| Busta:
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| Uh-uh
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| Fears, real fears
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| The universal Flipmode Squad
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| Known to every existing life form as the Imperial 6
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| Has formed an alliance with the official Cluemannatti
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| Whatever you want, we do whatever you want
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| (in the background as Busta speaks)
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| Whatever you you want (4x)
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| Do whatever you want, whatever you want (5x)
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| Baby Sham:
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| Yo it’s time to make these moves
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| Me and my Flipmode crew
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| Baby Sham spit the hot shit just for you
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| Make you get off your seat so you can cop the Clue
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| Q.B.C. |
| and killer kids never obey these rules
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| That’s why we roll deep and always carry the two
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| Smack a nigga face, fuck up his mood EXCUSE YOU
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| When we perform, bitches stand still like statues
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| Borrow this game, so y’all can proceed to move
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| Rah Digga:
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| Uh-uh the ruggedest thing as far as chics go
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| Watch nigga grow away faster than a pit bull
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| I tell them all they ain’t got nothing for 'em
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| Platinum and album with no singing in the chorus
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| You get ate like you was peanut butter and Shawarma
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| Go tell yo' people I got a shitty karma BRICK CITY
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| Home of the crush MC’s and my shit be the joint like I was Black Eyed
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| Peas
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| Hook (Busta Rhymes and Lord Have Mercy)
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| Wiggle how you want, shake it how you want
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| When you get a lot of money, spend it how you want
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| We always got the new, always coming through
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| Buck wild, do whatever that y’all wanna do
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| Wiggle how you want, shake it how you want
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| When you get a lot of money, spend it how you want
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| We always got the new, always coming through
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| With my nigga Clue, rapping with my Flipmode crew
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| Rampage:
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| Ramp, I’m still jig
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| I’m in the party taking a swig
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| I’m rich, yo I gotta think big
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| Holding the bar, me and Busta Bus, Lord Have and Spliff Star
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| Driving foreign cars, open club speed
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| Sham and Rah Digga had the weed, pass the duche
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| That all a nigga need
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| Twenty to one, y’all know the whole gamble
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| All my life I had to scramble WHAT
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| Spliff Star:
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| I be that thug back in the club
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| Puffin' on bud, chics eyein' me
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| Niggas through the street show me love
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| Gettin' paper now, Bill Gates is my neighbor now
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| Chics all flavors now, cause a nigga kinda famous now
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| This here, my year turn millionaire
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| If it’s well, cop a beach house, kick a seashell
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| If I got it, I’mma flaunt it
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| That Brooklyn shit, I’m on it
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| Spliff Star, America’s nightmare most wanted
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| Hook (DJ Clue shout outs)
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| Busta Rhymes:
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| You want beef, my name Beef Steak Charles
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| With deeper frequency than Lou Rawls
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| Drop like Niagara Falls
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| Soft like Quaker Oats whippin' in speed boats
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| Make y’all niggas BA-AH-AH like a bunch of billygoats
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| BA-AH-AH back to you, while you take notes
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| Rippin' shit down from the arena to parade floats YO
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| Yo, Flipmode Squad lock yo' house up
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| Quick to talk shit, nigga we lock yo mouths up
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| Lord Have Mercy:
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| Landlord confusing you chumps
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| Doing it up off rhymes
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| Scarring, shooting up the club
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| Like pharmaceutical drugs
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| You stupid as fuck, doing 'em up
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| Losing your blood
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| It’s a cold world, with beautiful sluts screwing for ones
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| King of the jungle (jungle), swing on a humble (humble)
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| Stay grippin' on bundles, scattered in pieces
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| Chatted with Jesus
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| Niggas salute the dead and gone, the dead and gone
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| Flipmode and Desert Storm, Desert Storm
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| Hook (2x)
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| DJ Clue:
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| DJ CLUE
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| Busta Rhymes (talking):
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| It only gets better motherfuckers
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| Flipmode the Imperial, Cluemanati
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| Do whatever the fuck y’all wanna do |