CHORUS
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Ya don't stop
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To my people in the front
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Ya don't stop
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To my people in the rear
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Say what
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Throw your hands in the air
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Ya don't stop
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To my people on the left
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Ya don't stop
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To my people on the right
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Ya don't stop
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To my people everywhere
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Say what
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Throw your hands in the air
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Ya don't stop
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To my people in New York
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Ya don't stop
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To my people down south
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Ya don't stop
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To my people out west
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Say what
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Throw your hands in the air
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To my hip hop niggas
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Ya don't stop
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To my niggas in the street
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Ya don't stop
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To my niggas gettin money
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Say what
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Throw your hands in the air
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Ya don't stop
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[Spliff Star]
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Uh, straight off the bat
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My squad is known across the map
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When y'all niggas show love then we show you love back
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Y'all niggas want beef
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Fuck it take it to the streets
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Y'all niggas gon chill
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Then we sit down and we build
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My squad finally here
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Unit of the year
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We settin up shop and we aint going nowhere
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We want it all
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Even if we gotta brawl for it
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We want it all
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Even if you gotta fall for it
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We stage wreckers
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Fifty-two car deckers
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Reppin to the world till the law come and get us
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You jealous fellas
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I'm puttin holes in vendettas
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Twist your body
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With two shells from a shottie POW!
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[Baby Sham]
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Niggas wanna get me touched
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(Naw they cant touch you)
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Shinin and flossin too much
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(Naw they can't cross you)
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Light on my toes
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Left him ten feet
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Part from his heat
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Play it softly
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The truth speaks through this poetry
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For me to call shot
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Cock block my life
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Add a little spice
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Devil eyes snake rise on dice
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Have your fam call christ
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Flipmode battle for mics
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All my shit be high priced
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I'm slashing dikes
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Feel me
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Liftin thugs out they crease it's quickly
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Shift two keys in two weeks
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And gross forty g's
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Report me
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And live shortly
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Slouch cat livin off calibil breeze
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You wanna get involved
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Better grip on tight
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Take the next flight
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We got it locked on the next bike
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[Rampage]
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Check it out
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I got the eye of a tiger
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That's plan to go higher
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My squad is on fire
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And till death do us
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If the label wanna sue us
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Yo I'm taking the reels
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I'm the man with the gat that be ready to peel
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I'm the one next to Spliff when it's time to ill
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I'ma show by astro red cross and blue shields
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Watch us make a move
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Catch us on smokin groove
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Rules house of blues
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MTV News
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On the bus with my Flipmode loco (loco)
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Takin flicks
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Hittin chicks by the dozen (dozen)
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Keep a shot runnin
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Now I'm on a journey
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It take you twenty light years to burn me (burn me)
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If you want beef call my attorney
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All that other wack shit don't concern me
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I'm being felt
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I got a title under my belt
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I'm out to get the wealth
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I'm bout my squad and myself
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CHORUS
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[Rah Digga]
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Uhh
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Comin correct for all my Flipmode brothers
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Stats ratin higher then that of single mothers
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Peace to my Outz clique
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Bitches that I bounce with
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Everybody else get the gas like Auschwitz
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Like, flows for real like a rap bitch should
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Type takin niggas out like they packaged goods
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Rappers wanna contest
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They buggin
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Straight up and down we run the underground like H. Tubman
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What, I'm the bomb bitch
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nigga RAH
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D-I-G got Rah
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God be my
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Witness
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Long as I walk this globe
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I be spittin more verses than the Book of Job
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[Busta Rhymes]
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Why are you ignoring us
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Running into hiding and avoiding us
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Niggas on the low be recording us
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My rhyme flow remain poisonous
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Thus
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Yo your shit sound wack still annoying us
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We alive nigga aint no destroying us
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You better off if you come join with us
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Perpendicular
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Or analyzing my whole molecular
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In particular
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Roll with my squad or go singular
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I aint into bitches who fuck animals like caligula
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More hot shit so get your water sprinkler
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Fire extinguisher
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Rhyme prime minister
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C'MON!
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Never mistake me for nobody else
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Another blast make you shit on yourself
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I hope all y'all know that I always master the art
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Rip you apart
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Put your hand on my heart
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Flipmode number one on the charts
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Solo or collective
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My perspective the objective
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Is to win
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All praises due to my squad one in the same
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Cherish every |