Don’t Touch Me Lyrics – Busta Rhymes
Singer: Busta Rhymes
Title: Don’t Touch Me
This is a national security alert
Ground Music, Flip Mode, Aftermath, here we go
Back with the most venomous rap
It be the godfather of the club banger let me hear you clap
You can applause and from the very beginnin’
You can give me a standin’ ovation while I’m bangin’ your face in
With another banger I call it the cliffhanger
Watch me mangle and strangle this whole rap sh#t
You could see the way I make ’em mad sick
From down bottom the way I got ’em give me my cash quick
Log on you better grab onto somethin’
Because I’m ’bout to shake sh#t again and make ’em black b#tch
Now you hear the shots ring off from b#tches takin’ everything off
Each other got ’em whylin’ runnin’ for cover
The King Kong, Big Foot gully with a scully
Bully of rap still ugly with the money runnin’ the trap
Now they givin’ me dap, as far as I’m concerned in this mu’f#cker
Like how I got ’em now they ready to snap
So don’t touch me n#gg#
Don’t touch me n#gg#
It’s gettin’ hot in this b#tch
We got ’em hot in this b#tch
We got ’em hot in this b#tch
We got ’em hot in this b#tch
Here we go
Now you see the alcohol spillin’ and we got ’em
Hands in the ceilin’, you know we only come to rattle the bulidin’
And break it on down just a little once again
Knowin’ we holdin’ the bank so let me keep the dice rollin’
And keep it traditional the way I keep my money fallin’
While you slackin’ on yo’ mackin’, Duke, we always keep it goin’
Right to the left, do it to death, now watch me
Come through with a chisel that make the game sizzle
And I, pull out the skillet, prepare for the cookin’
How I’m whylin’ n#gg#s wonderin’ when I’m gonna bring the hook in
Thugs ice grillin’ every time they get to lookin’
Got ’em whylin’ overseas all the way back to go Brooklyn
Now they ready to spaz ’cause we bring the best to them
sh#t that shut it down on the regular
That’s with the fly 80s’ n#gg# that was whippin’ in a Cressida
Fresher than, most of these n#gg#s, killin’ the rest of the
Fellas that was thinkin’ that they as rushin’ in and bustin’ in
But the way we was doin’, we was musclin’ their hustlin’
So don’t touch me n#gg#
Don’t touch me n#gg#
It’s gettin’ hot in this b#tch
We got ’em hot in this b#tch
We got ’em hot in this b#tch
We got ’em hot in this b#tch
Here we go
You don’t really want it my dude
I’m sayin’ most my n#gg#s is rude
And when we come we eat a n#gg# food
Back to the fact in the matter at hand
For me to come in control this whole sh#t, was only part of the plan
The other part of the plan is for you to understand
That nothin’ could f#ck with the kid, let me say it again
The Broad Back be, Busta Bus back to put out the trash
And just for the record, we got it on smash, now
How the f#ck they even got the audacity
The fire marshall come and try to talk about capacity
Every time I’m in the spot, I hope you know it has to be
Extremely packed to shut it down, you’ll probably cause a tragedy
Don’t you know that when I’m in the place I change the mood again
I be whylin’ wit raunchy b#tches and a bunch of hooligans
Now don’t get it f#cked up just because I flaunt it
n#gg#s think that they can test me, bring it if you really want it
See I be the type to always beat you to the punch faster
I keep a smile on my face, but carry the Bushmaster
So don’t touch me n#gg#
Don’t touch me n#gg#
It’s gettin’ hot in this b#tch
We got ’em hot in this b#tch
We got ’em hot in this b#tch
We got ’em hot in this b#tch
Keep it goin’
You already know I said it word to mother
sh#t is so hot you n#gg#s think it’s cold in up the summer
Shh, calm the noise down let’s get a little quiet
‘Cause the neighbors call the police they know we cause riots
And they know that we’ll have them thinkin’ they dancin’ with the devil
When they play the music turn the volume to the highest level
You got it right
Let’s keep the bomb goin’ like we lit a stick of dynamite
Bow you know you need to follow whenever you hear the God spit
You see me n#gg# back in the cockpit
Out to gettin’ this money I give you all a stock tip
Perspire by a n#gg# till you see the sweat drop drip
So don’t touch me n#gg#
Don’t touch me n#gg#
It’s gettin’ hot in this b#tch
We got ’em hot in this b#tch
We got ’em hot in this b#tch
We got ’em hot in this b#tch
Here we go
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