Missy Elliott - Why Stop Now (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Chris Brown] Turn ma' f**in' beat up Turn ma' f**in' beat up, (Turn my mic up, too!) Turn ma' f**in' beat up (Remix!) [Hook: Chris Brown & Busta Rhymes] Uh, yeah, we can do anything (Remix!) Walk into anywhere and buy anything I'll be chilling, I ain't worried about anything (Remix!) Why stop now? I can have everything (Part 2!!!) Yeeeah, I can have everything Yeeeah, I can have everything Yeeeah, I can have everything Why stop now? I can have everything [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Find the nearest exit Everybody better find the nearest exit See the way I k** every n***a in this b**h Somebody please tell me where the forensics Everybody know the God real Looking like you work in a garage sale While you hating on one of the greatest I be in the crib digging in ya moms tail Big old b**h, Avatar I got her sitting on the dick like a handle bar Shawty love the way I beat it up Beat the pretty p**y with a battle scar Let a n***a eat it up like a caviar Got her buggin' now she wanna carry on YMCMB, Gods of this rap sh** that we are But ya girl look like a little amateur Wednesday night at the Apollo But it's okay cause she got a long neck And I got a dick size only a giraffe could swallow Sent her back cause they gonna ask tomorrow Why baby girl did you have to gargle? And if I could have everything, do me a favor Send me a hundred more bottles, hahaha [Hook] [Verse 2: Missy Elliott] It go 3, 4, 5, 6 On this mic I hot spit This my task, toc-tic I'm that chick they not f**in' with Hit ‘em with hits in the head I spit This sh** is so ridiculous, sick Missy like no other chick Now watch how I k** this remix I slay these crows Got more lines than cornrows You ain't on Missy level Better get up on ya tippy toes Really though, really no I'mma blow it up like a torpedo Who am I? you don't know You can call me the original I'm the E-double-L-I-O-T-T Don't ever try me on the mic I'mma beast Eat an emcee like I'm finna have a feast You better sit down, have a seat I can do anything, Missy finna change the game Y'all better stay up in ya lane Now I'mma just make y'all clap ya hands [Hook] [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Man f** these n***as, man f** these hoes T just roll a big long blunt, I'mma smoke that b**h till it's Muggsy Bogues I ain't got time for that b**h sh**, Glock automatic, no stick shift My girl p**y bigger than pig lips, my blunts last longer than friendships Man I was on my skateboard, It ain't trickin' if you got it, I'll pay for it Hold up, wait for it, catch up, like fake blood My own funeral, I'm late for it Shout out to my young n***a Ace Hood I'm fresh out the can, I'm canned goods Two handguns, my hands full I'm young, ill and so mean, I'm one pill from OD'ing I'm high ho, my eyes low like Korean's, Orleans I pulled up in that no ceiling I'm thuggin', bumpin' Golf Wang b**h I'm higher than Eddie Kane Tunechi, I can have everything Haha [Hook]