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Ron Browz

"Give Em What They Askin For"

[Intro/Hook]
They say we make the greatest HITS
So who am I, to dis-AGREE?
I hear the streets callin, y'all was lookin for ME
Everybody, was lookin for one thing
You lookin for something, well I got the something
Now every single person that was lookin for something
Well let me give 'em what they askin fo' - HEY!
Let me give 'em what they askin fo' - HEY, HEY!

[Busta Rhymes]
Hey - what'chu tryin to know?
I got the sick Southside and it ain't no joke
Hot cookin, sittin pretty, shiny smokes
Up in the fine cuisine, sup a little wine with my folks
A bunch of filthy rich n*ggas that be grindin the most
Bunch of ace of spade models makin champagne toasts
And I got, Armani suits, sick wrists on glow
A n*gga back, hittin harder than a 2x4
See them diamonds, yeah I bet'cha never seen 'em befo'
Drippin off a n*gga 'til the stones'll fall on the flo'
I'm throwin, money down the room to please myself
I'm into self-preservation so I freeze myself
See I'm so, dipped fresh I wanna squeeze myself
And do it so big sometimes I can't believe myself
No matter how hard a n*gga greed my wealth
See you can front if you want, the game need my help
Now let's GO~!

[Hook]

[Busta Rhymes]
Hey - how you ain't gon' choke
When you see five mills hangin off my throat?
We don't know about the drugs, but you know mines coke
Couple Venezuelan b*tches chillin on my boat
Now now now, a lot of n*ggas ridin on my coat
But I don't worry cause you know the difference is mines dope
E'rytime the hood's eatin n*gga they find hope
Ain't nuttin change same birdie hangin off my rope
Now listen - I got the 50 if you all want smoke
Just put your lips up to your fingers if you takin a toke
You see I gladly share the weed just never leave me the roach
When I get with b*tches in the building they be catchin the ghost
I'm sayin, go 'head and roam girl and giggle around me
Break your sh*t, the sh*t it start to wiggle around me
So, swaggnificent the sh*t won't stop
Just got the crib fit with airplane lights on top
Now let's GO~!

[Hook]

[Busta Rhymes]
Hey - how you all gon' sleep
When a n*gga like the groove but beepin on my creep
So serious, when you walk up on my street
The Violator hood n*ggas busy parkin my fleet
Of vehicles from East Europe I can hardly repeat
The names of, sh*t is strange but it's hard to defeat
How we do it and we kill 'em 'til there ain't nuttin left
I finish n*ggas e'rytime because we do it to death
Now let's GO~!

[Hook]

{*repeat "HEY" to fade*}

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