*featuring Jamal
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[Jamal]
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C'mon, yeah.. villain
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C'mon, aight?
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I got this side right here
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Take this side right there
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C'mon do this
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Busta Bus
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C'mon, aight?
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C'mon (here we go) stayin street
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[Jamal]
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Paws, to the wall, with the dirty dog, raw rap-ture
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If you ain't with it bite crotch til it break your jaw
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(Your jaw) For tryin to knock us
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Tryin to kill or stop us, jack our propers
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Busta Bus, they fakin, the cake is for the takin
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While they runnin they face, I'm lettin the plan bake
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Formulate, now look at the plot, we got
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more and more shit that's hot, show to rock the spot
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Clock or knot, nigga the whole pot
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Ready or not, we comin, snatchin every comer
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witcha hoe in the Benz-O, dumbin like a motherfucker
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[Busta Rhymes]
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You can be my lady, you coul even be my lollipop sucker
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The road dawg baby comin like the mad trucker
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Lot of jealous niggaz lookin funnier than Chris Tucker
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God bless, oh yes, I stay fresh
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Full of finesse, my congress show progress
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Stylish, hit you with the shit to digest
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In this rhyme shit we be some of the world's finest
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Your Highness, leavin corny niggaz spineless
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Attack it with the classic rhyme flow timeless (ha ha)
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[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
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Not a problem my squad can't fix
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Cause we can do, it in the mix
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So when you niggaz talk trash, you can get a bust ass
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Cause you know we don't fuck around
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When you niggaz talk shit, lay ya six feet under the ground,
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ground ground, ground ground
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When you niggaz talk shit, lay ya six feet under the ground,
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ground ground, ground ground
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[Jamal]
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This is how we ride, throw your hands from side to side
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It's party time, and don't forget get yours, cause I'ma get mine
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(Who dat?) The villain til I'm peelin a million
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Ridin dirty, and bustin like thirty-thirty, til a nigga end
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Knowin that the shit is fucked I'm still here to win, cheddar
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If you ain't about it then I think you better
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hang the little plot you got, don't sweat it main
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My nigga, my life's uncut like Kane, real _Raw_
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Y'all don't know shit about Jamal or what I'm in it for:
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cash, cars, fly whores and tours
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Fillin my pipe, with no messes and no limits
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Them other one scrimpin, has the tent froze frigid
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Fall as a gimmick, dick lickin chasin chickens
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I mash for the cash with the click and
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rip a show then I'm dippin in the whip and high trippin
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[Busta Rhymes]
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While y'all niggaz hoppin and skippin I stick the clip in, yo
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Accelerate on the gas, move fast
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Blast, find a nigga FOOT in your ass
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Colorful niggaz, just peep the whole contrast
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Flipmode is the Squad, a news flash
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Bust your shit up, what the fuck, nigga get up
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Violate, niggaz get they whole SHIT lit up!
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Break fool, niggaz know the rules, rob jewels
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Champagne bath, throw the Mo-et in the pool
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Nigga caught a motherfuckin strain on the brain
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ridin on the train, I'ma whip a Benz in the rain
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Oversized click on the rise so realize we be
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dem niggaz that dead up all you funny little small fries
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The franchise, Flipmode damagin all of you Fall Guys
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Yo I'm tired of niggaz they full of True Lies
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No time.. we got the right surprise
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Need a new beginnin, need to get a baptise
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You need to get a baptise
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Word is bond, aiyyo
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[Chorus]
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Ground, a-ground, a-gr-gr-ground-ground
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Just party to the shit like this c'mon
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Just bounce to the motherfuckin beat c'mon
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You niggaz don't know my brand new song c'mon
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Aiyyo, hear me out y'all, UHH
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Yo, and just feel my shit
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C'mon bounce what the fuck?
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There's Not A Problem My Squad Can't Fix
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| Busta Rhymes |
