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Correct Hot Fudge Lyrics
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Busta Rhymes
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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 ammunisation Oh shit, I've got you feeling nervous on purpose (Ha!) 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!) 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... 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 [repeat 12X]
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