Touch It (Remix) (PO Clean Edit)

Busta Rhymes

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    intro: busta rhymes]
    Aiyyo swizzy i told these niggaz i was comin back to bust they ass!!!
    Ok! remix! part two!

    See now you who the god be, back runnin the city and you know who the squad be
    Flipmode bitch look see ain't nothin changed
    Now i'm back with the remix with the queens of the game (turn it up!!)
    When you see me in the spot you niggas better respect it
    Y'all already know where i rep ain't no reason to check it
    And i know that you ain't fuckin with me just for the record
    So instead i'm a let, mary j. blige come and set it

    (now get low mary!)
    maybe you can guess who it is (uh huh)
    Mary j. blige about to handle my biz (uh huh)
    I'm on my grown woman still i rep for the kids
    In every hood, and all my peoples doin a bid (turn it up!!)
    Now you know who's really the queen deliver the mail
    Seven hundred thirty thousand first week of my sales
    The haters plot and they watch lookin all pale
    While i'm on a yacht, overseas doin my nails

    (get low digga!)
    now he sittin there lookin stuck (ha!)
    He thinkin cause he spent a little dough i'm 'gon fuck
    If money ain't a thang i'm sayin let a bitch know
    Typed to empty a account, how far you willin to go (turn it up!!)
    Now he hopin on the jet he ain't wastin no time
    Told me all expense paid anyplace i could find
    Hit the islands in the winter trickin all on his dime
    Ain't a shorty in the world pussy better than mine, they wanna

    [chorus]
    "touch it- bring it - babe - watch it -
    Turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
    [repeat 4x]

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    (get low missy!)
    I'm jinglin baby, go 'head mami, don't i look charmin put your lips up on me {woo!!!}
    Kiss it touch it, good, yes i wish you would (turn it up!!)
    You like to see me when i dip baby dip (ha1)
    Don't it look like i got beyonce's hips
    Lookin like i could be nia long
    Boy you smokin that cheech and chong

    (get low banks!)
    i know it feels like i been gone for a minute
    But i'm back chinchilla ice on with a fitted
    Everybody talk money everybody gonna run
    With that bowl of bread smaller than the arm of a midget
    (turn it up!!) and you know i'm doin my thing it's blue in the ring
    If you had it like this you probably do it the same
    But you won't cause you broke all you do is complain
    After the club, i'm a put a few in the range and let 'em

    [chorus]
    "touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -
    Turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
    [repeat 4x]

    (get low pap!)
    five boroughs of death, you don't understand
    I got new york city in the palm of my hand
    Now i could make a tight fist and let it crumble ridiculous
    Or i could smack the world with a new york nemesis (turn it up!!)
    I got staten island on my pinky queens on my thumb dude
    The bronx on my middle finger screamin fuck you
    Rock ice in manhattan so there's the ring finger
    You know i had to keep brooklyn on the trigger finger

    ...

    (get low bus!)
    you see me you love me the streets declare me god of the hood
    You niggaz is watchin and wishin you could
    Be claimin the throne the way i got it lock it mu'fuckers
    What's good you tryin to stop it i'm wishin you would (turn it up!!)
    Cause them i'm glad to hit you with the fact that the god is immortal as spit
    The way i be doin historical shit
    Incase you and your niggas act like you aint know when i'm informin your click
    I take your bitch while i'm perfomin my shit

    [chorus]
    "touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -
    Turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
    [repeat 4x]

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