N.T.

歌词

N.T. [Q-Tip] for real though who really got sent flown on the edge got the ledge hangin' out of the window bird chest niggas witcha (winderous fearaf?) fuck around you'll be (hemps meat) inside of a meal sack puny little bucks better hit the jake but that doesn't mean nothin to the heart within you cramped up you and your team

I'm amped up and you asses can't dib me bead my shine what the fuck is on your mind?

Little weakling rappers better hit the grind

Other brothers ain't motivated they can't do it

Not only did i penetrate it

I ran through it

My music comes on and we march at the dance

Inside of your mind or inside of my pants?

Musical intention that we have is vast

You sick?

Drink a Ny

Quil well i'm dead on your ass

Oh well then here comes the gellatiin

Tips on some sugars but you yap on your sellin' friends

Now your party is completely blown

Real name is

Kamal i'm in completely zone

It's rap time for you that means nap time

Preachin from my joint what the fuck

I'ma clap mine

Singin songs of 6 pence it's intense surpise your ass at the end like the sixth sense heavy hitters knockin shit out the park you couldn't even really play tell me why did you start spittin sharp blades laced with bleach you wanna play around kid

I'm not a walk at the beach a stroll in the park or your fuckin playground put on your headphones tell me how grenades sound put on your walkmase and go underneath the town

Q-Tip abstract how

I gets down

Chorus: [Busta Rhymes]

All my bitches, dance if you know that you dam sure

Let your pussy drip on the dance floor if you wanna [Q-Tip] get down [Busta Rhymes] fuck that niggas that bust gats better let em in 'fore they rush that cuz they wanna [Q-Tip] get down [Busta Rhymes] blick shit piano sick shit [Q-Tip] get down [Busta Rhymes] chill you can get off my dick and [Q-Tip] get down [Busta Rhymes] while

I'm on the hook get on your good foot and blow up the spot for all of you niggas cuz that's how we [Q-Tip] get down [Q-Tip] comin with the brand new quickly we pan to the young black man with intentions to ban you seems that people need an aid today so many fade away so many fiend to stay

I really rhyme cuz

I feel I should say things

While the fraudulent act raps just so they cop rings

Or maybe because when they was young

They was fronted on and left alone to have they own fun

Now they've all grown up to be assholes

I'm giving you the rope will you tie up the lassos

You swing dangling from peach trees

While I sip my

Daqaris in the south west breeze

Writing so exciting the pen it keeps

Drippin out gems that's converted to hems and then