| I’m a Natural Born Killa that’s Born to Rise
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| Flipmode is da Squad so it’s no surprise
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| Niggas want to advertise about how we get down
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| You fuck around: leave your body in the lost and found
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| How you like me now?
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| We got the industry on lock
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| The world is on shock
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| I’m a take a piece of the rock
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| Yo, you feel it in the heart when we took you to the park
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| Midnight after dark, I’m the raider of the lost ark (ark echo’s)
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| Now na na na na na na, na na nah
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| Super size, super size, right before your eyes
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| I bring in treats like giant sweet potato pies
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| Wise, sword shift and I spit on flies
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| Killing all the tips from studio spies
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| Head to bed, beddie bye, beddie bye
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| Don’t ask why. |
| Why? |
| What do you ask as a reply?
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| Flipmode’s the Squad don’t rest, don’t try
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| Peace to my people in the friendly sky
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| Peace to my outer space ties
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| I’m in leather like the ladies
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| Bigger than crack in the 80's
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| Drive the buggy I Mercedes
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| Blow up like C-4
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| Got so much to live for
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| Can’t play the game no more
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| Pick up the cain no more
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| Brothers ain’t the same no more
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| Try to sweat me, what am I aiming for
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| Get yourself caught up
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| Faggot ass tore up
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| In the worst way, the only way you can stop me
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| Is cock your Glock and shot me
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| Drop me, pop me, make sure you that you got me
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| Cause anyhow I live I’m comin back for you poppy
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| What y’all niggas wanna do?
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| (Yo we can take it outside)
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| Ya’ll niggas want something?
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| (Yo we can take it outside)
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| What y’all niggas wanna do?
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| (Yo we can take it outside)
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| Ya’ll niggas want something?
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| (Yo we can take it outside)
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| Push up in the hot rod, alley cats a rah rah
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| All my flipmode in the backseats with chrome nines
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| I’m here to bust mine
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| Nigga fragile let his brain fry
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| Pretty boy sliced up feel the contact from this red eye
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| You failed to realize when you macks me you drop the plastic
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| Run up in your crib and snatch the heemis from the mattress
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| My crew expanded, QB is where we landed
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| Yellow strip you crossed it
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| Now I’m forcing you to drink this Sham’s potion
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| Show me were loaded
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| The desert eagle hear it cockin'
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| Lovin my doggies
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| While we shinin' continue flossin
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| (Flipmode, Flipmode) Killa kids
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| Flipmode we are, 'mode we are.
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| Fuck steppin on toes I crush the whole shoe
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| Pronto like Cru till I’m Triumphant like Wu
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| The shit you talkin crazy like niggas turnin in their hand guns
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| I be burnin MC’s like Betty’s grandson
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| Smokin grey poupon boy
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| Two lines, I chew rhymes and make niggas fold like they was futons
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| Rah Digga, all day Outsidaz, this Squad be Flipmode
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| We get our dick rode a whole shitload
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| What y’all niggas wanna do?
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| (Yo we can take it outside)
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| Ya’ll niggas want something?
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| (Yo we can take it outside)
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| What y’all niggas wanna do?
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| (Yo we can take it outside)
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| Ya’ll niggas want something?
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| (Yo we can take it outside)
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| We the official g-u-rilla to lead militias
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| That pillage, americana
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| Spit sentences like, venomous iguanas
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| Reminisce the promise
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| Bring drama like Nicaragua
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| Fatigues march, army leaders, they count crooked drug dollars
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| And sip fresh squeezed milk from the titties of llamas
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| Leave cities in carnage
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| Pretty as farmers that pour whiskey at harvest and hold 16 bananas
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| Maintain, maintain, maintain
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| I reign like Mussolini’s iron fists
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| Try on this, you can’t see me like vagina lips
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| Smugglin diamond chips, bubblin anonymous
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| The dominant will resource and count on script crews and world wars
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| Yo, you better practice what you preach
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| I got 7 MC’s at 10 G’s a show each
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| Never interfere and shit, souvenirs for your ears and shit
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| Clear poetry like William Shakespeare and shit
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| Word is bond checkin me out
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| Hey what you talkin about
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| You lost and you walkin about
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| Niggas got beef they really want to chill and start talkin it out
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| Hey, oh my god, y’all nigga be buggin me out
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| Wish they could lay me down and have the police start chalkin me out
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| Now I zoom in on you and my niggas start stalkin you out
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| Shut down on bullshit you total recallin' about
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| This one’s for my people and my niggas up North
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| The rulership dynasty of Flipmode finally come forth
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| Exports and imports hittin you with flavors of all sorts
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| My squad comin through, chop off your ear
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| What y’all niggas wanna do?
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| (Yo we can take it outside)
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| Ya’ll niggas want something?
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| (Yo we can take it outside)
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| What y’all niggas wanna do?
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| (Yo we can take it outside)
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| Ya’ll niggas want something?
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| (Yo we can take it outside)
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| What y’all niggas wanna do?
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| (Yo we can take it outside)
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| Ya’ll niggas want something?
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| (Yo we can take it outside)
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| What y’all niggas wanna do?
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| (Yo we can take it outside)
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| Ya’ll niggas want something?
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| (Yo we can take it outside) |