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Busta Rhymes – Touch It Remix ft Lloyd Banks & Papoose

Touch It Remix by Busta Rhymes

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Prominent Rapper, Busta Rhymes teams up with Lloyd Banks & Papoose to create another version of his song tagged “Touch It Remix”.

This incredible and infectious tune was officially released on 1 January 2006.

Check out the Melody of this tune and enjoy it with the volume of your speaker on the 100 level.

Listen up below!..

DOWNLOAD Busta Rhymes Touch It Remix FREE AUDIO SONG MP3

LYRICS

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it

Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it

Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it

Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it

Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

 

Aiyyo Swizzy, I told these niggaz I was comin back to bust they ass!!!

Ok! Remix! Part Two!

 

Get low Bus!

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

 

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it

Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it

Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it

Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it

Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Bus this is serious man!(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 (ha!)

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

 

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it

Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it

Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it

Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it

Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

 

(Get low Papoose!) Papoose, Pa-poose, had to get on this club banger

Smack you in your mouth make you swallow your pulp razor

Pop a couple bottles laugh about it with Bus later

Bare witness I’m the young savior (Turn it up!)

I got staten island on my pinky queens on my dumb 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 fin

 

(Get low X) Swizz is the monster, X is the beast

Fuckin wit Bus, man everyday is a piece

Stay off the streets, tired of talkin to y’all niggaz

I’ma stick a fork at y’all niggaz (Turn it up)

When i hit ’em, man that crunk gon get ’em man

Fucked up how i did ’em man (what)

Ain’t no remorse for the corpse, truth is

Can’t i.d. The body, nigga toothless

 

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it

Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it

Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it

Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it

Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

 

(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

 

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it

Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it

Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it

Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it

Turn it, leave it, stop, format it

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