gimme five)

Count from ten all the way back to zero

Set it off rep.

from here to Puerto Rico

Runnin' the bitches mixed with black and Flilpino

Trick in the hide or on the niko

Caught the round trip to Santo Domingo

My nigga Spliff criminal like Max Remo

Thug think he loud then show me your hero

Nigga tried to play me on the D-Low

Tried to short me a couple gram on a kilo

Thought we didn’t know better oh yeah we know

Stepping them niggas for what its gon be yo

Niggas spend money and fuck a free show

Get in with shorty who whip in a little Geo

Derelict niggas get left by the seashore

Lock up a nigga and sabotage the keyhole

Alright y’all (alright)

You know we keepin' it tight y’all (real tight, what?)

That’s how we doin' it (ha, that’s how we doin' it)

That’s how we doin' it (yeah, that’s how we doin' it)

Alright y’all (alright)

You know we wildin' all night y’all (all night y’all)

That’s how we doin' it (ha, that’s how we doin' it)

That’s how we doin' it (yeah, that’s how we doin' it)

Yo, guess who coming through for dinner (Who)

Busta Rhymes bringing another winner

Coming with another all night thriller (Yo yo)

Shit bang through your bass kicker

The more hot shit, the more you move quicker

Shit’ll make the club crowd a little thicker

Nigga in a club fronting like a killer

You ain’t eating my nigga, you lookin thinner

Now you a sinner a partier beginner

You better off if you dance to «Who Got The Keys To My Bimma»

You a killer but you never pulled a trigger

How that calculate money yo how you figure

Yo, another homerun hitter my nigga

Yo we ain’t over hit you with a refiller

We keep it moving never label me a quitter

Flipmode baby you could call me flipper

She wildin we wildin along with her

My nigga put me on told me she a stripper

Fronting like he don’t really wanna be with her

He told me handle my business cause he already did her

He says she used to be the seed’s babysitter

Fuck a sloppy second hit the highest bidder for realla

Keep the champagne in the chiller

Keep it cold while I hit you with another wig-splitter

Alright y’all (alright)

You know we keepin' it tight y’all (real tight, what?)

That’s how we doin' it (ha, that’s how we doin' it)

That’s how we doin' it (yeah, that’s how we doin' it)

Alright y’all (alright)

You know we wildin' all night y’all (all night y’all)

That’s how we doin' it (ha, that’s how we doin' it)

That’s how we doin' it (yeah, that’s how we doin' it)

Alright y’all (alright)

You know we keepin' it tight y’all (real tight, what?)

That’s how we doin' it (ha, that’s how we doin' it)

That’s how we doin' it (yeah, that’s how we doin' it)

Alright y’all (alright)

You know we wildin' all night y’all (all night y’all)

That’s how we doin' it (ha, that’s how we doin' it)

That’s how we doin' it (yeah, that’s how we doin' it)