| Flipmode the Imperial
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| You know you love it when you hear us on the radio
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| Go cop the joint and play the shit up in your stereo
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| Or in the streets up in your Jeeps or in the disco
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| And if you want the fly shit, my nigga, here we go
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| You know it’s Digga lookin pretty in the video
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| With Bus-a-Bus up in the cut but you don’t hear me though
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| Just when you think we done we hit y’all we got plenty mo'
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| Blow!
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| It be’s the little mama, lip gloss and eyeliner
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| The only shit poppin like White Castle or the diner
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| Rah Digga make the joints that the DJs blast
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| Ghetto diva in the Source with the 3 page ad
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| Watch as the hood rat messiah climb swiftly
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| Labels scarred to death to let their artist bomb with me
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| Cause you can send your thuggest MC and watch me son 'em
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| The ruggedest bitch, don’t even rhyme about gunnin
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| Got joints circulating like them old karate flicks
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| Buncha Rah Digga shirts on some big body chicks
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| Throw my shit in your hoopty or your luxury trucks
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| And make the quickest turn around like 'dro for 20 bucks
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| And I’ll still be the greatest if this rap shit fail me
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| Back to jackin bootleg flicks from out the deli
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| Livin off the interest
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| Sippin on Tequila with my logo on the side of fuckin 18 wheelers
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| Ay yo yo yo
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| Raze and dazzle niggas like ya’ll
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| Spray niggas like you and dismantle niggas like y’all
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| I got the thing that’ll majorly handle niggas like y’all
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| Fight y’all, bust a semi and cancel niggas like y’all
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| I know some joke niggas who love to hassle niggas like y’all
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| Talk, and fix and simply dance on niggas like y’all
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| Trample niggas like y’all
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| Make examples outta niggas like y’all
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| Grit their teeth and cock the hammer up inside the dance hall
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| Thugs, here’s another sample for niggas like ya’ll
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| Or for the ones who pass and light a roman candle for niggas like y’all
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| Fight for niggas like y’all
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| Grad the mic from motherfuckers like y’all
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| Blow the spot in the night for all my niggas like y’all
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| My get high niggas, I blaze for niggas like y’all
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| Stink the spot up with 'dro now spray the fuckin Lysol
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| You know we be the ultimate
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| We fuckin with some other shit
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| And when we hit y’all
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| Yes, we sit and watch ya’ll niggas ride the dick
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| (Busta Rhymes)
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| A’yo, clap and slap up a nigga for talkin lotsa wack shit
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| While I roll around with the Harriet Thugman of this rap shit
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| (Rah Digga)
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| Black chick, with intellect, who wanna match wits?
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| Write my own rhymes so can’t no nigga tell me jack shit
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| (Busta Rhymes)
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| Master shit, Flipmode exclusive across the map and shit
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| Presenting the first lady of the squad so give me dap and shit
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| (Rah Digga)
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| Sayin' peace when you see me, play the role like Ally Sheedy
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| And I ain’t gon' join ya cipher if the weed’s too seedy
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| (Busta Rhymes)
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| Yo, make sure you see what we doing now, put on your binoculars
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| Then I gas ya like a paid latino down at Banco Popular
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| (Rah Digga)
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| Rah Digga underground and gon' always blow the spot for ya
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| Longest runnin shit since the Phantom of the Opera
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| (Busta Rhymes)
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| Bus-a-Bus, going down as one of the greatest spoken philosophers
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| Holding a 12-shot semi with a little red dot for ya
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| (Rah Digga)
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| First and only female unmatched by anyone
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| Rip it from old school to the next millennium |