Mission (Booya) - Nana
Composed by：Nana/Tony Cottura/Bülent Aris
We are all on a mission
No smooth talk straight up dissing
You try to step to us
But your punk a*s missed
Booyah Nana you can't touch this
We are all on a mission
No smooth talk straight up dissing
You try to step to us
But your punk a*s missed
Booyah Nana you can't touch this
I flip on any strip put in front of me yo
Murder in a visional life
You better keep it down low
Stepped on me because you're
Booyah the war s**t uh
The dada the smooth key you keep it flowless
Rolls with the clique quick no bus show s**t
97 Booyah ain't having it uh
Now player's keep hating and faking
But we'll be making figures
With the d**n dada hooligan n***a
We'll be spotting s**t talking
I can walk in in the area
And lyrically burry ya
Put you to the carrier
To the cementary
So I can burry ya
Now let me make it clear not the ones to fight war
That is the season to give reason to make pleasing
You're with 'em when you're up on the show
I'm slapping that a*s on your b***h down low
The flow that ya blow was pure death original
The s**t that you wrote was too d**n digital
Punk a*s b***h run back to your mama
I know where to find ya here's comes Papa
Before you been over put some grease on your a*s
''cause Nana's gonna come to make a mess
We are all on a mission
No smooth talk straight up dissing
You try to step to us
But your punk a*s missed
Booyah Nana you can't touch this
We are all on a mission
No smooth talk straight up dissing
You try to step to us
But your punk a*s missed
Booyah Nana you can't touch this
Hamburg in the house
Is Brooklyn in the house
Jil Brake is in the house
My man Bülow is in the house
Check it
Tony C the fairytale teller
Spitting out lyric even it's a-cappella
In the music mix we are million record seller
Ain't lots of cash like Mister Rockefeller
We all came together for our man Nana
You know the darkman huh the real dark brother
So all you jealous motherf**kers step back
'Cause Nana's in the house he's about to attack
We are money maker you're nothing but a faker
Calls Booyah music aka Undertaker
So check this out man got it packed and who am I
Who else can right with that short low jacket
Are you a son with the godi ladi dadi a*s
Anybody who likes to party
To any woober wanna test
I'll kill 'em softly quickly
The black the short law
From the Booyah clan
Lyrically I'm stoned up warmely
I'm washing talk what is more
Anyway I dedicate this weird to my man
An an an eighty's n***a won't play
Funny sees better play
With mics spitted on Halle Barry
They ain't be coming at me
When I talk my walk collector's are
Straight back a matter of fact
I'm older there like the boy you down low
Which is making the noise
How to be some yo about the blow of this bluff
When I sat for the cuff where I wanna start
Definetely got the n***as told a f**ker
Hold up flip this crip n***as
I'm on the mic check
Once you clapped your body session
Like a shock then come with mine
Bring my drumma Dennie guy
Shy in the area short low the d**e master
Yea elevate all of you playa hatas
What what what we're live and direct out to 'cause
It's an old and dirty shame
How far n***as will go
To come up with a name like down low
And represent that s**t at a show
You n***as are too slow
And you n***as don't know
About a free style flow
To keep it soft and slow
I'm about to set that s**t loose
To your chest and to ya
Black and short law a new edition to Booyah
For all you wannabes who tried to flip da scrip
This guy has flipped 50 or penalty because I gripped
From Nana to Bülow now you n***as know that
We don't take no s**t and how Booyah flow
On and on with the punk style flow
Representing hip hop now you now
It's live and direct coming from the Booyah camp
Tony hooked the n***a up
Or plug him a mic or two a hand
And I'm out and it's like that
And I'm out and it's like that
We are all on a mission
No smooth talk straight up dissing
You try to step to us
But your punk a*s missed
Booyah Nana you can't touch this
We are all on a mission
No smooth talk straight up dissing
You try to step to us
But your punk a*s missed
Booyah Nana you can't touch this
If I through a pan at your head
It would leave out dead
That would be bigger
Than the brain you contain insane
Now here is the new agenda
The s**t is called rap
Not a rub motherf**ker
So step behind the lines
Let me show you how we've done
You call yourself a gangster
But you've never seen a gun
And you shoot your cool funk
It's a smell out of flow
So I think it's time for you motherf**kers
To go down-listen
But check the cain of this ail aledding
'Cause you're be faking move like Marion
Messed on strings
Oh can you hear we're coming
Like rooster huh
Name Nana super fly dada
Booyah in your ear so bring you on right now
Because I'm back from the depth
To rule whatever's mine
To my black folks
Never getting the best joke
It's been a long time coming
Check my days on the sway
Laddy laddy laddy laddy
I swing on this swab of a good law
Hello Salassia hey you're running from the Ebru
Seen 'em like a fake
Want the beats on my buds set not flex
And take the noise on my backs
I gotta screw my brothers
'Bout this n***as in industry
And gotta watch my back
Before you d**e and put me
You crooked demons looking at me
Like you want something
'Bout I'm down with Booyah
And we're out with the cash
He he he he he how
It's the lady of the house
Singing harmony with the melody
Everybody shout it out
All you playa hatas step back
Booyah is about to attack
Motherf**ker be aware
Booyah soldiers are everywhere yea
We are all on a mission
No smooth talk straight up dissing
You try to step to us
But your punk a*s missed
Booyah Nana you can't touch this
We are all on a mission
No smooth talk straight up dissing
You try to step to us
But your punk a*s missed
Booyah Nana you can't touch this
This is Aleks the one with the K
Booyah is the place to stay
Female voice make some noise
This is the way we rock a party
Like click click laddy daddy
Ain't nothing like a Booyah party
Hey Nana let's start some fire
Making Booyah fakes
All the suckers can be higher
Admire a female like me
Thee decide to copy
Wanna hurt me or my family
To caps in your head
Night night sweet tight
All the jealousy makes me rock my enemy
Baby if you don't hear then you better here
When the Booyah men arrested
The females are still dear
Make way here I come here's the no 1 contender
Heavy weight champion stop tripping surrender
Blaw blaw to your jaw you ain't coming back for more
Knock you on the ground just say hi to the floor
Ha this is how we do in 1997
Booya coming straight for you a*s representing
Got Tony C Short lord black ski the dan dada
Bülo Swift Daisy Dee Jan and the Papa
Baby you wear check check one two check
Old school style still fly in full effect
Get in shape with your punk a*s crew before you step
Booya will do ya and break your f**king neck
Let me tell you one thing before we get neck to neck
Give me a sec and let me see who's next
Yea yea this is how we do Booya style
When you step to us you better bow down and smile
No need to apply for the competition
Booya in the house and we are on a mission
We are all on a mission
No smooth talk straight up dissing
You try to step to us
But your punk a*s missed
Booyah Nana you can't touch this
We are all on a mission
No smooth talk straight up dissing
You try to step to us
But your punk a*s missed
Booyah Nana you can't touch this
