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Busta Rhymes - Blowing The Speakers Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah (Yeah), Murda on the beat so it's not nice
Yeah (Yeah)
And yeah (And yeah)
Yeah

[Chorus]
We turnin' the heat up again (Yeah)
We fuckin' the beat up again (Yeah)
We fuckin' the street up again (Yee)
We blowin' the speakers again (Yeah)
In my Ferragana-Ferragamo (Uh)
While they fear the God, I fear the problem (Uh)
Bitch, we be comin' to win (Yeah)
Yes, we came a long way from the bottom
We turnin' thе heat up again (Uh)
We fuckin' the bеat up again (Yeah)
We fuckin' the street up again (Yeah)
We blowin' the speakers again (Woop)
In my Ferragana-Ferragamo (Yeah)
While they fear the God, I fear the problem (Yeah)
Bitch, we be comin' to win (Uh)
Yes, we came a long way from the bottom (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
In a Panamera Porsche (Ugh)
Color marinara sauce (Ugh)
Color soundin' like I split a atom, put the body on a cross (Yeah)
Doin' this shit like you can't imagine
Even my bitches be whippin' Phantoms (Bitches be whippin' Phantoms)
My bitches drink flat tummy tea 'til all they shit all flatten (Yah)
See how we lettin' it go? (Damn)
Hannibal Lecter with flows (Damn)
Very selective with hoes
Despite I'm the ni*** she chose (Damn)
Get imported fabrics from Morocco (Yeah, yeah)
Ship with a ten million dollar condo (Yeah, yeah)
Just to me Macho Ca-Camacho (Yeah, yeah)
Leadin' the flacas, they gotta follow (Yeah)

[Chorus]
We turnin' the heat up again (Yeah)
We fuckin' the beat up again (Yeah)
We fuckin' the street up again (Yee)
We blowin' the speakers again (Yeah)
In my Ferragana-Ferragamo (Uh)
While they fear the God, I fear the problem (Uh)
Bitch, we be comin' to win (Yeah)
Yes, we came a long way from the bottom
We turnin' the heat up again (Uh)
We fuckin' the beat up again (Yeah)
We fuckin' the street up again (Yeah)
We blowin' the speakers again (Woop)
In my Ferragana-Ferragamo (Yeah)
While they fear the God, I fear the problem (Yeah)
Bitch, we be comin' to win (Uh)
Yes, we came a long way from the bottom (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2]
Let me take off my coat 'cause it's hot in this bitch (Hot in this bitch)
I been gettin' my dough, just talkin' my shit (Talkin' and livin')
'Bout to f*** with these hoes, follow the whip (Follow, follow)
And they know exactly what to do, follow the script
I'm in the gate and I'm countin' the profit
While shittin' on niggas, you never could stop it
Future Bugattis, you know I'ma cop it
Then kill on these niggas, you know, when I drop it
Niggas know already, niggas know the topic (Damn)
Jump up in this bitch and niggas know I got it (Damn)
It's all up in my blood, they know it's biologic (Yee)
You can give 'em all a new feast for the street
I'ma give 'em the food so my niggas can eat
When I'm livin' the truth, that's always when I speak
Now go stand on the couch, now go stand on the seat
And I make all you niggas play this on repeat
Watch me lift up the buildin' and f*** up the beat
While I spend all this money, I want a receipt
When you niggas cool off I'll be givin' you heat
And you know we'll be back to f*** up the streets

[Chorus]
We turnin' the heat up again (Yeah)
We fuckin' the beat up again (Yeah)
We fuckin' the street up again (Yee)
We blowin' the speakers again (Yeah)
In my Ferragana-Ferragamo (Uh)
While they fear the God, I fear the problem (Uh)
Bitch, we be comin' to win (Yeah)
Yes, we came a long way from the bottom
We turnin' the heat up again (Uh)
We fuckin' the beat up again (Yeah)
We fuckin' the street up again (Yeah)
We blowin' the speakers again (Woop)
In my Ferragana-Ferragamo (Yeah)
While they fear the God, I fear the problem (Yeah)
Bitch, we be comin' to win (Uh)
Yes, we came a long way from the bottom (Yeah)