| DJ Clue
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| Desert Strom
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| Yea
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| Flipmode
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| Busta Rhymes
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| Rah Digga
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| The Inauguration
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| (New Busta Rhymes!!!)
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| Yea, yea ha ha ha yea
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| (Feat Rah Digga)
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| What
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| Give it to me
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| All my nggaz
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| Where you at now?
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| Check me
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| When we arrive in the spot
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| Who the fuck you think fazin'
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| We amazing and we blazin' nigga
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| And while we blow shit every time
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| Fully equipped for the occasion
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| While we dazin', and we grazin' niggas
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| Make you leak and drip
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| Till your body shelves up faggots
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| Just like a razor say your grace and get the praisin' niggas
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| Flipmode be the ultimate unit, play your position
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| While he lace it, know your place, while we decreasin' niggas
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| I have a hard time with wack niggas talkin'
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| Die slow with all that weak shit, you speak shit, eat shit!
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| Cause when we march and high-step in the spot
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| Niggas love it when we leak shit, the heat shit, street shit!
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| And while we drop the most miraculous bombs
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| Ya’ll niggas ain’t really dropin nothin'
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| Rockin nothin', toppin' nothin' (whhaaatttt!)
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| Now to ya’ll funny niggas talkin' your talk
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| Ya’ll niggas ain’t even really coppin' nothin'
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| Poppin' nothin', stoppin' nothin'
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| All my niggas that be ride in the trucks
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| Getting' money say it! |
| (ho)
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| Niggas, say it (ho, hoooo!)
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| All my niggas thata' rep for the street
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| Hold it down say it! |
| (ho)
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| Niggas, what! |
| I’m sayin' (ho, hoooo!)
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| All my bitches thata' beef with they nigga
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| And hold it down with em' (whaa)
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| Say it, bitches, I’m sayin' (whaa, whaaa!)
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| And to my bitches that be doin' it and get their own money
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| Just say it (whaa)
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| Say it, bitches, I’m sayin' (whaa, whaaa!)
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| Say 1 for the dirty
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| 2 for hard core
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| 3 for the trees stashed in my top drawer
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| I be comin' to ya' live!
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| Fuck up your whole circuit
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| Make rappers ask them self if this shit is even worth it
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| Don’t really need to brag
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| Cause these streets a tell
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| Stay tight, be polite, and she specks so well
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| Say fuck the world
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| Who ever ain’t feelin' me
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| Campaignin' through the hood like my name was Hillary
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| The illest with form
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| I’m the illest on the norm
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| The illest on my barn (?)
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| The illest on the song
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| Any type wanna yap or think they can rap
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| I’m a scream on motherfuckas like my name was Big Cap
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| Timbaland, sweat pants, sacks of high dro
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| The dirtiest flow in magazines like Whoa!
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| Make it hot, flow it down
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| Like some hoers, you can lift this
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| And be careful what you write cause I might of already flipped it
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| All my niggas that be ridin' on 20's
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| And gettinn' money say it! |
| (ho)
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| Niggas, say it (ho, hoooo!)
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| All my niggas thata' rep for the street
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| Hold it down say it! |
| (ho)
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| Niggas, what! |
| I’m sayin' (ho, hoooo!)
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| All my bitches thata' beef with they nigga
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| And hold it down with em' (whaa)
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| Say it, bitches, I’m sayin' (whaa, whaaa!)
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| And to my bitches that be doin' it and get their own money
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| Just say it (whaa)
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| Say it, bitches, I’m sayin' (whaa, whaaa!)
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| Now we don’t give a fuck
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| We serious nigga
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| We smokin' trees, stackin' G’s, nigga please, nigga what now?
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| Music just for niggas backin' they jaws
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| Makin' you freeze, beta' eaze, get on your knees, nigga what now?
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| Digga, digga, digga
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| Type of swing only Rah could bring
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| I could passion (?) crazy rhymin', and I do my thing
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| Trantin' niggas to threads, like white boys in kegs
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| Cuss words and verbs
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| Going over niggas heads
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| Yo no mercy and we taken no prisoners
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| Pull the trigger, now we bigger, me and digga, in the spot now!
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| Ya’ll mothafuckas really think you can manage
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| What we deliver, cause we thicker, and we sick of what the fuck now!
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| Digga, digga, digga
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| Ripped shit since the 80's
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| You taken me like if, and, mazin'
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| Lil' crazy, lil' lazy, sop it up like gravy
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| Couldn’t write a wack rhyme if a mothafucka paid me
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| DJ Clue
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| Desert Storm
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| You know how we do things
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| Word up! |