Buddha Monk Miscommunication lyrics

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Miscommunication by Buddha Monk Miscommunication lyrics [Intro: Buddha Monk (Lee-Major)] Aiyo son... what's up man? I'm sayin though son, we gotta do this tonight When I get off the phone with you, you call Dragon I'll call (Delta1), Layza, Dungeon Yo we definitely gotta call them niggaz You heard what I'm sayin, Layza? You heard that? Hold up... you hear that shit, son? (Yeah) Yo yo lemme call you back, I gotta investigate this shit Lemme call you back, nigga, I'll call you back, shit [Buddha Monk:] Yo what the fuck is goin on? Who's this nigga on my line? Yo you're tappin on my convo so now you must die (hahahah) I heard you whisperin, tellin the next man About my thirty G plan, you want half? Go get a band Ah man, now you got some shit on your hand Shoulda kept ya mouth shut but ya fumbled my plan Just back up man, you see that spot? That's where you gon' land Don't want none of yo' bud to land on me or my man Just why did you do it? Now you're leakin, lettin out fluids Chopped ya body up, gave it to my dunn, "You know what to do with it" Move quickly and make sure nobody got their eye on us You keep your eye on me, then nigga you will die by me It's the black ghost, wanted by most, rockin the two toast Street corner holder, bury you and your dog Do you know when I'm comin through Why I blast quick at you and ya whole crew? Lights out, what you niggaz really gon' do? Fuck you and yo' crew [x3] [Chorus x2: Buddha Monk] Who's that? (I don't know) What he want? (He wants you) What he talk about? (It's been a little miscommunication) Shut him down (Right now?) Why's that? (He snaked out Grab the nigga by his head and punch him dead in his mouth) [Drunken Dragon:] Uh-huh, I'm hearin you but none of that ain't makin no sense Cause you gossip, a slip of the lip could sink ships Shouldn't try to be down, if ya can't hold sound Stay silent, niggaz lookin for you, they made violent Said you talked too much shit and ain't even a killa Hang around a crowd of niggaz and don't nobody feel ya Get used 'til ya no use, rock like hundred proof Now they're gonna turn tables like 2Pac in Juice Ya jumped into death more of less at any time Here's a vest and a nine, the best that I could find Cause I seen it comin, I told you, Manchuz is who I gun with Other than that you keep runnin Don't try to play hero in the year '00 If communication ain't graspin then take action (action) [Lee-Major:] Aiyo tap into that first thought That got you askin questions, way beyond yo' knowledge Hit me back if you wanna holla (Who you?) Listen, talk in codes cause they all snitchin My henchmen is underground, breakin the sound barrier Microchips abusive, tap into thoughts when exclusive It's Lee Major with the double-oh flow Miscommunicate and create a next code Hold on my shoes is ringin, I got you thinkin My special forces is visa versa like the Lord I'm well connected, B.K., N.Y. and accepted I'll see you later, signin out, Lee Major [Interlude: Buddha Monk] Oh this passage, I've been wantin you, girl [Chorus x2] [Born U Majesty:] I'm a set the record straight when I fumigate ya mindstate On that bullshit you told off to Jakes Statements and all, wrotten in PaperMate And all of my calls goin back to '88 The ones I made from B.K. to Morgan State And this dumb-ass bitch who called me from Motel 8 Who said she brought a key but received a big ape Let's talk in codes, cause they snitchin We teleport heavy thoughts in kitchens Run over track, arm extension Galaxies were born on life legend The fuck you tellin 'em? I'm the holy five percent, what the fuck you tellin 'em? I'm the holy five percent... [Dungeon Masta:] Fuck that, nobody move Yo, it's that mad mic distributor Invaded all areas, the verbal tone rhyme polluter I'm takin all ya jewels so throw it up like "What? " Before I have to put this hole up in ya guts Ya just a laligag, put you in the bath for playin hero I clip more nines than movies made by DeNiro Zero ass niggaz, no cash niggaz In order for you to make a sale, take a stash, nigga Dungeon Masta be on some new shit for y'all bitches Don't try to plot on me bitches, we'll bury you bitches Who the fuck you think you talkin to? Kinda like visual at ya wake Make no mistake, nor miscommunicate [Interlude: Buddha Monk] Hello? Yo is there anybody here? Yo what the fuck happened? You know what, bitch? Test the phone! This rank shit ain't callin no more All them niggaz tryin to tell on my shit That talk is rampid! [Chorus x2] [Outro: Phone call sample (Buddha Monk)] The customer you are calling is unavailable Please hang up and try again If you need help, please hang up and then dial your operator (Shut the fuck up, bitch! Stankin ass bitch!)


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