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[Q-Tip Intro/Chorus]
I be that nigga that I think y all know
With Mr. Busta Rhymes (A-yo, I m in the studio)

[Busta Rhymes]
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y all know
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y all know
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y all know
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y all know

[Q-Tip]
Close the door, ight, let a nigga rock
Cause we bout to eat real shit, not shit slop
Nigga can t say shit about this hip-hop
Cause I build dudes lanes while at pit stop
Built they styles and they names, Frankenstein, right
It s a high state game, dudes are playing it
I be questioning alot of y all who made it in
Just move with the joint that we chartering
Make you disappear quick, like you re part of wind
Then laugh, ah-ha ha, and laugh again
Shorty, move a lil bit, I m looking at your friend
Let s get in there and shake for the beat, girl
Do a lil eye wink, throw a tongue twirl
Gotta hit lock smashed in, tied down
We on your block, turned hot spots to ghost towns
A-yo, I m tired of these niggaz, Bus-a-Bus, now
Say it to em

[Chorus - Q-Tip]
This is just, for the nasty
A-yo, this is just for the sassy
A-yo, this is just for the classy
A-yo, this is just for the what? (Tell em now)

[Busta Rhymes]
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y all know
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y all know
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y all know
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y all know

[Busta Rhymes]
Pardon me, now, gimme room again
It s time to raise the level of the boom again
NOW WHO S THAT?! Bus-a-bus-a-bus rhyme
(RAAAAAAA!!!) See, I ain t do that in a long time!
Spitting shit, make piece, do more crime
Hot songs, cribs, have a little more to shine
Alright, yea, shh shh, mm, uh, I pity y all
The way I bang niggaz, and how I shit on y all
Spit the slang bigger, make your label quit on y all
And do my thang, bitch, from here to Senegal
We getting alot of money, me and my friend, Kamal
I take your money too, I ain t afraid of y all
With so much class, my shit will kill ya
When I don t wanna rap
And still I ma smash and make the bitches Make It Clap
As soon as I m finished with her, homey, I ll give her back
Say it to em

[Chorus - Q-Tip]
This is just, for the nasty
A-yo, this is just for the sassy
A-yo, this is just for the classy
A-yo, this is just for the what? (Tell em now)

[Busta Rhymes]
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y all know
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y all know
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y all know
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y all know

[Q-Tip]
When the beat bang, and you re up in the club
When you listen and you feel a thud
When you hear my voice, understand the love
When the DJ spins it back, it s a friendly rub
But, when I m behind, I cannot be kind
With your waistline, and the way you move
Like a old great beat, I ma catch a groove
Or like a old hip-hop joint, you Nice & Smooth (Come on, girl)

[Chorus - Q-Tip]
This is just, for the nasty
A-yo, this is just for the sassy
A-yo, this is just for the classy
A-yo, this is just for the what? (Tell em now)

[Busta Rhymes]
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y all know
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y all know
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y all know
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y all know

Well, I m shakin and I m nervous all over
And I don t mind tellin you why
I lost my breath to the hands of death
And baby gonna say goodbye
It s all over town, my baby s put me down

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Sunday morning

Sunday morning
I found out what I?m supposed to do
Sunday morning
I found out can you tell me is it true

Sunday morning
It feels fine to know that I?m gonna be home soon
Sunday morning
I drew a line that...

Close your eyes

Close your eyes
When you open them dear
I ll be right hear by your side
So...

Close your eyes
Rest your head on my shoulder and sleep
Close your eyes
And I will close mine

Close your eyes
Let s pretend that we re both counting sheep
Close your...

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