N.T.
Busta Rhymes & Q-Tip

[Q-Tip]

Yo. Niggas be on the mic, they be all serious...

I'd love to be serious but... effortless shit

Effortless... effa-efortless. Mmm-hmm.

Turn my music up, Duro. Yo, yo, you my hero

Make the shit get loud-a. Even more in my headphones loud-a

Uh. Sweetheart, shake yo' ass cheeks

Bust it. Mmm-hmmm. Mmm-hmmm.


We gon' knock it down and put this

Rock solid Amplified shit up

Girl, it's like a sit-up.

So you betta send a letta to the betta

We cut the bank and takin' all the bankin' chedda

Girls get pretty-ed up

Then they comin' out the club. Rap cats, lock it up

Worldwide vision where

Everybody sees clear

I could get you ten here

Uh. Makes no fuss. Keep my shit plush

Compliment, I get blushed. That's just how a brotha is

Big Willy kids and we really run our jibs

Ladies, breathe easy. Let your man please thee

Uh. Takin' rhymes to another zone

Is your mother home? Cause we can get the moans

And stay strickly on a rhythemic notion, and

Keep the joint close for the commotion and

Keep movin' around. Movie stars

Buy a little car, buy out the bar


[Q-Tip (Meda Leacock)]

(All in...) ...for the people who move wit' me

(All in...) ...for the nights of ecstasy

(All in...) ...for the way we work and play, doin' it

Everyday. This is how I need to be

(All in...) ...for the people who roll wit' me

(All in...) ...for the nights of ecstasy

(All in...) ...for the people who work and play, doin' it

Everyday. This is how I need to be


[Q-Tip]

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, what?

We do it alive, blowin' the spot of this


Showin' to prove what rap is. (What is it?)

Marauder, pass the blue moon.

Hit 'chu wit' the ill tune

Ass cheeks move wit' the help of my jacket bloom

Insert the veteran

Who consecutively come wit' shit yet again

On the dance floor, chicks get horny

Hopin' that they all move on me

Word, for REAL for real

Do it hard for the love of the game

Pull your card and I'm askin' yo' name, bitch

Jay-Dee be champion

Tip be stylin' and definin' yo' chick, best compan-ion

I'd advise you to fix your self, for real

And do your shit wit' more zeal. (More zeal.)

We in the mix and it's thickenin'

My rhyme and it's tickin' in

The hatin' and the shit is so sickenin'

Picasso, original. ('Riginal.)

You forg-azy and the shit amaze me

Sharpen your contrast and put a little color in it

High Define your screen and put this brotha in it


[Q-Tip (Meda Leacock)]

(All in...) ...for the people who move wit' me

(All in...) ...for the nights of ecstasy

(All in...) ...for the way we work and play, doin' it

Everyday. This is how I need to be

(All in...) ...for the people who roll wit' me

(All in...) ...for the nights of ecstasy

(All in...) ...for the people who work and play, doin' it

Everyday. This is how I need to be

(All in...) ...for the people who move wit' me

(All in...) ...for the nights of ecstasy

(All in...) ...for the way we work and play, doin' it

Everyday. This is how I need to be

(All in...) ...for the people who roll wit' me

(All in...) ...for the nights of ecstasy

(All in...) ...for the people who work and play, doin' it

Everyday. This is how I need to be. (Need to be...)


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