Lyrics Busta Rhymes – Give Em What They Askin For

Intro/Chorus
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

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 niggaz that be grindin the most
Bunch of ace of spade models makin champagne toasts
And I got, Armani suits, sick wrists on glow
A nigga back, hittin harder than a 2×4
See them diamonds, yeah I bet’cha never seen ’em befo’
Drippin off a nigga ’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 nigga greed my wealth
See you can front if you want, the game need my help
Now let’s GO!

Chorus

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

Chorus

Hey — how you all gon’ sleep
when a nigga like the groove but beepin on my creep
So serious, when you walk up on my street
The Violator hood niggaz busy parkin my fleet
of vehicles from East Europe I can hardly repeat
the names of, shit is strange but it’s hard to defeat
How we do it and we kill ’em ’til there ain’t nuttin left
I finish niggaz e’rytime because we do it to death
Now let’s GO!

Chorus

repeat «HEY» to fade