Busta Rhymes Performs MTV VMA Rock The Bells Visionary Award Medley _ 2025 Video Music Awards

Me and my homies be comin' through, stalkin' you out, killin' off any and everything you talkin' about. See you in the club, now be walkin' you out, shoulda thought twice, figure where to open your mouth. Anywhere we stay, keep it a-movin'. Let me with the homie, homie know what you doin'. Now blame me, all of my homies the same, it's not a lame excuse. You know we always need that. Give me some more. Even though you gettin' money, you can give me some more. We got the cars and the big crib. Give me some more. Everybody spread love. Give me some more. And if you like it, let me hear you sing. Give me some more. About to take it back. Okay. Get out your seat. Here we go. Scenario. As I combine all those. From the mind and. Heal up, wheel up. Bring it back home. But why now? How very necessary. When takin' it back home. Oh my God. I just do like to run. It's a charge to get. Up, up, up. All over the track, man. Up, front of the bus. As I come back. Touch it, bring it. Even stuff. I want you to touch the sky. Bring it, baby. Hands up. Right now, let's go. Even stuff. Come on. Bounce. Come on. Bounce. Come on. Bounce. Come on. Bounce. Come on. I'mma people be coming, and miles around. You being be comin'. Let you know how to go. Now you know. So give me a crown. Give me crown. And when you mesh what you do. You do what you clown. Making ya wave. Shippin.' And back and forth. Five borrows of. Death you dont understand. I got New York City in the. Hold my hand. Now I can make a tight fist. And let it crumble ridiculous. Now I can smack the world with. New York. And brought. So my middle finger. Sis. Broke ice in Manhattan. So they. ♪ You know I had to keep countin' on the trigger finger ♪ ♪ Touch it, bring it, bang, watch it, turn it, leave it, stop it ♪ Touch it, bring it, bang, watch it, turn it, leave it ♪ Touch it, bring it, bang ♪ Touch it, bring it Hey, yo, this is what I do, y'all, I do ♪ Hit you with all the fans, do what you sayin', yo ♪ Stealin' with a nine milli, what's the deal, yo? ♪ When I be on the mic, guess I do my duty, yo ♪ Wild up in the club like we wildin' in the studio ♪ You don't wanna violate, baby, really and truly ♪ Maynard, Villanelle, Julio ♪ Type of brother that'll slap you with the tooly, yo ♪ Real shook, skin to death ♪ Lookin' shorty, she a little cutie ♪ But she say you maybe wanna get all in her ♪ Top man, stretch it to bangin' missus ♪ Wild up with my freak like we out in the freak show now ♪ Hit you with this ----, make you feel it on the go ♪ I got all my people ♪ Spout out my metaphors when I fall, I lay my balls ♪ Bitch, if you don't know you met some lyrical player, bro ♪ Girl, yeah, wanna party with me ♪ Let me see that's what you got for me ♪ Gorilla ♪ Put your hands where my eyes can see ♪ Bamboozled ♪ Straight buck wildin' in the place to be ♪ Yes ♪ If you really wanna party with me ♪ Truendo Lucas ♪ Let me see that's what you got for me ♪ Springstone ♪ Put your hands where my eyes can see ♪ Yeah, straight buck wildin' in the place to be ♪ Let's go ♪ If you really wanna party with me ♪ Ain't gotta be trust ♪ Don't this hit make my people wanna ♪ Said, Busta ♪ What's up, son ♪ See the girl rolling ♪ I can't hear y'all ♪ And it look like ♪ So what ♪ Your ass is just swoling ♪ I see they ass getting thick ♪ And if you mad, baby, sit in there ♪ Uh-huh ♪ Say what we gon' say ♪ Yo, what we gon' tell her We gon' tell the world, Paso Cavalli, yeah And we gon' tell the world, Paso Cavalli, yeah Everybody sing it now, Paso Cavalli, yeah Don't this hit make my people wanna jump, jump Don't this hit make my people wanna jump