*featuring Flipmode Squad
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[Baby Sham]
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Aiyyo, balls your pencils
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As hollow tips get in you
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Bots cutting to slice your face you
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Rhymes is natural
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Hold two lives and four wives
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Up in the crack capsule
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Flipmode cruddy styles has been past you
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Rush pass
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You couldn't touch cash
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If it was under your nose
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Like a mustache
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Nigga
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What ass
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Show your whole cheek
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Slugs with no heat
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Diamonds that don't break
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You thugs is so sweet
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[Rampage]
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I float so much I get seasick
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Flipmode is the Squad who I beez with
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Who I get plucks with
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And push German V's with
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Rampage I'm psychic I can see shit
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To the next millenium
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You not gon be shit
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Scratch your name off the list
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Cut your wrist
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You know the issue
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I'm official
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When you die none of your niggas is really gon miss you
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[Chorus:]
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FLIPMODE SQUAD
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Here to drop bombs
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AGAINST ALL ODDS
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Still remain gods
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GRIP YOUR ARM
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We always come hard
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THE WORLD IS OURS
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Call a National Guard
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[Rah Digga]
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Here we go
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Any bitch that rhyme wanna flex she ass
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I'm stomping all things like I'm plexi-glass
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Niggas make way like when they hear sirens
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Treat you like park and too close to fire hydrants
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All up in the board
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Kicking back long islands
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Get your wig split first solid defiance
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Rah Earth and sun in this Imperial alliance
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You do the science
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[Spliff Star]
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I'm getting money shitting, turn intruders into vixens
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Fall off beeper uh-uh niggas stay getting
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Dirty nigga for life
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That's how Spliff's living
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Throwing niggas in caskets
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Tired of a yellow ribbons
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I buck my duck if you touch my one
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Rather Jamaican than belly boy make you people for fun
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Fat Man's Son, street educated
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The colonel of ghetto jurors, still thug related
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[Chorus]
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[Lord Have Mercy]
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We enemies of three strike felony laws
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Gorilla dicking K-Y jelly for whores
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Lapdances trap grands without laws
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My baby moms, three eighty for your arms
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That bust with loud force
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The ghetto with us
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That bang Makaveli in trucks
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That whatever the fuck to give a cheddar in chunks
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Who gazey chase
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Fake thugs with lazy aid
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Track marks
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Rap stars
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And a rain of aids
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[Busta Rhymes]
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Yo, what you want from us
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Now visualize more of us
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Stay toting under my given flavor from Nauticas
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Destroy every arch rival or any challenger
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Make you remember this day
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Nigga mark it on your calendar
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I'm showing you something
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You ain't saying nothing
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My niggas make noise
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Like a bunch of volcanoes erupting
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None of y'all niggas really wanna war
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The type of nigga to crash my plane in your building
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In the name of the law
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[Chorus]
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Against All Odds
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Busta Rhymes |