| Bad Boy
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| Come out and play
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| You know we had to do a remix, right?
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| Ugh! | 
| Ugh!
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| Niggas is mad I get more butt than ashtrays (Yeah)
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| Fuck a fair one, I get mine the fast way
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| Ski mask way, nigga, ransom notes (Ugh)
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| Far from handsome, but damn, a nigga tote (What you tote?)
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| More guns than roses, foes is shaking in their boots
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| Invisible bully, like The Gooch
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| Disappear, vamoose, you’re wack to me (Ugh)
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| Take them rhymes back to the factory
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| I see, the gimmicks, the wack lyrics
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| The shit is depressing, pathetic, please forget it (Ugh)
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| You’re mad 'cause my style you’re admiring
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| Don’t be mad, UPS is hiring (Woo!)
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| You should’ve been a cop, fuck hip-hop
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| With that freestyle, you’re bound to get shot (Ugh)
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| Not from Houston but I Rap-A-Lot (Uh-huh)
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| Pack the gat a lot (Uh-huh), the flav’s 'bout to drop, ugh
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| Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear
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| Time for new flava in ya ear
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| I’m kicking new flava in ya ear
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| Mack’s the brand-new flava in ya ear
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| Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear
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| Time for new flava in ya ear (Ahh, here comes the Mack!)
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| Word up, no rap, no crap, you bore me (Remix)
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| Wanna grab my dick, too lazy, hold it for me (Ugh)
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| I’m straight, rap great, busting heads, straighten dreads
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| I’m everlasting (What?), like the toe on Pro-Keds
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| A Tec-9 when I rhyme; | 
| plus, I climb
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| Word is bond, your album couldn’t fuck with one line
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| It’s been three years since you last hear
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| But now, I reappear, your heart pumps fear
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| To your gut (What?), did your girl’s butt (Ha)
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| I scraped it, shaped it, now, she won’t strut (Haha)
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| I smash teeth, fuck your beef, no relief
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| I step on stage, girls scream like I’m Keith (*Haaaa*)
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| You won’t be around next year (No, you won’t)
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| My raps too severe, kicking mad flava in ya ear
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| Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear
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| Time for new flava in ya ear
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| I’m kicking new flava in ya ear
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| Mack’s the brand new flava in ya ear
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| Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear
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| Time for new flava in ya ear
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| 21, '94, mad motherfucking hardcore
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| It’s my time to burn, now, explore
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| The flava in ya ear, it’s The Boy Scout
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| I make outs, I make other rappers have doubts (That's right)
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| You’re fucking with the wrong clan and the wrong man
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| That’s it, now you got to get your dome split (Rock on)
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| I’m going into my knapsack with my gat
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| Take off my hat, guess I’m just cool like that
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| The dangerous, the ruggedness, from the Flatbush abyss (Ugh)
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| BLS, 97, KISS, bounce to this
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| I’m gonna live long in this rap game, niggas know my name
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| Yo, Puffy! | 
| (Burn 'em in the flames)
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| You’re jingling, baby (Go 'head, Daddy)
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| You’re jingling, baby (Go 'head, Daddy)
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| Hee-shee! | 
| Ugh, blow-ticious
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| Skeevy (Mmm), delicious
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| Gimme couscous, love me good
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| Mmm, damn! | 
| Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good?
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| I guess like the jeans, ugh!
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| Flavor like praline, sick, daddy, yah’mean?
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| Papa love it, when he does it (That's right)
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| Niggas buzz it
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| But tell me, was it really just the flavor that be clogging your ears?
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| The most healthy behavior is to stay in the clear (Ugh)
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| It’s all for you, it’s really all for you (Now what?)
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| Hunchback, close your eyes, try to munch that
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| Oil up your ankles, let your Timbs tap
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| Bite the flavor, it reacts to your gold caps
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| Word to Mama, I tongue-kiss a piranha
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| Electrocute a barracuda, I’m here to bring the drama
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| Yo! | 
| Yo! | 
| Yo! | 
| Flavors in your ass crease, ha!
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| Busta Rhymes about to bring the noise, so cease, ha
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| Let me loose from the belly of the beast, ha
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| Everybody!
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| Hey, hey, hey! | 
| You better believe it’s Busta Rhymes, the great
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| We 'bout to rip the Tri-State, yo, yo
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| Hey, hey, hey! | 
| I’ll split your face and give you stitches
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| Throw niggas in ditches, slap the ass of fat bitches
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| Wait one sec, as I get down
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| I’m rolling with the heavyweight connect to the stomping ground
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| Now, don’t you get suspicious, I grant your wishes every time (Ha)
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| Bring it vicious when I bust a rhyme (Word is bond)
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| I know one thing the whole world least expected
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| Is how we all connected (Ha) to break food on the same record
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| Five new flavors on beat, feel the fucking heat (Whoa)
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| I really think you should retreat while we blow up the street (Hey)
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| Instead of copping pleas, just freeze (Ha)
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| Maintain the focus while we smoke these marijuana trees
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| When I get down, I disappear, reappear
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| And blow up everywhere (Ha!), fucking with these flavors in ya ear
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| Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear
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| Time for new flava in ya ear
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| I’m kicking new flava in ya ear
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| Mack’s the brand new flava in ya ear
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| Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear
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| Time for new flava in ya ear
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| I’m kicking new flava in ya ear
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| Mack’s the brand new flava in ya ear
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| East New Jersey
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| Bad Boy
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| Rock on
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| Mo Bee
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| Rock on |