Riot
Busta Rhymes Lyrics


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[Busta Rhymes]
Come on, yea, ha, ya, Busta Rhymes baby, yea, ha
It's Flipmode baby, yea, come on
We bout to cause a riot nigga

[Busta Rhymes]
Got a lot of niggas rollin' with ya holla
Cause you know we ripped it hotter than them other niggaz
Spot a nigga getting dollars not another nigga
can do it the way that we cocked and shot another nigga
Think he deserved the way he was boppin with a cherry copper
glitter blood fella send a cop to get 'em
It's funny the way the iron just to drop you quicker
Why I hit y'all with the fire, think I got a winner
Stacking a crib with a chick that make a proper dinner
Black in the range with tint, and chrome aqua spinnin'
Parked right next to the Benz with a soap opera and the TV
up in the dash co-starring a opera singer
That be the type of bullshit I be on and stay hot
I stop whippin' a Bentley to whip a Mercedes Maeboch
And keep runnin' around the street like my name was Mel Patch nigga
Come through your hood and take your whole block, come on
And while we give it to ya

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
While with me (Come on)
My niggas stack money to the sky with me (Come on)
My niggas in the place need to riot with me (Come on)
And set the whole fire with me (Come on)
All of my ladies in the beauty salon look bomb put yo shit on
And wait up in the line for me (Come on)
You come all in the party lookin' fine for me (Come on)
Holdin 'Gnac spill a little red wine for me

[Bridge: x9]
Let's cause a riot
Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo (Come on)

[Busta Rhymes]
It's bout to get a little bit better, start to get a little cheddar
Pack a big Beretta
Check a nigga resume doin' a alphabet-ah
Go order and brandish the metal hid into ya leather
No matter or whether or not you wearin' a vest
So you got your hand on the cannon I got a bigger plan for ya
Call up my mans for ya, now watch you vanish
Makin' you family ask for ya
You think you family pay a couple of grand for ya?
Like you afraid to hold a mac, like you were made to hold a gat
We made a hole and quickly dug out all the sand for ya
The heat'll be makin' you put it on the glass shorty
Wiggle somethin' and get to showin' a little ass for me (Bling!)
Now lets get on and open smokin' and blast for thee
Niggas will really want it and fill the capacity
You muthafuckin' know it has to be
The way we touch it y'all niggas knowing exactly who the master be
And while we give it to ya

[Chorus]

[Bridge: x9]




Let's cause a riot
Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo (Come on)

Overall Meaning

In Busta Rhymes's song "Riot," he is urging his fans to join him in causing chaos and destruction. He talks about his wealth and how he can afford to switch from driving a Bentley to a Mercedes Maeboch. He brags about his ability to take over entire blocks and how he and his friends can handle any weapon.


Throughout the song, he constantly repeats the refrain "let's cause a riot" to encourage his listeners to start a rebellion. He tells his fans to stack money to the sky and set the whole world on fire with him. He also encourages women to look their best and drink red wine for him.


The song can be interpreted as a commentary on the violence and destruction that often occurs in poor communities. Busta Rhymes is calling for a rebellion against the socio-economic structures that keep people oppressed and downtrodden. However, his message is misguided and ultimately glorifies violence and destruction rather than offering a solution to the issues at hand.


Line by Line Meaning

Got a lot of niggas rollin' with ya holla
You have a lot of people with you, so call out to them.


Cause you know we ripped it hotter than them other niggaz
We are better than the other guys, you know it.


Spot a nigga getting dollars not another nigga
We only target the ones who make money, not anyone else.


can do it the way that we cocked and shot another nigga
No one can do it like we can, we shot someone.


Think he deserved the way he was boppin with a cherry copper
He deserved the way he was shot dead.


glitter blood fella send a cop to get 'em
The man with glittery blood, send a cop to deal with him.


It's funny the way the iron just to drop you quicker
It's funny how a gun can drop someone quicker than anything else.


Why I hit y'all with the fire, think I got a winner
I think I can beat you with the fire.


Stacking a crib with a chick that make a proper dinner
I'm living with a girl who makes great dinners.


Black in the range with tint, and chrome aqua spinnin'
I'm driving a black car with tinted windows and spinning chrome wheels.


Parked right next to the Benz with a soap opera and the TV
My car is parked next to a Mercedes-Benz that has a soap opera on the TV.


up in the dash co-starring a opera singer
The opera singer is in the TV, co-starring in the soap opera.


That be the type of bullshit I be on and stay hot
This is the type of drama I'm involved in, and I'm always on top of it.


I stop whippin' a Bentley to whip a Mercedes Maeboch
I switched from driving a Bentley to a Mercedes-Benz.


And keep runnin' around the street like my name was Mel Patch nigga
I'm constantly on the move like I'm some famous person named Mel Patch.


Come through your hood and take your whole block, come on
I'll come through your neighborhood and take everything from your block.


While with me (Come on)
If you're with me, let's go.


My niggas stack money to the sky with me (Come on)
My friends and I make a lot of money together.


My niggas in the place need to riot with me (Come on)
My friends in this place need to cause a riot with me.


And set the whole fire with me (Come on)
Let's set everything on fire together.


All of my ladies in the beauty salon look bomb put yo shit on
All the women in the beauty salon look amazing.


And wait up in the line for me (Come on)
Wait in line with me to get into a party.


You come all in the party lookin' fine for me (Come on)
You look great at the party for me.


Holdin 'Gnac spill a little red wine for me
Hold some Cognac and spill some red wine for me.


Let's cause a riot
Let's start a riot.


It's bout to get a little bit better, start to get a little cheddar
Things are about to improve and we'll start making more money.


Pack a big Beretta
Carry a large gun.


Check a nigga resume doin' a alphabet-ah
Go through someone's history from A to Z.


Go order and brandish the metal hid into ya leather
Get your weapon hidden in your leather gear.


No matter or whether or not you wearin' a vest
It doesn't matter if you're wearing a bulletproof vest or not.


So you got your hand on the cannon I got a bigger plan for ya
Even if you have a gun, I have something bigger and better planned for you.


Call up my mans for ya, now watch you vanish
I'll call my friends, and you'll disappear.


Makin' you family ask for ya
Your family will have to ask about you because you're gone.


You think you family pay a couple of grand for ya?
Do you think your family will pay a few thousand for you?


Like you afraid to hold a mac, like you were made to hold a gat
You act like you're afraid to hold a gun, like you were made to hold a smaller weapon.


We made a hole and quickly dug out all the sand for ya
We dug a hole and immediately buried you in it.


The heat'll be makin' you put it on the glass shorty
The gun will be pressed against the glass and pointed at someone.


Wiggle somethin' and get to showin' a little ass for me (Bling!)
Dance a little and show off for me.


Now lets get on and open smokin' and blast for thee
Let's get started and smoke and blast things.


Niggas will really want it and fill the capacity
People will really want it and we'll fill everything up.


You muthafuckin' know it has to be
You know it has to happen.


The way we touch it y'all niggas knowing exactly who the master be
The way we handle things, everyone knows who the boss is.




Lyrics Β© Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: PAUL SMITH

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Late To The Party

This beat will get me through any pandemic.

Lee Potier

Of course he did. He got the respect he deserves from people who know Hip Hop. He's living comfortably and the true heads recognise Busta all day

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Rasta Rock

One of the best song of busta

BRISTOL BEATZ

2019 and still slappin

Kane

I was a kid when I heard this. But I always payed attention to the music I hear. I’m glad I did. I can still blast this banger

Merijn van keulen

Damn this is straight fire...Busta can spit GODDAMN

Travis Utley

this shit is so damn hot whole time got my head noddin like a mothafucka

Zofa Lipa

untouchable flow

mariok64

BUSTA IS NUMBER ONE...THE BEST MC EVER

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