Live to Regret Busta Rhymes
"Live to Regret" by Busta Rhymes, released in 1996, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of remorse, life choices, and the consequences of one's actions. The lyrics reflect on struggles and the weight of past decisions. Unique elements include intricate wordplay and a dynamic flow, showcasing Busta's lyrical prowess. The song resonates with listeners facing similar dilemmas.
[Intro]
Ha, Ha, Ha, Uh, Yeah, Yeah
While we hit you with another one of them old phenomenal shits
Nineteen-ninety-six, that nigga comes through with another one of them fucking ill ones
Busta Rhymes in the place to be, Flipmode Squad
Y'all motherfuckers keep it right here
You know how it's going down son
Blow the spot up, one shot
Yo check it out
[Verse 1]
Aeiyo son, I get busy each and every day
Freaky different shit make you bounce around your way
So many niggas just fade away
Talking shit on mics with nothing to say
When I display freaky bump shit you wanna say
Hit you off, make you and your peoples wanna stay
Yo, who be that nigga that be coming through?
That's me, mountain climb mics just for a few (ha, ha, hoo)
Tell me just what you wanna do
Hit with more shit that make you feel brand new
Steady solid gold posting like Marilyn Macoo
Suckers suffocating till their faces turn blue
You don't have a clue, of the proper number of my crew
How we shoot the spit-shine on niggas like a pair of shoes
Any time you wanna set it off
I'mma make sure that you all live to regret it
Ha, Ha, Ha, Uh, Yeah, Yeah
While we hit you with another one of them old phenomenal shits
Nineteen-ninety-six, that nigga comes through with another one of them fucking ill ones
Busta Rhymes in the place to be, Flipmode Squad
Y'all motherfuckers keep it right here
You know how it's going down son
Blow the spot up, one shot
Yo check it out
[Verse 1]
Aeiyo son, I get busy each and every day
Freaky different shit make you bounce around your way
So many niggas just fade away
Talking shit on mics with nothing to say
When I display freaky bump shit you wanna say
Hit you off, make you and your peoples wanna stay
Yo, who be that nigga that be coming through?
That's me, mountain climb mics just for a few (ha, ha, hoo)
Tell me just what you wanna do
Hit with more shit that make you feel brand new
Steady solid gold posting like Marilyn Macoo
Suckers suffocating till their faces turn blue
You don't have a clue, of the proper number of my crew
How we shoot the spit-shine on niggas like a pair of shoes
Any time you wanna set it off
I'mma make sure that you all live to regret it
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