Busta Rhymes Put Your Hands Where My Eyes Could See (1997) Lyrics

Ahh yeah.. Flipmode..
Here we come..
Bout to bust and explode..

Flipmode.. Busta Bus.. (huh, what?)
Nine-seven (c'mon, what?)
Hot s___ (hah hah)
Check it out

{Verse One: Busta Rhymes}

Hit you with no delayin so what you sayin yo? (uh)
Silly with my nine milli, what the deally yo? (what?)
When I be on the mic yes I do my duty yo
Wild up in the club like we wild in the stud-io (uh)
You don't wanna VIOLATE n____ really and truly yo (uh)
My main thug n____ named Julio he moody yo (what?)
Type of n____ that'll slap you with the tool-io (blaow!)
b____ n____ scared to death, act fruity yo (uh)
f___ that! Look at shorty, she a little cutie yo (yeah)
The way she shake it make me wanna get all in the booty yo (whoo!)
Top miss, just hit the bangin b____es in videos (huh?)
Whylin with my freak like we up in the freak shows (d___)
Hit you with the s___ make you feel it all in your toes (yeah)
Hot s___ got all you n____z in wet clothes (take it off)
Stylin my metaphors when I formulate my flows (uh)
If you don't know you f___in with lyrical player pros, like that

{Chorus: Busta Rhymes}

Do you really wanna party with me?
Let me see just what you got for me
Put all your hands where my eyes can see
Straight buckwhylin in the place to be
If you really wanna party with me
Let me see just what you got for me
Put all your hands where my eyes can see
Straight buckwhylin in the place to be

{Verse Two: Busta Rhymes}

If you really wanna party with me.. In God We Trust (what?)
Yo it's a must that you heard of us yo we murderous (uh!)
A lot of n____z is wonderin and they furious (what?)
How me and my n____z do it, it's so mysterious (that's true)
Furious, all of my n____z is serious (huh!)
Shook n____z be walkin around fearin us (what?)
Front n____, like you don't wanna be hearin us (no!)
Gotta listen to hot radio yo be playin us (ahh)
Thirty time a day s___'ll make you delirious (what?)
Damaging everything all up in your areas
Yo it's funny how all the chickens be always servin us
All up in between they a__ where they wanna carry us (what!)
Hitcha good then I hit em off with the alias (what?)
Various, chickens they wanna marry us (hah)
Yo it's Flipmode my n____ you know we bout to bust! (uh!)
Seven figure money the label preparin us
Bite the dust, instead of you, makin a fuss (what?)
n____z know better cause there ain't no comparin us (nope)
Mad at us, n____z is never, we fabulous (yup!)
Hit my people off with the flow that be marvelous (hah!)
Ho-s___, my whole click victorious (yup!)
Takin no prisoners n____z is straight up warriors (what?)
While you feelin that I know you be feelin so glorious (uh)
Then I blitz and reminisce on my n____ Notorious

Like that, like that-tha-that-that
That that that, tha-that-that-that
Like that..

{Chorus: overlaps Busta chant}

If you really wanna party with me