Don't Get Carried Away Lyrics - The Big Bang - Busta Rhymes

Doctor, yeah 

I think we got some shit for 'em 

Yeah, I'ma rub these sticks together 

Check it and start a bonfire 

And if you don't see it y'all niggaz 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 be 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 they stilettos 

Then they wave and say hello when my Lambo' is yellow 

Everything they got a jingle when they walk like Jello 

See the niggaz on the corner and I never forget it 

And I never regret it because I see how you get it 

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Now because of you niggaz, 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 fact's that I'm tryin' to strive and capitalize in 

Start to max-a-mimize and b-build a ent-ter-prise 

And wh-while I'm stockin' this bread, keep ah-stockin' the lead 

And leave a permanent dot on the top of your head, c'mon 

And if you don't see it y'all niggaz 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 be carried away 

I'm the enigma, there is none harder, smarter 

Martyr, Godfather, my interest, your departure 

Pardon Dre this beat is a monster, catchy 

Like sleepin' under open windows that's drafty 

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Then wakin' up my throat scratchy that's how I spit it nasty 

They short, a few inches North of a dwarf 

My flow's Murciélago, ghostin' them narcos 

Toast in 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 Andre 

To keep pilin', keep pushin' them drops 

Nas, runnin' with hot Busta Bust, we don't stop 

And if you don't see it y'all niggaz 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 be 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, c'mon 

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 niggaz 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 

Niggaz know they pussy and struggle to pretend that they 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 niggaz 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 be carried away