rush it when you gettin' ready to taste it Baby I love it, the way you rub it And the way you lace it and rush it when you gettin' ready to taste it
gettin' ready to taste it Chorus [Hook] Girl I know you wanna (Taste it, taste it, taste it) Yeah I like it the way you always get down and (Taste it, taste it, taste it
' ready to taste it [Chorus] [Hook] Girl I know you wanna (Taste it, taste it, taste it) Yeah I like it the way you always get down and (Taste it, taste it, taste it
and sending in and getting in and you know we gotta do it and take it to another place gotta taste it and I gotta grab it and I gotta cut all through
heart is in it Vocals laid by the Ice,tempos tight and precise Special effects will be created by an editor's splice The funk is in it,ya dig it so stop that frontin' Bust
frontin',no playin' Say exactly whats up,understand what I'm sayin' Ban me,try it,you might cause a riot What the radio won't play,the underground will supply it
gotta see it to believe it, it's quite a sight They're all on the tip to get a sip Of this poetic performer that's fully equipped [ ROUND 1: MC Taste
http://www.elyricsworld.com/killin'_em_lyrics_busta_rhymes.html You wanna impress me, start manning up Say something that sound like you pissed standing up You lucky I made it
(featuring Busta Rhymes) Busta Rhymes and SWV Puff Daddy Remix One time, blowin' your mind (And you don't stop, remix) You're the one for me You can call
We do it, still get to it, undisputed, who wulda knew it, We still da truest, shrooted, move it, they aint doin it like we do it, do it [Chorus: 2x]
between playing to win and sin is thin But I walk it with grace and I talk it with taste I am that raw, simply put and I rest my case It's elementary
neck-a-lace Tell me true statues had to move they neck to this Didn't you, didn't you... and it, and it, and it and it don't stop, bust it "Gotta
grown shit It's the Thelonious, super microphonist You know us, this rap shit we 'bout to own it You know it, 'cause you can feel it in your throat Say it
, had it's five seconds of fame Now it's time to throw a wrench all up in they game We trek this battlefield life With words to sleigh the doubters, expect no knives It
The real make the fake niggas kneel And lose appetites when you taste nigga's steel My rhymes are what it take to get a deal That make it real I'm like
