Touch It (Backing Track) [In the Style of Busta Rhymes] Testo

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Aiyyo Swizzy, I told these niggaz I was comin back to bust they ass!!!
Ok! Remix! Part Two!

Get low Bus!
See now you who the God be, back runnin the city and you
know who the squad be
Flipmode bitch look see ain't nothin changed
Now I'm back with the remix with the Queens of the game
(Turn it up!)
When you see me in the spot you niggas better respect it
y'all already know where i rep ain't no reason to check it
and i know that you ain't fuckin with me just for the record
so instead i'm a let, mary j. blige come and set it

(Now get low Mary!) Maybe you can guess who it is (Uh huh)
Mary J. Blige about to handle my biz (Uh huh)
I'm on my grown woman still I rep for the kids
In every hood, and all my peoples doin a bid (Turn it up!)
Now you know who's really the queen deliver the mail
seven hundred thirty thousand first week of my sales the haters plot and they watch lookin all pale
while i'm on a yacht, overseas doin my nails

(Get low Digga!) Now he sittin there lookin stuck (Ha!)
He thinkin cause he spent a little dough I'm 'gon fuck
If money ain't a thang I'm sayin let a bitch know
Typed to empty a account, how far you willin to go (Turn it
up!)
Now he hopin on the jet he ain't wastin no time
told me all expense paid anyplace i could find
hit the islands in the winter trickin all on his dime
ain't a shorty in the world pussy better than mine, they
wanna

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Bus this is serious man!(Get low Missy!)
I'm jinglin baby, go 'head mami, don't I look charmin put
your lips up on me (Woo!!!)
Kiss it touch it, good, yes I wish you would (Turn it up!)
You like to see me when i dip baby dip (ha!)
don't it look like i got beyonce's hips
lookin like i could be nia long
boy you smokin that cheech and chong

(Get low Banks!) I know it feels like I been gone for a
minute
But I'm back chinchilla Ice on with a fitted
Everybody talk money everybody gonna run
with that bowl of bread smaller than the arm of a midget
(Turn it up!) and you know i'm doin my thing it's blue in
the ring
if you had it like this you probably do it the same
but you won't cause you broke all you do is complain
after the club, i'm a put a few in the range and let 'em

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(Get low Papoose!) Papoose, Pa-poose, had to get on this
club banger
Smack you in your mouth make you swallow your pulp razor
Pop a couple bottles laugh about it with Bus later
Bare witness I'm the young savior (Turn it up!)
I got staten island on my pinky queens on my dumb dude
the bronx on my middle finger screamin fuck you
rock ice in manhattan so there's the ring finger
you know i had to keep brooklyn on the trigger fin

(Get low X) Swizz is the monster, X is the beast
Fuckin wit Bus, man everyday is a piece
Stay off the streets, tired of talkin to y'all niggaz
I'ma stick a fork at y'all niggaz (Turn it up)
When i hit 'em, man that crunk gon get 'em man
Fucked up how i did 'em man (what)
Ain't no remorse for the corpse, truth is
Can't i.d. The body, nigga toothless

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(Get low Bus!) You see me you love me the streets declare me
God of the hood
You niggaz is watchin and wishin you could
Be claimin the throne the way I got it lock it mu'fuckers
What's good you tryin to stop it I'm wishin you would (Turn
it up)
Cause them i'm glad to hit you with the fact that the god is
immortal as spit
The way i be doin historical shit
Incase you and your niggas act like you aint know when i'm
informin your click
I take your bitch while i'm perfomin my shit

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