Gutter 2 the Fancy Ish

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Busta Rhymes

Trevor Tahiem Smith, Jr., (born May 20, 1972), better known by his stage name Busta Rhymes, is an American rapper, producer and actor. Chuck D of Public Enemy gave him the alias Busta Rhymes after NFL wide receiver George "Buster" Rhymes. Early in his career, he was known for his wild style and fashion, and today is best known for his intricate rapping technique, which involves rapping at a fast rate with lots of internal rhyme and half rhyme, and to date has received eleven Grammy nominations for his musical work. About.com included him on its list of the 50 Greatest MCs of Our Time (1987–2007), while Steve Huey of Allmusic called him one of the best and most prolific rappers of the '90s. In 2012, The Source placed him on their list of the Top 50 Lyricists o… more »

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2001

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Busta Rhymes and Angie Mar-ti-nez 
Sippin' on mar-tinis 
Check it out now, check it out now, see'mon, see'mon 

[Chorus] 
Now let's take it from the gutter to the fancy shit, see'mon 
Make you really want to do the nasty shit, see'mon 
Bounce all night and wave ya hands and shit 
Every time we come through, me and my mans and shit 

Let me get my girls, drink a couple grand and shit 
Angie, I love the way we form a plan and shit, see'mon 
You know we got 'em lovin how we movin 'em crazy 
How we put it down you love the way we doin it baby 

Yo, lemme talk, shit, prepare for the worst 
Oops spit on a verse, she call me like she got the gat in the purse 
Niggas need to rehearse (you) 
Lay you on a stretcher like you caught a heart attack in the church 
Reverse in the hearse, another body bring me the nurse 
Make you react first 
Shoot the sound of my bounce, so when you hear my gat burst 
Ask me, we floss fancy, me and Angie 
Take shit beyond where niggas really can't see 
Flow freakin' yo' music together like we nasty 
When you pass the L baby, make sure you never pass me 
Do whatever we stack cheddar the smart way 
Blaze tree's and speed down the Pulaski Parkway 
In and out of them lanes, you know we whippin' all day 
Checkin' the passenger seat, pettin' my baby sharpei (woof) 
Loyal like Kemosabe, haters could never really harm me 
I rep for my niggas, you rep for Puerto Rico mami! 

Listen up, nigga get on the bus, ride with us 
Most high we trust, other than that 
Everybody suspect, don't bother come test 
Funk Flex blastin' with it, I'm masterin' it 
Linda Carter of the rap game 
With gold bangles on my wrists, latin' chicks on the map mayn 
Man the game plan's arran-gin 
A house on the hills of the main-land, get on board 
Step inside, arrest my eyes, I don't sleep 
Confess sometimes I roll deep 
Underestimating mine is to not know me 
I, analyze, every situation 
And I rise to any occasion 
And I, stays in, do me mode then I'm 
Runnin' the streets, in do me clothes with a 
Sweatsuit and a fresh pair of sneakers 
In the Benz Coupe, smokin weed or Cohibas

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