"Whenever We Walk In" lyrics
Clinton Sparks & Busta Rhymes Lyrics
(feat. Spliff Star)
[Busta Rhymes:]
Now I'ma nail a coffin I'm tired of all you niggas
I fire upon you niggas with pliers to pull your fingers now die like you 'pose to nigga
Prior to roastin' niggas I iron a toast a nigga
End up a missin' person on flyers and posters (Bullets)
We fryin' up most your skin up and tyin' up both your limbs up
Higher than I can think of I carry you up the stairs 'cause
(I drop niggas off of roofs) tryin' to tear my strip up
And think foul 'cause I been around liars and lots of sinners
Think dyin' to rob your clique and go (Drink) on a lobster dinner with (Bitches)
That slob your dick a go (Slip) on a blouse that's thinner and (Set) motherfuckers up for me (Quick)
For the massive stick up that (Slip) out of town (Cop) a hundred (Brick) with a massive pick up (Shit)
If I'm not misakin' now tell me why you hatin'
'Cause my bitch done set you up she look like she's annihilate
Then I'll Richard Pryor your face and pop burners bullets'll sing out
I'll hit you again at your funeral and watch the choir sing out
We really don't give a fuck and
We really will fuck you up and
As I begin I burn like vodka and gin
My .38 barrel spin like some three wheel rims
We be sellin' out the park nigga I want in
I'm VIP at any club that I walk in check it
You know the rules whenever I'm talkin'
I get my bitch to [?] put in the purse and walk in
[Spliff Starr:]
You can talk like you iller act like you killer
But you still mean nothin' to me
And I'm a motherfuckin' G I put it work
Lock down the turf and have your block workin' for me
'Cause I'm a boss man travel across lands Japan
London, Miami I see that very wolf tan
Get on my grind still with money on my mind
Nigga we keep it movin' get money all the time yes
Haters watch try to be like us
Stayin' mad 'cause they can't be like us fucker
They front then I buck 'em
Respect my G my nigga or end up in the Hudson
Spliff Steezy gettin' low down and greazy
Any bitch that left me nowadays she need me
Fucker, but I don't love these hoes
So I keep 'em in flavours like airwork and timbo
[Busta Rhymes:]
We really don't give a fuck and
We really will fuck you up and
As I begin I burn like vodka and gin
My .38 barrel spin like some three wheel rims
We be sellin' out the park nigga I want in
I'm VIP at any club that I walk in check it
You know the rules whenever I'm talkin'
I get my bitch to [?] put in the purse and walk in
Now I'ma nail a coffin I'm tired of all you niggas
I fire upon you niggas with pliers to pull your fingers now die like you 'pose to nigga
Prior to roastin' niggas I iron a toast a nigga
End up a missin' person on flyers and posters (Bullets)
We fryin' up most your skin up and tyin' up both your limbs up
Higher than I can think of I carry you up the stairs 'cause
(I drop niggas off of roofs) tryin' to tear my strip up
And think foul 'cause I been around liars and lots of sinners
Think dyin' to rob your clique and go (Drink) on a lobster dinner with (Bitches)
That slob your dick a go (Slip) on a blouse that's thinner and (Set) motherfuckers up for me (Quick)
For the massive stick up that (Slip) out of town (Cop) a hundred (Brick) with a massive pick up (Shit)
If I'm not misakin' now tell me why you hatin'
'Cause my bitch done set you up she look like she's annihilate
Then I'll Richard Pryor your face and pop burners bullets'll sing out
I'll hit you again at your funeral and watch the choir sing out
We really don't give a fuck and
We really will fuck you up and
As I begin I burn like vodka and gin
My .38 barrel spin like some three wheel rims
We be sellin' out the park nigga I want in
I'm VIP at any club that I walk in check it
You know the rules whenever I'm talkin'
I get my bitch to [?] put in the purse and walk in
[Spliff Starr:]
You can talk like you iller act like you killer
But you still mean nothin' to me
And I'm a motherfuckin' G I put it work
Lock down the turf and have your block workin' for me
'Cause I'm a boss man travel across lands Japan
London, Miami I see that very wolf tan
Get on my grind still with money on my mind
Nigga we keep it movin' get money all the time yes
Haters watch try to be like us
Stayin' mad 'cause they can't be like us fucker
They front then I buck 'em
Respect my G my nigga or end up in the Hudson
Spliff Steezy gettin' low down and greazy
Any bitch that left me nowadays she need me
Fucker, but I don't love these hoes
So I keep 'em in flavours like airwork and timbo
[Busta Rhymes:]
We really don't give a fuck and
We really will fuck you up and
As I begin I burn like vodka and gin
My .38 barrel spin like some three wheel rims
We be sellin' out the park nigga I want in
I'm VIP at any club that I walk in check it
You know the rules whenever I'm talkin'
I get my bitch to [?] put in the purse and walk in
