"Don't Get Carried Away" lyrics

[Busta Rhymes:]
Doctor, yeah
I think we got some shit for 'em (Flipmode!)
Yeah, I'm 'a rub these sticks together
Check it and start a bonfire

And if you don't see it, y'all niggas can't fuck with our
Flipmode movement - bounce in your truck to us
Y'all get stupid - don't try to fuck with us
Because you will get carried away, yeah, you'll get carried away

Now, I'm subtle, once I pick up my metal
Put my foot on the pedal, ridin' through every ghetto
Analyze the shit I'm seein' when I sip Amaretto
A lot of bitches on the strip, struttin' in their stilettos
Then they wave and say hello, when my Lambo' is yellow
Everything, they got a jingle when they walk like a Jell-O
See the niggas on the corner and I never forget it
And I never regret it because I see how you get it
Now because of you niggas, I'm a hustler nigga
'Gnac guzzler nigga, rip your jugular, nigga
In the night, I become the type to love when it's dark
'Cause when I pull up and park, is when I'm makin' my mark
See, the facts that I'm tryin' to strive and capitalize in
Start to maximize and build a enterprise
And while I'm stockin' this bread, keep a-stockin' the lead
And leave a permanent dot on the top of your head

And if you don't see it, y'all niggas can't fuck with our
Flipmode movement - bounce in your truck to us
Y'all get stupid - don't try to fuck with us
Because you will get carried away, yeah, you'll get carried away

[Nas:]
Ill will, Flipmode!
I'm the enigma, there is none harder, smarter
Martyr, godfather, my entrance, your departure
Pardon Dre, this beat is a monster, catchy
Like sleepin' under open windows that's drafty
Then wakin' up, my throat scratchy, that's how I spit it Nasty
They're short, a few inches North of a dwarf
My flow's Murciélago, ghostin' them narcos
Toastin' the ways of the original Pablos
Still a pyramid architect, mix liquors like a chemist
Killer lyricist, poetical tyrant
Sneaker-store terrorist, Mt. Everest, I climbed it
Heat is drawn, no creepin' on me whenever I'm bent
My Mind Spray, my nine spray
And freak styles like 3000 André
To keep pilin', keep pushin' them drops
Nas, runnin' with hot Busta Bust, we don't stop

[Busta Rhymes:]
And if you don't see it, y'all niggas can't fuck with our
Flipmode movement - bounce in your truck to us
Y'all get stupid - don't try to fuck with us
Because you will get carried away, yeah, you'll get carried away

Now I'm hot, and we runnin' the block
Watch me run in your spot, fiends comin' in flocks
Add a little cut to the coke when I'm cookin' the pot
(Drugs, bitch) I got what you want, come and get what I got
Now, I almost forgot, I come to close up your shop
I love to fold up a knot, love totin' the Glock
Helps me feel safer when niggas try to scheme on my plot
Try to steal paper from me, you gotta deal with a lot
See, I will leave you to rot, only defendin' my stock
Niggas know they're pussy and struggle to pretend that they're not
Lose your life in the drop, while I harvest the crop
My hot shit; bust a cannon, have you run in your socks
See, we live on the edge, bang shit with a sledgehammer
Split up your head, kill a snitch for the feds
Let's go, for the streets, I'm always spittin' a gospel
Get Nas, holdin' a barrel size of elephant nostril

And if you don't see it, y'all niggas can't fuck with our
Flipmode movement - bounce in your truck to us
Y'all get stupid - don't try to fuck with us
Because you will get carried away, yeah, you'll get carried away