Sorry country, I know you don't want this really but
'Til we get us some justice, we f*cking every city up
Drastic measures is urgent, city burn like Philly blunts
Crazy like we jumpin' off the little yellow mini bus
Youth for my people cause you niggas movin' really sus
No we ain't playing with them, really, trust!
You see them cities burning like chimneys
You better know it's really us
The clock was finally winding down, your time was really just
To feel the wrath of God no matter how your door was really shut
Deep in my soul, a justice really cut
I'm only tryna be my people's clutch
Hypertension I mention, the temperature is different (what?)
This wouldn't have happened now, you witnessed blood
You motherf*ckers better listen up
'Cause now we out here fighting for what's right
Like we don't give a f*ck
Busta Rhymes - The Purge Lyrics
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Sorry country, I know you don't want this really but
'Til we get us some justice, we f*cking every city up
Drastic measures is urgent, city burn like Philly blunts
Crazy like we jumpin' off the little yellow mini bus
Youth for my people cause you niggas movin' really sus
No we ain't playing with them, really, trust!
You see them cities burning like chimneys
You better know it's really us
The clock was finally winding down, your time was really just
To feel the wrath of God no matter how your door was really shut
Deep in my soul, a justice really cut
I'm only tryna be my people's clutch
Hypertension I mention, the temperature is different (what?)
This wouldn't have happened now, you witnessed blood
You motherf*ckers better listen up
'Cause now we out here fighting for what's right
Like we don't give a f*ck
'Til we get us some justice, we f*cking every city up
Drastic measures is urgent, city burn like Philly blunts
Crazy like we jumpin' off the little yellow mini bus
Youth for my people cause you niggas movin' really sus
No we ain't playing with them, really, trust!
You see them cities burning like chimneys
You better know it's really us
The clock was finally winding down, your time was really just
To feel the wrath of God no matter how your door was really shut
Deep in my soul, a justice really cut
I'm only tryna be my people's clutch
Hypertension I mention, the temperature is different (what?)
This wouldn't have happened now, you witnessed blood
You motherf*ckers better listen up
'Cause now we out here fighting for what's right
Like we don't give a f*ck
Writer: Trevor Smith, Kasseem Dean, Avery Chambliss
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Performed By: Busta Rhymes
From Album: Extinction Level Event 2: The Wrath of God
Written by: Trevor Smith, Kasseem Dean, Avery Chambliss