Straight Spittin'
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Flipmode Squad
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_The_Imperial_
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<Rampage>
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I'll bust all you cats in the game for malpractice
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I'm in Jersey, where I'm paying no taxes
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I'll stick your girl, Agnus
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Flipmode bring the madness
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Platinum status, Rampage I'm the baddest
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Check the credit, yo you might as well dead it
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I said it, fuck the edit, it's uncut
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Nigga what, it's crunch time for me to shine
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I'm a show you easily for me to take mines
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Pass my nickel plated nine, call me Einstein
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Buck a shot two times and stick you for your rhyme
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Put you in a pine box
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You and your whole family's on detox
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Hustlin crack for Reeboks
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Holy socks, cut you with my ox
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Rampage got the city locked
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and your function, to the Flat Bush junction
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Causin rambunction, watch me do you somethin
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<Baby Sham>
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Baby Sham on some new shit
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New and exclusive
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5'3", Caramel, tight grip on a four fifth
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Leave em all stiff, blow smoke from this foul drift
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Nigga with the 6 story, throw em off the cliff
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As I speak the shit to put my name on the list
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The small thug with a slug put a mark on his wrist
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A tattoo of pyramids, puttin hollows in clips
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Peeped your gat, jammed tight, Ross your lookin to riff (what the fuck?)
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QB's type shit, cause we runnin your clique
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See me in the drop, with your six, sayin she snitched
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But never that, cuz-o, high beam through the window
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My lookouts move slow, they heard you never blast though
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Got a safe in your crib, sham, you know the code
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Search, spoke out, 3, 2, 1, that's zero
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Took the c notes and flip mode left on the quietest note
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Swallowed these then cleared your throat
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Bitch ass, you should have spoke
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<Busta Rhymes>
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*GIMMIE AN F*
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Fuck the bullshit, fire my gun
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Fly a nigga head, fuck it for fun
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Fuck where you from
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*GIMMIE AN L*
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Layin on beaches, killin all leeches
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Love to break a liar face
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Pick up the pieces, yo
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*GIMMIE AN I*
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Intelligence eliminates all irrelavance
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Icon of immaculate rhyme common sense
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*GIMMIE A P*
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Powerful professional
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Poppin my pistol
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Make a pack of people paranoid like 20 pitbulls
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*GIMMIE AN M*
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Master of all missions
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Maker of decisions
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Head on collisions
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Massacre the meat rack, ask the women
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*GIMMIE AN O*
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Got niggas open, open heart surgery
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Rhyme so official, overthrow governments
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Shit is nursery
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*GIMMIE A D*
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Diggin my dick all inside your chick
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Dominate the heavyweight division
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Rhymin district
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*GIMMIE AN E*
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Everlasting slang
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Eternal ebonics
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Lyrical e-mail
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Stabalize livin in all my economics
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*SQUAD*
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Group of men, women
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Unified force
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Squadron
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Movin like one in unison
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Beg your pardon
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<Rah Digga>
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What they call me
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A hundred on a Harley
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Out of nowhere, and keep you surfin like Brawley(sp?)
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Narley! I'm the bitch with the pistol
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Woody Woodpecker or L.L. at the Bristol
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Official stand, hold it down in Trent
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Then link up at the tunnel with the rest of my camp
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Paper like Meade, I'm in the mix like Speed
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And be screamin on the mic till my tonsils bleed
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Yeah that's the way it is
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Like when a kid get chirstened
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Like comin to the bricks to find your whip missin
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Rockin uptown, on down to west Howston
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Houston, peace to my bitches that's boostin
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After juicin, I'm a straight black ball a rapper
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Tap a nigga's nerves like them hackers
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Be goin on the modem, I get the call from the dispatcher
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Then show them mother f'ers what I'm after
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<Spliff Starr>
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Yo I back slap a wack mc for trying to be
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Something he not, pull his card, blow up his spot
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Nigga talkin bout murder but ain't committin one
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Niggas talkin bout gats but ain't bustin one
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Yo, I see you in the (?) portayin like you a thug
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Yea, your man got a gatt, but he ain't bustin no slug
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You
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You's a local black spokesman, I split your front open
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Viscious knife wound, fucked up like Ron Goldman
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Spliff, I spit, fully equipped for any bullshit
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Grew up with the bad and ugly, quick to pull shit
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Ignorant, vulgar, on your taperecorder
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Idol to your son and probably lover to your daughter
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| Fatman son, wilted grandso |
