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A Tribe Called Quest - Busta's Lament
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
A Tribe Called Quest
A Tribe Called Quest
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kamaal Fareed
Kamaal Fareed
Composer
Malik Izaak Taylor
Malik Izaak Taylor
Composer
Ali Shaheed Jones-Muhammad
Ali Shaheed Jones-Muhammad
Composer
James Dewitt Yancey
James Dewitt Yancey
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Ummah
The Ummah
Producer
David Kennedy
David Kennedy
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Fuck the car-jackin', Phife Diggy is rapping
Got dawgs with love and plus dawg's that's packin'
So what's the deal, Captain? If it's time for some action
Watch me roll with hon, try to push her back
Which one of these **** think they fuckin' with this?
Put your money on Queens, yo, these cats is pissed
Meanin' hot, green, and stinky
See shorty there winkin'?
Hit her off so hard that her eyes stop blinkin'
Then massage her down with the word serene
It's the Dawg for pres', new star on the scene
And I'm here for the better, right down to the letter
If it rains today, then it's a double header
Range, Beamers, and Benz, 1100's and Jetta's
Phife Dawg for whatever, just get it together
[Verse 2]
(Just) Get it together
(Just) Get it together
(Just) Get it together
Just get it together
No matter the weather or where you at
This is how we gon' do it 'cause we keep shit phat
You gotta
[Verse 3]
(Yo, yo) Do it
(Yo, yo, yo) Do it
(Yo, yo) Do it
(Yo, yo) Do it
(Yo, yo, yo) Do it
(Yo, yo, yo) Do it
(Yo, yo) Do it
(Yo, yo, yo) Do it
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
[Verse 4]
Didn't you read the news, did you heed the alarm?
It was good overall, said that we was the bomb
I'ma make the call and I hope you respond
We the stars, y'all, and everyone beckons far
You a star and you shinin', I'm one and I'm rhymin'
Let's get together, start intertwinin'
Yo, you coming with me, somewhere where you can't see
With these bonafide joints underneath the sea
Of confusion and glitter, nobody's a quitter
Try to front and get ripped from your ear to your shitter
[Verse 5]
Gon' put it on harder than anyone did
It would benefit you to keep a wide open lid
Makin' sure shot shit, makin' sure you shine
Shakin' souls for sure, takin' hearts in time
Do it all for the rhyme and the rhythm and things
When we do it we bangin' like we inside the bank
Ain't doubtin' nobody when we inside the jam
But I'm proud overall and I know who I am
As the constellation gets brighter, this writer's goin'
[Verse 6]
(Yo, yo) Do it
(Yo, yo) Do it
(Yo, yo) Do it
(Yo, yo, yo) Do it
(Yo, yo) Do it
(Yo, yo) Do it
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Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Written by: Ali Shaheed Jones-Muhammad, James Dewitt Yancey, Kamaal Fareed, Malik Izaak Taylor
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