Verse 1: Spliff Star
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Yeah
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Heh
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A Flipmode y'all (x4)
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Hah
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Heh
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Hahahaha
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Yo
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Yo, Uh
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I spits rhymes for thug cats
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Neighborhood drug rats
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Hardcore
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Keep it raw
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What
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Niggaz love that
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Stack the greenbacks
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And stay steady with the weed sack
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Spliff Star one of the famous foreigners
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>From East Flat-Bush
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Fire arms till you no longer breather black
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Make it hot
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Standin on the corner wit the G-Pack
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Look at me
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Lampin in defiance wit my seats back
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Got the game to fuck wit ?Jane? where you and her sleep at
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Verse 2: Rah Digga
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Lyrically inclined
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And inclined to get lyrical
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Checkin for residuals
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Rhymin be the ritual
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Ill individual
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Bad habitat
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Watch my voice battle cats
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While i'm spittin battle raps
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On the high horse
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And i keep my saddle strapped
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You'd be headin up the river like 'where the paddle at?'
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Got a rhyme overload
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Rah Digga always front ya
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Leavin niggaz stuck like I was accupuncture
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Chorus:
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Got niggaz from the hood
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Thinkin shit all good
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I'm askin all y'all
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WATCHA COME AROUND HERE FO!!!
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Got niggaz outta town
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Tryin to come and be down
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I'm askin all y'all
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WATCHA COME AROUND HERE FO!!!
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Got niggaz online
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Think they fuckin wit mine
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I'm askin all y'all
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WATCHA COME AROUND HERE FO!!!
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I'm askin all y'all
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WATCHA COME AROUND HERE FO!!!
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I'm askin all y'all
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WATCHA COME AROUND HERE FO!!!
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Verse 3: Baby Sham
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It makes alot of sense
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When you see Sham in black Benz
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With high friends
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Pull up the club wit dark tints
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Never jump out
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Thats why they lookin dead in my mouth
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They must have doubts
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Like who the stars wit no lookouts
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You'd be amazed and surprised to who would run in your house
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And tag their names on the stomach of your pregnant spouse
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I shall leave you wit dat
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BIB from QB
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Boys In Black
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And foul attitudes to match
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Verse 4: Busta Rhymes
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Yo
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Now who you be god
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I be the soul controller
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I burst gas like the fizz outta your Coca Cola
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Live shit like the energy of solar
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With thug niggaz wit names like Bullet Head and Cobra
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Street niggaz be feelin the nights gettin cold, the rock
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Bear skin furs like Australian polar
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Hang up on whack bitches who call the Motorolla
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And smack faggots like you don't make me have ta show ya
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Chorus
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Verse 5: Rampage
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Ramp i'm not talkin son I'm comin out clappin
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All you whack niggaz be poppin shit y'all niggaz actin
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Flipmode number 1 squad that make shit happen
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I'm rippin down shit while y'all other niggaz slackin
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Money cats is stocked and locked plus I'm stackin
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Them grimy niggaz rollin with me
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Them niggaz packin
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Bust 4 in your face pop 4 in your back and
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8 bullets total in all I'm street trackin
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Verse 6: Rocky Marciano
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2 for my block like 10 in the mornin
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Squish your organs like Swiss scheese whippin the arm
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And flava blaze I play the corner
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Wake up your neighbors wit my tape in order to feel my aura
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Mauziano I'm like a silver Tzar holdin golden
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Metal & dough I hold my arm swollen
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On the farm belong for soldiers I control is like they seein Moses
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Fiendin for flows I pose to split you open
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Layin back rappers for motion picture me slap on my rappin boots
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Chorus
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Verse 7: Lord Have Mercy
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The earth is the globe
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Where I work my magic like Merlin unfold
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Surface enclosure
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Life worthless no goals
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Perfect controls
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Like Ayatola's turbans and robes
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From the counties of kings
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Bails, bounties, pissie lobbies
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50 armies
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Probably bring hell on this earth
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Legend of dirt
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Smash ghettos & General's turf
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Menace incredible work
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Land Lord blaze him and gave him the dirt
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Hah
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Chorus
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Watcha Come Around Here
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Busta Rhymes |