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[Featuring Flipmode Squad]

Baby Sham:

Ay Yo

Balls your pencils

As hollow tips get in you

Bots cutting to slice your face you

Rhymes is natural

Hold two lives and four wives

Up in the crack capsule

Flipmode cruddy styles has been past you

Rush pass

You couldn`t touch cash

If it was under your nose

Like a mustache

Nigga

What ass

Show your whole cheek

Slugs with no heat

Diamonds that don`t break

You thugs is so sweet

Rampage:

I flow so much I can see sick

Flipmode is the squad who I bees with

Who I get plucks with

And push German V`s with

Rampage I`m psychic I can see shit

To the next millenium

You not gon be shit

Scratch your name off the list

Cut your wrist

You know the issue

I`m official

When you die none of your niggas is really gon miss you

Chorus:

FLIPMODE SQUAD

Here to drop bombs

AGAINST ALL ODDS

Still remain gods

GRIP YOUR ARM

We always come hard

THE WORLD IS OURS

Call a National Guard

Rah Digga:

Here we go

Any bitch that rhyme wanna flex she ass

I`m stomping all things like I`m plexi-glass

Niggas make way like when they hear sorry`s

Treat you like park and too close to fire hydrants

All up in the board

Kicking back long islands

Get your wig split first solid defiance

Rah

Earth and sun in this Imperial alliance

You do the science

Spliff Star:

I`m getting money shitting

Turn intruders into vixens

Fall off

Beeper uh-uh

Niggas stay getting

Dirty nigga for life

That`s how Spliff`s living

Throwing niggas in caskets

Tired of a yellow ribbons

I buck my duck

If you touch my one

Rather Jamaican than belly boy make you people for fun

Fact my son

Street educated

The colonel of ghetto jurors

Still thug related

Chorus:

Lord Have Mercy:

We enemies of three strike felony laws

Gorilla dicking

K-Y jelly for whores

Lapdances

Trap grands without laws

My baby moms

Three eighty for your arms

That bust with loud force

The ghetto with us

That bang makaveli and trucks

That whatever the fuck to give a cheddar in chunks

Who gazey chase

Fake thugs with lazy aid

Track marks

Rap stars

And a rain of aids

Busta Rhymes:

Yo

What you want from us

Now visualize more of us

Stay toting under my given flavor from Nauticas

Destroy every arch rival or any challenger

Make you remember this day

Nigga mark it on your calendar

I`m showing you something

You ain`t saying nothing

My niggas make noise

Like a bunch of volcanoes erupting

None of y`all niggas really wanna war

The type of nigga to crack my plane in your building

In the name of the law

Chorus:

[Featuring Flipmode Squad]

Baby Sham:

Ay Yo

Balls your pencils

As hollow tips get in you

Bots cutting to slice your face you

Rhymes is natural

Hold two lives and four wives

Up in the crack capsule

Flipmode cruddy styles has been past you

Rush pass

You couldn`t touch cash

If it was under your nose

Like a mustache

Nigga

What ass

Show your whole cheek

Slugs with no heat

Diamonds that don`t break

You thugs is so sweet

Rampage:

I flow so much I can see sick

Flipmode is the squad who I bees with

Who I get plucks with

And push German V`s with

Rampage I`m psychic I can see shit

To the next millenium

You not gon be shit

Scratch your name off the list

Cut your wrist

You know the issue

I`m official

When you die none of your niggas is really gon miss you

Chorus:

FLIPMODE SQUAD

Here to drop bombs

AGAINST ALL ODDS

Still remain gods

GRIP YOUR ARM

We always come hard

THE WORLD IS OURS

Call a National Guard

Rah Digga:

Here we go

Any bitch that rhyme wanna flex she ass

I`m stomping all things like I`m plexi-glass

Niggas make way like when they hear sorry`s

Treat you like park and too close to fire hydrants

All up in the board

Kicking back long islands

Get your wig split first solid defiance

Rah

Earth and sun in this Imperial alliance

You do the science

Spliff Star:

I`m getting money shitting

Turn intruders into vixens

Fall off

Beeper uh-uh

Niggas stay getting

Dirty nigga for life

That`s how Spliff`s living

Throwing niggas in caskets

Tired of a yellow ribbons

I buck my duck

If you touch my one

Rather Jamaican than belly boy make you people for fun

Fact my son

Street educated

The colonel of ghetto jurors

Still thug related

Chorus:

Lord Have Mercy:

We enemies of three strike felony laws

Gorilla dicking

K-Y jelly for whores

Lapdances

Trap grands without laws

My baby moms

Three eighty for your arms

That bust with loud force

The ghetto with us

That bang makaveli and trucks

That whatever the fuck to give a cheddar in chunks

Who gazey chase

Fake thugs with lazy aid

Track marks

Rap stars

And a rain of aids

Busta Rhymes:

Yo

What you want from us

Now visualize more of us

Stay toting under my given flavor from Nauticas

Destroy every arch rival or any challenger

Make you remember this day

Nigga mark it on your calendar

I`m showing you something

You ain`t saying nothing

My niggas make noise

Like a bunch of volcanoes erupting

None of y`all niggas really wanna war

The type of nigga to crack my plane in your building

In the name of the law

Chorus:

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