Throw It Up

Dwayne Carter, Trevor Smith Jr., Christopher Bridges

Yeah, I'm back to drive you crazy
With the hottest shit in the street (ow)
No ifs, ands or maybes
Everybody gather around from here to little Haiti
'Cause it's Busta (Luda) and (Young Weezy Baby)
With Flip Mode and DTP, shit be gettin' ugly
Weezy, tell 'em what you rep (I represent Young Money)
Yeah, I know you got me homie (Busta-Bust, I got you)
Real talk (I'm goin' in)
Get 'em killa

I'm about to blast off, call it rocket science
Daddy Fat Stacks, check my pocket size
And if you wanna try it, c'mon and try it
You don't want beef, I'll put you on a diet
I'm comin' through your house with them choppers firin'
And all adults die, leave the toddlers cryin'
I've been a soldier, never met Private Ryan (uh-uh)
Hey, welcome to the jungle and I'm the lion (ah)
I'm dippin' in my coupe with the top behind me
I'm not the president, but I see cops behind me
Well fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, and they can not stop me
So I will be drivin' like Ricky Bobby
It's my prerogative like Whitney's Bobby
I'm skatin' on blades like Sidney Crosby (that's hockey)
Sharper than a Ginsu, shawty
You not Beyonce, but I can get you bodied

Now you know what we about to do, we goin' full throttle
Niggas go and toss your champagne, and throw a fuckin' bottle
Throw it up (you know we got 'em)
Throw it up (you know we got 'em)
Throw it up (you know we got 'em)
Throw it up (you know we got 'em, I got 'em, Luda)

I throw it up like a cap and tassel (yeah), I got my rap diploma (oh)
I throw it up like the gangs in Southern California (ha)
I got them burners on you (yeah)
Have you lookin' at a Russian Ruger (yeah)
Have you lookin' like a human torch (what?)
Then have you lookin' like Freddy Krueger (woo)
So don't be sleepin' on me (uh), this ain't a fuckin' dream (no)
I pass the rock to these jays like I'm on they fuckin' team (ugh)
But I ain't slangin' dope (nope), I slang Luda-vision (yeah)
Hip-Hop's God in these jeans, now that's true religion (ah)
You couldn't fill my shoes (no), you couldn't fill my Jockey (no)
My niggas fight over ice like we been playin' hockey (baow)
I hope you get the goal (yeah), I hope you get the point (yeah)
I'm on a roll with this paper, I hope you get the joint
I hope you fire it up (up), I hope it burn slow (slow)
I welcome chicks to my nest, I let these birds know (woo)
And eagles fly alone (yeah), so I'm about to take flight (flight)
And throw it up like ya girl's dress on prom night (woo)

Now you know what we about to do, we goin' full throttle
Niggas go and toss your champagne, and throw a fuckin' bottle
Throw it up (you know we got 'em)
Throw it up (you know we got 'em)
Throw it up (you know we got 'em, ha)
Throw it up (you know we got 'em)

When I spit, niggas be askin', "Who that?" It be the God
And I know you niggas really wonder how the hell I do that
And the way that I come through and kill every single thing when I rhyme
Nevermind, niggas can't compete when I spit and do the beat same time
(Bring the beat back) My fans will leave your fuckin' ass leakin'
For sayin' you nicer than me, hypothetically speakin'
Cool and Dre bring the fuckin' beat back for no reason (rewind it)
Niggas know my rep and know me for always beastin', okay
When they see me, they stutter, niggas know where I'm from
Scoo-noo-noo-noo-noo, ba-ba-bing, like they speakin' in tongues (oh)
I single-handedly move like a thousand niggas kick on
Tramplin' niggas like a heard of hippos (nigga)
When I get hot, I pop like oil, that's when they call me crisco (bitch)
That's when I seek revenge like the Count of Monte Cristo
Crack niggas like Nabisco (ah), swallow a fifth for 'Sisco (hey)
A gangsta cat markin' territory wherever the piss go (woo)
Now that I'm pissy drunk, why the hell you wanna thug and holla (ha)
I'll change that and have you consider studyin' Kabbalah (shit)
They nicknamed me Kamala (hey), kinda like the Ugandan giant (uh)
Flattenin' niggas with my foot, who wanna try it?

Now you know what we about to do, we goin' full throttle
Niggas go and toss your champagne, and throw a fuckin' bottle
Throw it up (you know we got 'em)
Throw it up (you know we got 'em)
Throw it up (you know we got 'em, ha)
Throw it up (you know we got 'em)
When the game was gettin' weak and everybody started whinin'
And when the streets needed us, we came with perfect timin'
Throw it up (you know we got 'em)
Throw it up (you know we got 'em)
Throw it up (you know we got 'em)
Throw it up (you know we got 'em)

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La chanson “Throw It Up” de Busta Rhymes a été composée par Dwayne Carter, Trevor Smith Jr., Christopher Bridges.

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