Make It Hurt Lyrics
| Song | Make It Hurt |
| Artist | Busta Rhymes |
| Album | Genesis |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Smith, Yancey | |
| We gon' change things | |
| Yea, Genesis niggaz | |
| We gotta introduce y'all to the mother****in new millenium bounce | |
| Yea, two-thousand and one hot shit hot shit c'mon | |
| All my niggaz in the place, all my bitches in the place | |
| C'mon, c'mon, let's get to it | |
| Let's get to it, let's get to it | |
| All my niggaz and my bitches let's get to it | |
| New milleni-nigga bounce, new millenium bounce | |
| C'mon, c'mon, c'mon [Verse One] | |
| Aiyyo it's colder than a muh'****a, who just let the hawk in? | |
| Nigga guess who just walked in? | |
| Lynch, most (?) makes them other niggaz sit upon the bench broke | |
| Then I step up in a trenchcoat nigga | |
| Got no time to be ****in with them wonderama niggaz | |
| Let me loosen up your bra-strap mama nigga | |
| LISTEN UP! | |
| Look how we be rippin up and got the party pickin up and got you niggaz spittin up | |
| SHIT No pain, nigga never no gain, nigga no strain | |
| O.D. into my cocaine music | |
| Spit that venom; pretty thick bitches walk by | |
| If you let 'em pussy printin through they denim | |
| Take her for a ride 'round the block, let her enjoy the whip | |
| Drop her off, let her walk the strip | |
| Ain't it funny how nature work? | |
| Make bitches wanna bounce on a nigga 'til they make it hurt, c'mon [Chorus] | |
| Shake yo' shit until you make it hurt | |
| Throw yo' pussy 'til you make it hurt | |
| Pop that shit until you make it hurt | |
| Bounce 'til you really wanna make it hurt | |
| Now bang yo' head until you make it hurt | |
| C'mon, stomp yo' feet until we make it hurt | |
| Pound that shit until we make it hurt | |
| Until we make it hurt, now let's make it hurt [Verse Two] | |
| Are we ever gonna stop nigga? | |
| HECK NO! Shit now let me rip the muh'****a from the get-go, nigga | |
| Let go 'fore you make a nigga wanna let the tec blow | |
| Bitches dancin like a stepshow, nigga | |
| Violate nigga, you gets no love, ghetto | |
| Only give a nigga show love ditto | |
| Your clique too little, **** givin niggaz a riddle | |
| **** around | |
| I turn your wife into a widow | |
| Nitro nigga, make you wanna wild on the floor like a bunch of little psycho niggaz | |
| Presto, shit we got a expo of bitches in here | |
| Whylin like a bunch of lesbo bitches | |
| The best show of bitches, so electro bitches, c'mon | |
| Get on your mark, get ready set go bitches | |
| Then we go and add a little propane to it | |
| Then we send another whole flame through it | |
| Clear everything in my path, before | |
| I split you in half | |
| You wack nigga, better get you a staff | |
| The freak bitches try to hit me with math | |
| Brushin off wack niggaz while them same bitches givin me ass, yo | |
| Now let me give you more hot shit, just for the record and make bitches wanna get ass-naked, c'mon | |
| Party 'til you wanna lash out | |
| Better yet, y'all niggaz party 'til you mother****in pass out! [Chorus] [Verse Three] | |
| C'mon! Throw yo' hands up high y'all | |
| Light yo' | |
| L, get high y'all | |
| Shit you can't deny y'all | |
| Don't lie y'all, don't try y'all | |
| All my niggaz inside y'all | |
| C'mon, let's start that shit y'all | |
| C'mon, and you know we won't quit | |
| Then bang niggaz with hit after hit y'all, c'mon | |
| In the meantime nigga just pass me the | |
| Henny, c'mon | |
| Little Cris' and a bottle of the | |
| Remi Write a bit and | |
| STILL sortin it out | |
| Flipmode up in this muh'****a nigga, whatchu talkin about? | |
| Hold up - a lot of people ain't compatible nigga | |
| They be buggin on how a nigga spend capital nigga | |
| Ain't it funny how nature work? | |
| Hot shit'll make 'em bounce 'til she really wanna make it hurt, c'mon [Chorus - repeat 2X] |
| zuo ci : Smith, Yancey | |
| We gon' change things | |
| Yea, Genesis niggaz | |
| We gotta introduce y' all to the mother in new millenium bounce | |
| Yea, twothousand and one hot shit hot shit c' mon | |
| All my niggaz in the place, all my bitches in the place | |
| C' mon, c' mon, let' s get to it | |
| Let' s get to it, let' s get to it | |
| All my niggaz and my bitches let' s get to it | |
| New milleninigga bounce, new millenium bounce | |
| C' mon, c' mon, c' mon Verse One | |
| Aiyyo it' s colder than a muh' a, who just let the hawk in? | |
| Nigga guess who just walked in? | |
| Lynch, most ? makes them other niggaz sit upon the bench broke | |
| Then I step up in a trenchcoat nigga | |
| Got no time to be in with them wonderama niggaz | |
| Let me loosen up your brastrap mama nigga | |
| LISTEN UP! | |
| Look how we be rippin up and got the party pickin up and got you niggaz spittin up | |
| SHIT No pain, nigga never no gain, nigga no strain | |
| O. D. into my cocaine music | |
| Spit that venom pretty thick bitches walk by | |
| If you let ' em pussy printin through they denim | |
| Take her for a ride ' round the block, let her enjoy the whip | |
| Drop her off, let her walk the strip | |
| Ain' t it funny how nature work? | |
| Make bitches wanna bounce on a nigga ' til they make it hurt, c' mon Chorus | |
| Shake yo' shit until you make it hurt | |
| Throw yo' pussy ' til you make it hurt | |
| Pop that shit until you make it hurt | |
| Bounce ' til you really wanna make it hurt | |
| Now bang yo' head until you make it hurt | |
| C' mon, stomp yo' feet until we make it hurt | |
| Pound that shit until we make it hurt | |
| Until we make it hurt, now let' s make it hurt Verse Two | |
| Are we ever gonna stop nigga? | |
| HECK NO! Shit now let me rip the muh' a from the getgo, nigga | |
| Let go ' fore you make a nigga wanna let the tec blow | |
| Bitches dancin like a stepshow, nigga | |
| Violate nigga, you gets no love, ghetto | |
| Only give a nigga show love ditto | |
| Your clique too little, givin niggaz a riddle | |
| around | |
| I turn your wife into a widow | |
| Nitro nigga, make you wanna wild on the floor like a bunch of little psycho niggaz | |
| Presto, shit we got a expo of bitches in here | |
| Whylin like a bunch of lesbo bitches | |
| The best show of bitches, so electro bitches, c' mon | |
| Get on your mark, get ready set go bitches | |
| Then we go and add a little propane to it | |
| Then we send another whole flame through it | |
| Clear everything in my path, before | |
| I split you in half | |
| You wack nigga, better get you a staff | |
| The freak bitches try to hit me with math | |
| Brushin off wack niggaz while them same bitches givin me ass, yo | |
| Now let me give you more hot shit, just for the record and make bitches wanna get assnaked, c' mon | |
| Party ' til you wanna lash out | |
| Better yet, y' all niggaz party ' til you mother in pass out! Chorus Verse Three | |
| C' mon! Throw yo' hands up high y' all | |
| Light yo' | |
| L, get high y' all | |
| Shit you can' t deny y' all | |
| Don' t lie y' all, don' t try y' all | |
| All my niggaz inside y' all | |
| C' mon, let' s start that shit y' all | |
| C' mon, and you know we won' t quit | |
| Then bang niggaz with hit after hit y' all, c' mon | |
| In the meantime nigga just pass me the | |
| Henny, c' mon | |
| Little Cris' and a bottle of the | |
| Remi Write a bit and | |
| STILL sortin it out | |
| Flipmode up in this muh' a nigga, whatchu talkin about? | |
| Hold up a lot of people ain' t compatible nigga | |
| They be buggin on how a nigga spend capital nigga | |
| Ain' t it funny how nature work? | |
| Hot shit' ll make ' em bounce ' til she really wanna make it hurt, c' mon Chorus repeat 2X |
| zuò cí : Smith, Yancey | |
| We gon' change things | |
| Yea, Genesis niggaz | |
| We gotta introduce y' all to the mother in new millenium bounce | |
| Yea, twothousand and one hot shit hot shit c' mon | |
| All my niggaz in the place, all my bitches in the place | |
| C' mon, c' mon, let' s get to it | |
| Let' s get to it, let' s get to it | |
| All my niggaz and my bitches let' s get to it | |
| New milleninigga bounce, new millenium bounce | |
| C' mon, c' mon, c' mon Verse One | |
| Aiyyo it' s colder than a muh' a, who just let the hawk in? | |
| Nigga guess who just walked in? | |
| Lynch, most ? makes them other niggaz sit upon the bench broke | |
| Then I step up in a trenchcoat nigga | |
| Got no time to be in with them wonderama niggaz | |
| Let me loosen up your brastrap mama nigga | |
| LISTEN UP! | |
| Look how we be rippin up and got the party pickin up and got you niggaz spittin up | |
| SHIT No pain, nigga never no gain, nigga no strain | |
| O. D. into my cocaine music | |
| Spit that venom pretty thick bitches walk by | |
| If you let ' em pussy printin through they denim | |
| Take her for a ride ' round the block, let her enjoy the whip | |
| Drop her off, let her walk the strip | |
| Ain' t it funny how nature work? | |
| Make bitches wanna bounce on a nigga ' til they make it hurt, c' mon Chorus | |
| Shake yo' shit until you make it hurt | |
| Throw yo' pussy ' til you make it hurt | |
| Pop that shit until you make it hurt | |
| Bounce ' til you really wanna make it hurt | |
| Now bang yo' head until you make it hurt | |
| C' mon, stomp yo' feet until we make it hurt | |
| Pound that shit until we make it hurt | |
| Until we make it hurt, now let' s make it hurt Verse Two | |
| Are we ever gonna stop nigga? | |
| HECK NO! Shit now let me rip the muh' a from the getgo, nigga | |
| Let go ' fore you make a nigga wanna let the tec blow | |
| Bitches dancin like a stepshow, nigga | |
| Violate nigga, you gets no love, ghetto | |
| Only give a nigga show love ditto | |
| Your clique too little, givin niggaz a riddle | |
| around | |
| I turn your wife into a widow | |
| Nitro nigga, make you wanna wild on the floor like a bunch of little psycho niggaz | |
| Presto, shit we got a expo of bitches in here | |
| Whylin like a bunch of lesbo bitches | |
| The best show of bitches, so electro bitches, c' mon | |
| Get on your mark, get ready set go bitches | |
| Then we go and add a little propane to it | |
| Then we send another whole flame through it | |
| Clear everything in my path, before | |
| I split you in half | |
| You wack nigga, better get you a staff | |
| The freak bitches try to hit me with math | |
| Brushin off wack niggaz while them same bitches givin me ass, yo | |
| Now let me give you more hot shit, just for the record and make bitches wanna get assnaked, c' mon | |
| Party ' til you wanna lash out | |
| Better yet, y' all niggaz party ' til you mother in pass out! Chorus Verse Three | |
| C' mon! Throw yo' hands up high y' all | |
| Light yo' | |
| L, get high y' all | |
| Shit you can' t deny y' all | |
| Don' t lie y' all, don' t try y' all | |
| All my niggaz inside y' all | |
| C' mon, let' s start that shit y' all | |
| C' mon, and you know we won' t quit | |
| Then bang niggaz with hit after hit y' all, c' mon | |
| In the meantime nigga just pass me the | |
| Henny, c' mon | |
| Little Cris' and a bottle of the | |
| Remi Write a bit and | |
| STILL sortin it out | |
| Flipmode up in this muh' a nigga, whatchu talkin about? | |
| Hold up a lot of people ain' t compatible nigga | |
| They be buggin on how a nigga spend capital nigga | |
| Ain' t it funny how nature work? | |
| Hot shit' ll make ' em bounce ' til she really wanna make it hurt, c' mon Chorus repeat 2X |
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