| Flipmode motherfuckas
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| Flipmode motherfuckas
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| What the fuck you want
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| What the fuck nigga
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| What you want
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| What the fuck nigga (We gon hit it down like this nigga what)
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| Check it out
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| I be
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| Testing your fate and wrecking your face
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| Invading your space
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| And watch the tables turn like you’re trading a place
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| I pull stunts like evil kadeival
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| Me and my people fly like an eagle
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| And blow your entire cathingil
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| Hurry hurry
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| Don’t worry worry
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| Hit y’all with a flurry flurry of jazz
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| Leaving y’all niggas blurry blurry
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| Brew up some shit like I’m cooking for y’all
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| When I’m done then I come looking for y’all
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| (Huh huh hold up hold up)
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| Federal cases cause nuff bodies end up in medical places
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| In they blood finding them chemical traces
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| Leaving special investigators going through skeptical phases
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| While we getting money the decimal changes
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| I was a seven-day affentice apprentice
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| Now I strike with a vengeance
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| Blowing the door right up off of the hinges
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| This be that put you out of your misery song
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| And make you ask your man is this the joint he dissing me on
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| That’s when I ask
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| What the fuck nigga what you want
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| What the fuck nigga what you want
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| What the fuck nigga what you want
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| What the fuck nigga what you want
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| What the fuck nigga what you want
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| What the fuck nigga what you want
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| What the fuck nigga what you want
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| What the fuck nigga what you want
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| What the fuck nigga what you want
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| What the fuck nigga what you want
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| What the fuck nigga
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| Moving your muscle and doing the hustle
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| See nowadays we getting money like rustle
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| Who really wanna tussle
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| Challenge the super saber in a nigga
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| Blast the challenger way out of space like Galica nigga
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| Battle star Galactica cross my diameter nigga
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| Derange your whole circular shape into triangular nigga
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| Yo
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| So what it was my fault
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| That I had to bring this shit to a screaming halt
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| What you need to do is open up the vault
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| That’s why I make sure that my vest will be on
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| So when I blast you and your additional stress will be gone
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| Then I sprinkle just a little bit of salt on your plans
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| And watch your shit shrivel up right in the palm of my hands
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| I ain’t afraid of ya
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| But I thank all of my niggas for saving ya
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| I was about to take you back
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| To when your mother was making ya
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| Clapping you up
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| Slapping you up
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| Trapping you up
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| Holding you hostage
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| Duck taping and Saran wrapping you up
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| Yo
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| First she was sober
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| I smell aroma
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| Put you in a Trans
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| And slip into an irreversible coma
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| Fuck y’all cubic zirconium niggas it’s over
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| Closing in on all y’all niggas
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| While we’re moving in a little closer
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| Then I evaluate and elaborate
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| Confiscate your shit and dare your ass to retaliate
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| That’s when I ask |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song What The F*** You Want!! , by - Busta Rhymes. Song from the album Extinction Level Event: The Final World Front, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп