| yo it’s like tic tac toe
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| the god is back, make bitches say hoe
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| blow shit, roast ya than down in Waco
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| big foot raps nigga let’s make dough
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| pull up to the lot, valet the Range Rove
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| flyer than a motherfucker, all day glow
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| in the club nigga glow in the dark and lay low
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| bang your head to this shit, while the beat play slow
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| junior varsity niggas while we play pro
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| ringside seats we all in the same row
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| like a crew of bitches pull up and dodge the ragos
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| and how we dazzle these bitches with how we change flows
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| we take your slot, how a bitch take half
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| and rock chains with pieces the size of spacecrafts
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| you know what I rep, that’s Flipmode Squad!
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| wildin like a thousand niggas up in the wreck yard
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| Callin all live niggas
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| BOOYAH!
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| Callin all live bitches
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| OOH OOOOH!
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| Yes I hold a pound for y’all
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| Say what?
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| Busta Rhymes hold it down for y’all
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| Get money!
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| Callin all live niggas
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| BOOYAH!
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| Callin all live bitches
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| OOH OOOOH!
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| Yes I hold a crown for y’all
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| Say what?
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| Flipmode put it down for y’all
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| YEAH, YEAH!
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| yeah, yo, the empire strikes back
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| shit is official, street niggas fight back
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| the way we set it off even the bitches might black
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| raunchy as fuck, even they like it like that
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| Busta Rhymes in this bitch you know I got another batch
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| more hotter shit nigga strike another match
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| bang this shit in your truck, nigga open up the hatch
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| and hold on your jewels before your shit get snatched
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| better lock your doors, slide across the latch
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| before we figure out the next vic to catch
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| so much lyrics flowin to throw in a teacup
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| more crack for y’all we just reed up
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| gutter like a piss test in a pee cup
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| switch the bounce for the streets, had to change the speed up
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| raw for the bitches who thick and beefed up
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| strip a club, big titty bitches double D cup
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| we all up in the truck, what the fuck we treed up
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| pure coke for niggas, get skeed up
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| let me bang something hard on your head like Vince Carter
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| and charter jets for my niggas with automatic starters
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| blow shit regular like the UniBomber
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| surprise attack you niggas like fuckin Pearl Harbor
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| jailhouse raps, let it bang a little harder
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| while I rep for the fam, Busta Rhymes the godfather
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| so remarkable
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| classic rugged nigga music
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| big truck shit
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| 20 inch rims on a UConn or something
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| a fuckin Escalade, Navigator |