Busta Rhymes and Bell Biv DeVoe - Outta My Mind

Ayo club shouldn't be open unless I'm in that motherfucker, come on!
Come on (ay!)
What, ay, what
It's already starting to feel like it's that time again
Okay
Now I want everybody to do what they know they supposed to do
'Cause y'all know who in this bitch
The Conglomerate, front and center, come on!

Look here, see they calling in Trick
Back in the spot to make them mob again, bitch
Bitch, Bust' Rhymes a god damn snitch
The cannon 'bout to blow, let them niggas know quick, shit
Oh god, no, that nigga gon' flip
Spitch, spatch, cut, a nigga face kicked
A hole atop your fucking head, bang
'Cause I'm in love with bodying shit like newlyweds, damn
Now is the time, let me hear you say ho (ho)
Hands up because I say so (yo)
Turn full, my niggas lets go
Like don't you see how we got 'em, we here to get dough
Oh, shit (what?), they better get with us
Straight (straight) black (black) out shit my niggas
Ay, look, ay, you know the way we do it (the Conglomerate)
It's coming and we 'bout to run through it

It's drivin' me out of my mind!
That's why it's hard for me to find
Can't get it out of my head!
Watch the way we kill 'em, you gotta love it!
Don't this hit make my niggas wanna

Wait, one sec, ay homie what's hood
Bouncing on the beat like the way you niggas should (oh!)
Look, now watch me, just leaving over stamp (champ!)
Like they be spitting the shit that other niggas can't (can't, can't, can't, no!)
It's never gonna end
I bounce right back and shit on them again
Sit back and watch other niggas bleed (yeah, yeah!)
But then I come to give y'all the shit you need, right there!
Oh, you know I come and knock shit down
Mi don't care, I know that them frown
Freddie chop the beat while I'm shining my crown
And reinstate the boom bap and redefine sound
Ground trash niggas who sit back thinking they could run
I could live with the street crack and give you what you want
Yeah, I know what's up bitch, dressed out chill for a minute, bring the chorus back, leggo

It's drivin' me out of my mind!
That's why it's hard for me to find
Can't get it out of my head!
Watch the way we kill 'em, you gotta love it!
Don't this hit make my niggas wanna

Hop and I skip every time I drop that
A lot of you trash and you need to stop that (now!)
Tell me how can you not do the shit that makes the game proud
Tuck drop it and roll, the fire gonna blaze in here
Now do I make myself clear
Watch, keep the weight that I beat them up to
I'm done
Make them run
Bounce bitch, one
You know that everything good
Crowd in this bitch, need some elbow room, uh
Uh, we 'bout to heat it up some more
I hope all my niggas is keeping up (feed 'em up)
I will eat your food until I leave
Or 'til a nigga can't breathe
We run shit, control the block, and all of that (all of that)
Now I'm tired of talking bring the chorus back (contact)

It's drivin' me out of my mind!
That's why it's hard for me to find
Can't get it out of my head!
Watch the way we kill 'em, you gotta love it!
Don't this hit make my niggas wanna

Written by:
Trevor George Smith Jr., Ricky Bell, Michael Bivins, Ronnie DeVoe

Publisher:
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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