Busta Rhymes - Hot Fudge Lyrics

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Yo I rearrange your wholesome change

Complicate your vision and make the world look strange

Try to remain calm but yet you still feel perspiration

Drip from the top of your lip losing concentration

Don't you try to front like we got some type affiliation

Bought yourself a piece you shit to try and avoid the confrontation

Fear me it's in your bloodstream feel the circulation

Permenantly trife and affecting life like ammunization

Oh shit I've got you feeling nervous on purpose

I love bring that shit right at you door to door service

Instantaneous you will still get your shit bust

(Bust)

Only spontaneous all that shit talk is miscellaneous

You be rolling shady we gonn' establish all the shadyist

Yet all of my black peoples be the most craziest

Numerals of funerals every day

When I take a closer look of all my niggas around my way

Ha yeah I love to dig from deep within making your head spin

Hot fudge coming on in good Lord

Hot fudge coming on in good Lord

Hot fudge coming on in good Lord

Hot fudge

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Da da do dee da do da de do da da ohh ohh ohh

Do da do dee da do da de do da da oww oww oww

Aeiyo you look like my man y'all look similiar

Alibis that niggas trying use like we familiar

Fuck that! You really need to check your criteria

Violating the world annihilate your whole area

Been in this too long to allow niggas to try to take mine

23 years deep and I still exist as Busta Rhymes!

Aeiyo I'm in this to win this gets down to handle my buisiness

While I be Busta Rhymes you still be whoever your name is

In my past life the world felt my mega blast

Now in my present life I'ma still bust your fucking ass

Yo it's been predicted ever since I was a child

Getting addicted to candy bars I was still wicked

Drop jewels on many fools while my niggas pack tools

In '89 when we signed this Leaders Of The New School

Four lyrical Schwarzeneggers rolling like commanders

Wrecking shit hit after hit while we set the standards

Back then came leaders of the 'New it was like a dream come true

You could scream on the mic and do what you gotta do

In the meantime I show improved and stick my lagoon theory

Scream at the top of my lungs until you fuckers hear me

Yo I love to dig from deep within making your head spin

Hot fudge coming on in good Lord

Hot fudge coming on in good Lord

Hot fudge coming on in good Lord

Hot fudge coming

Da da do dee da do da de do da da ohh ohh ohh

Do da do dee da do da de do da da oww oww oww

Da da do dee da do da ohh ohh ohh

Do da do dee da do da oww oww oww

Numerals of funerals everyday

Numerals of funerals everyday

Numerals of funerals everyday

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