*featuring Q-Tip
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[Verse One: Busta Rhymes]
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My rhymes profess life like the birds and the bees
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Make Funk-Master Flex say yo I'm feeling these
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Flows make you shit in your drawrs. Change your dungarees
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Smoking trees, getting cottonmouth, wild munchees
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Bowed down the block eating food at Luigi's
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Constipated... too much extra cheese
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Well anyway, while I was cooling down at Luigi's
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I met some Siamese twins from overseas.. Lebanese
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Let's begin with the friends from New Orleans
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They had a fifth friend. She was straight Black-Portuguese
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Pretty palm-olive-soaped skin, AloeVeralese
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She looked like the type of chick you only see in fantasies
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The type of chick you would KILL for to get between the knees
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Yo. I made time to chill with Miss Portuguese
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Would you believe, the bitch tried to steal my fucking house keys
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And rob me for my G's
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Had to show this crazy braud, I mastered my Degree's and my Ph.D's
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Got your face on camera; motherfucker say cheese
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You better get with your friends quick, before I start to squeeze
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Getting caught up in that freaky gold-digger Jamborees
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[Chorus:]
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I caught that ill vibe Tip [word Bust?] yo yo word
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That ill vibe Tip [word Bust?] yo yo word
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Cause when I'm in the place you know my shit be absurd.
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[I caught that ill vibe Bust] Word Tip? [yo yo word]
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[That ill vibe Bust] Word Tip? [yo yo word]
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[So when I hold the Mic you know my shit be absurd]
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[I caught that ill vibe Bust] Word Tip? [yo yo word]
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[Verse Two: Q-Tip]
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I got weight on my shoulders in the form of this beat
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Ain't nothing sweet, on the street, for good these I compete
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Come off complete
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And you need to get back in your stance
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We enhance and we're playing the whole world circumstance
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So do good in your hood even though you puff life
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Positive to comply
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Don't screw up facing that crowd
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Progress don't fall back. We can't have that
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I'll hold your hand Black
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We can't wind up with scratch
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I put my best foot forward, when I play in life
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Cause this world as I live it, chill's like a double edged knife
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In the jam we regulate, cause we organize
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Logic-a-ly thinking when along's enterprise
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Alot of brothers from the ghetto got the gift of gab
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Peace to the West Coast and the East, we's fam
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Need I make mention that the crew we've got
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Make things get hot, like the FoFo shot. Blauw!
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No we don't premote no guns, but don't turn that cheek
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In the world that we live calmness is viewed as weak
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So, we got to stay awake for all these lizards and snakes
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Some of them come as friends; some of them come as Jakes
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We decipher all the force and build rounds with our friends
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Why's that?
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So we can live right until time ends
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Yo why's that?
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I estimate, so we can get these ends
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Yo true that?
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Busta and Tip, you know we make minds bend
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[Chorus: (in reverse order)]
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Ill Vibe
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