Busta Rhymes — Breakin’ Rules

Breakin Rules (Feat Busta Rhymes) [Busta Rhymes - Chorus] Now put your hands up Baby I wanna see you move If you wanna get it poppin than show me just how you do You can either give me head or fuck my whole crew If you into breaking rules than listen to what you do [The Game] So put your hands up Nigga I wanna see your jewels If you never met a gangsta I show you just how we do If you blink or move you on the 9 o clock news I’m riding with flipmode You ain't fucking with my crew [Busta Rhymes - Verse 1] Being that gangsta nigga game tied Combine a great mind with Dr Dre outside the club You form a great line You not a thug you ain't even in the club nigga Roll up in the spot with a bunch of ceder block blood niggas Scud missiles launch, holla like a bud nigga Don’t stop, make the bitches follow (?) While you ponder on my moves Shit is kinda strange flipmode aftermath bank account number change Since day 1 nigga east coast stompin Game told me come through take a lil trip to Compton The way they live around here the shit is evident They do how like we buy weed down on (?) on President (Westside) Same hood shit homes You know we do it proper At the Vibe award my Ratchet woulda really repped the Doctor nigga Look close you see the damage I’m bringing Aftermath nigga thats the band Im swinging [Chorus] [The Game] You think you got a nigga shook right What you look like In the club only Yankee fitted with a red light Look left look right Nigga we don’t tuck ice Me and Busta Rhymes shine like Diesel truck lights Styling with my chucks on Gold chain plus stones On the stores track I run the city like Puff Combs And ever since they put Buss on We be dropping gangsta shit while my competition making love songs I got no problem watching Snoop getting his cuz on Thank Jimmy Iovine for letting me put the buzz on it They say I’m borderline disrespectful I tell em suck my dick long as my wrist and neck glow I put chicks on xo then show em the breast stroke Hurricane game I splash and let her legs go Far as my checks go got cribs in escrow In three years flat Im crowned king of the west coast [Chorus] [The Game] Im bout the only rapper that ain't been jacked How was that? cuz I pack that mack Don’t make me clap cuz I going off yack On a Scott Storch track So sniff these lines while I chop that crack You can sip that surp while we flip these birds B stars flipmode thats what you heard coming out that trunk I pump that base with a red bandana tied around my face And a Louie V belt wrapped around my waist Im so ridiculous, ignorant thats just how I was raised Inconsiderate, belligerent and niggas would say I ain't finish another album without f-ckin with Dre He can’t finish Detox without f-ckin with me Cus I’m young and I’m sick and I’m CPT And I’m dumb and I’m rich niggas can’t see me With red beams on the S-C-O-P-E [Chorus] [Singing] B Stars and Flipmode, flipmode B Stars and Flipmode, flipmode B Stars and Flipmode, flipmode B Stars and Flipmode, flipmode