Match The Name With The Voice Lyrics
| Song | Match The Name With The Voice |
| Artist | Busta Rhymes |
| Artist | Flipmode Squad |
| Album | Genesis |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Fisher, Jones, Lewis, McNair ... | |
| Greatness, yeah, yeah | |
| Aiyo, turn the beat up a little bit louder | |
| Truck Volume | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah | |
| We bout to play a lil' game, match the name with the voice | |
| So when you pick your favorite emcee you makin' the right choice | |
| So who are you? | |
| Baby Sham, | |
| I'm known for the crud | |
| First night pops off with a couple of slugs | |
| And how you doin'? | |
| You see what | |
| I'm workin' wit, it's beyond rap | |
| Stick to the fact that chapped lips get convexed | |
| Palm that, look where the arm's at, nigga need to launch that | |
| Now tell me what the problem be, is that | |
| I'm scorching dem | |
| To flood these streets, hot not partially, cock back the toast | |
| Put your heart for free, so what it feels like to hear me crushin' a beat | |
| So who are you? | |
| The illest broad | |
| Digga, reppin' | |
| Brick City | |
| If I'm lying may the | |
| Lord come strike my left tittie | |
| And how you doin'? | |
| Undisputed metaphor rap queen, always cookin' up some shit | |
| Like mom's a crack fiend, so what's the word | |
| Strike a nerve when | |
| I'm speakin' | |
| Any emcee whether black or white, or | |
| Puerto Riquen | |
| I'm the big dog, you just a cat stuck in a tree | |
| Not one of y'all cocksuckers ****in' wit me | |
| So who are we? | |
| Got you gaspin' for air, hot shit mutha****as | |
| Throw your hands in the air | |
| Watch how we do it | |
| How we rep and yo we solemnly swear | |
| To put it down until it's over and our time is up here | |
| So who are you? | |
| Rampage, new tenant, pack big still | |
| ****, what ya heard, | |
| I'm ready to kill | |
| And how you doin'? | |
| Day criminal, street thug material | |
| Flipmode imperial, top breakin' officer | |
| **** around we warnin' ya, 21 gun salute6 official conrads, ain't afraid to shoot | |
| Niggas see us, we got them shakin' in they boots | |
| Flipmode, the streets, bigger than | |
| BayrootsSo who are you? | |
| Yeah, Spliff | |
| Starr, cunt crusher, gun busta | |
| Hard-to-toucha, one bad mutha****a | |
| And how you doin'? | |
| Gangsta bitch, deadly like cancerous | |
| I bring it where your parents live, show you what your status is | |
| Steam boil your cabbages, | |
| I can't take y'all nigaz faggotness | |
| You about to die, show him where his casket is | |
| You wanted beans, | |
| I had your hood under siege | |
| Guns get squeezed and bullets hit your knees | |
| So who are you? | |
| Bus a bus now, somethin' fo' sho' | |
| Keep 'em whilin' till somebody's left a leak on the flo' | |
| And how you doin'? | |
| We've been awaitin' the | |
| God, to make an under novel entry | |
| Controllin' everything in the yard | |
| Rugged like | |
| General Custard it seems | |
| How we crush grapefruit, niggaz, and make a mustard out of your team | |
| You know we hotter than the 4th of | |
| JulySo sit back and watch the fireworks show light up my name the sky | |
| So who are we? | |
| Got you gaspin' for air, hot shit mutha****as | |
| Throw your hands in the air | |
| Watch how we do it | |
| How we rep and yo we solemnly swear | |
| To put it down until it's over and our time is up here | |
| So who are you? |
| zuo ci : Fisher, Jones, Lewis, McNair ... | |
| Greatness, yeah, yeah | |
| Aiyo, turn the beat up a little bit louder | |
| Truck Volume | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah | |
| We bout to play a lil' game, match the name with the voice | |
| So when you pick your favorite emcee you makin' the right choice | |
| So who are you? | |
| Baby Sham, | |
| I' m known for the crud | |
| First night pops off with a couple of slugs | |
| And how you doin'? | |
| You see what | |
| I' m workin' wit, it' s beyond rap | |
| Stick to the fact that chapped lips get convexed | |
| Palm that, look where the arm' s at, nigga need to launch that | |
| Now tell me what the problem be, is that | |
| I' m scorching dem | |
| To flood these streets, hot not partially, cock back the toast | |
| Put your heart for free, so what it feels like to hear me crushin' a beat | |
| So who are you? | |
| The illest broad | |
| Digga, reppin' | |
| Brick City | |
| If I' m lying may the | |
| Lord come strike my left tittie | |
| And how you doin'? | |
| Undisputed metaphor rap queen, always cookin' up some shit | |
| Like mom' s a crack fiend, so what' s the word | |
| Strike a nerve when | |
| I' m speakin' | |
| Any emcee whether black or white, or | |
| Puerto Riquen | |
| I' m the big dog, you just a cat stuck in a tree | |
| Not one of y' all cocksuckers in' wit me | |
| So who are we? | |
| Got you gaspin' for air, hot shit mutha as | |
| Throw your hands in the air | |
| Watch how we do it | |
| How we rep and yo we solemnly swear | |
| To put it down until it' s over and our time is up here | |
| So who are you? | |
| Rampage, new tenant, pack big still | |
| , what ya heard, | |
| I' m ready to kill | |
| And how you doin'? | |
| Day criminal, street thug material | |
| Flipmode imperial, top breakin' officer | |
| around we warnin' ya, 21 gun salute6 official conrads, ain' t afraid to shoot | |
| Niggas see us, we got them shakin' in they boots | |
| Flipmode, the streets, bigger than | |
| BayrootsSo who are you? | |
| Yeah, Spliff | |
| Starr, cunt crusher, gun busta | |
| Hardtotoucha, one bad mutha a | |
| And how you doin'? | |
| Gangsta bitch, deadly like cancerous | |
| I bring it where your parents live, show you what your status is | |
| Steam boil your cabbages, | |
| I can' t take y' all nigaz faggotness | |
| You about to die, show him where his casket is | |
| You wanted beans, | |
| I had your hood under siege | |
| Guns get squeezed and bullets hit your knees | |
| So who are you? | |
| Bus a bus now, somethin' fo' sho' | |
| Keep ' em whilin' till somebody' s left a leak on the flo' | |
| And how you doin'? | |
| We' ve been awaitin' the | |
| God, to make an under novel entry | |
| Controllin' everything in the yard | |
| Rugged like | |
| General Custard it seems | |
| How we crush grapefruit, niggaz, and make a mustard out of your team | |
| You know we hotter than the 4th of | |
| JulySo sit back and watch the fireworks show light up my name the sky | |
| So who are we? | |
| Got you gaspin' for air, hot shit mutha as | |
| Throw your hands in the air | |
| Watch how we do it | |
| How we rep and yo we solemnly swear | |
| To put it down until it' s over and our time is up here | |
| So who are you? |
| zuò cí : Fisher, Jones, Lewis, McNair ... | |
| Greatness, yeah, yeah | |
| Aiyo, turn the beat up a little bit louder | |
| Truck Volume | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah | |
| We bout to play a lil' game, match the name with the voice | |
| So when you pick your favorite emcee you makin' the right choice | |
| So who are you? | |
| Baby Sham, | |
| I' m known for the crud | |
| First night pops off with a couple of slugs | |
| And how you doin'? | |
| You see what | |
| I' m workin' wit, it' s beyond rap | |
| Stick to the fact that chapped lips get convexed | |
| Palm that, look where the arm' s at, nigga need to launch that | |
| Now tell me what the problem be, is that | |
| I' m scorching dem | |
| To flood these streets, hot not partially, cock back the toast | |
| Put your heart for free, so what it feels like to hear me crushin' a beat | |
| So who are you? | |
| The illest broad | |
| Digga, reppin' | |
| Brick City | |
| If I' m lying may the | |
| Lord come strike my left tittie | |
| And how you doin'? | |
| Undisputed metaphor rap queen, always cookin' up some shit | |
| Like mom' s a crack fiend, so what' s the word | |
| Strike a nerve when | |
| I' m speakin' | |
| Any emcee whether black or white, or | |
| Puerto Riquen | |
| I' m the big dog, you just a cat stuck in a tree | |
| Not one of y' all cocksuckers in' wit me | |
| So who are we? | |
| Got you gaspin' for air, hot shit mutha as | |
| Throw your hands in the air | |
| Watch how we do it | |
| How we rep and yo we solemnly swear | |
| To put it down until it' s over and our time is up here | |
| So who are you? | |
| Rampage, new tenant, pack big still | |
| , what ya heard, | |
| I' m ready to kill | |
| And how you doin'? | |
| Day criminal, street thug material | |
| Flipmode imperial, top breakin' officer | |
| around we warnin' ya, 21 gun salute6 official conrads, ain' t afraid to shoot | |
| Niggas see us, we got them shakin' in they boots | |
| Flipmode, the streets, bigger than | |
| BayrootsSo who are you? | |
| Yeah, Spliff | |
| Starr, cunt crusher, gun busta | |
| Hardtotoucha, one bad mutha a | |
| And how you doin'? | |
| Gangsta bitch, deadly like cancerous | |
| I bring it where your parents live, show you what your status is | |
| Steam boil your cabbages, | |
| I can' t take y' all nigaz faggotness | |
| You about to die, show him where his casket is | |
| You wanted beans, | |
| I had your hood under siege | |
| Guns get squeezed and bullets hit your knees | |
| So who are you? | |
| Bus a bus now, somethin' fo' sho' | |
| Keep ' em whilin' till somebody' s left a leak on the flo' | |
| And how you doin'? | |
| We' ve been awaitin' the | |
| God, to make an under novel entry | |
| Controllin' everything in the yard | |
| Rugged like | |
| General Custard it seems | |
| How we crush grapefruit, niggaz, and make a mustard out of your team | |
| You know we hotter than the 4th of | |
| JulySo sit back and watch the fireworks show light up my name the sky | |
| So who are we? | |
| Got you gaspin' for air, hot shit mutha as | |
| Throw your hands in the air | |
| Watch how we do it | |
| How we rep and yo we solemnly swear | |
| To put it down until it' s over and our time is up here | |
| So who are you? |
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