[Busta Rhymes]
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Flipmode Squad, let's keep it hip-hop
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Rah Digga, Rampage
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[Rampage]
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Yo Bust' (yeah)
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Let's smack these niggaz all in they motherfuckin face
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[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
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This be the shit to go for broke on
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'Til we own ships that carry big freight and niggaz harbor coke on
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Now let me get my fuckin smoke on
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I'll have your mother recitin my shit like she singin the fuckin boat song
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Now watch the story unfold nigga
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Bullets smackin your face and your chest just like a fuckin drumroll nigga
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You ain't know me and my crew, we lockin it up
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And rubberband stackin dough in Timberland shoebox nigga, and stockin it up
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Too many of my niggaz at the door of the club
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that be always gun cockin it up
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We put together niggaz like the dick to these bitches
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Givin it to 'em in the worst way for actin too [?] bridges
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Crackin it down, backin it down
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How we give it to niggaz, you know we only smackin it down
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Before I bring it to a closure nigga
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You think we finished cause my lil' 16 bars is over nigga?
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[Chorus]
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Aiyyo, aiyyo, get down y'all
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Busta Rhymes, Flipmode y'all
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Aiyyo, aiyyo, get down y'all
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Get down, get-gi-get down y'all
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Aiyyo, aiyyo, get down y'all
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"We smashin all y'all" - "Flip-Flipmode represent"
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Aiyyo, aiyyo - Flipmode "motherfuckers"
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Swear to only bring you hot shit, everyday
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[Verse 2: Rah Digga]
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Keep the five for ya, the ruggedest chick
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Spread shit like Tom Sawyer, bitch Will Smith
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Be I the Fresh Princess, rulin shit run things
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Your efforts is senseless, Hariett Thus
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Ridin rare breed, fuck buyin a jar
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I smoke the engineer weed motherfucker
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Bitch got stuck in Wells Fargo, Brick City hooligan
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Squattin at the car show - couldn't be a girly girl
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if I tried; crazy slave to the live
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But I'm still fly, love four by fours
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Cause they ride like a toy, steady jumpin the curb
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Pedestrians like "oh boy" I can sing, rap DJ
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Work the instant replay
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"Even though I'm slurrin my voice" like I was Freeway
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Get it right cuz-o, I keep the rhymes runnin
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Kind of terror FBI don't even see comin, motherfuckers
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3: Rampage]
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Ashes is ashes and dust to dust
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Y'all see the low Ro', y'all ain't fuckin with us
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Rampage nigga, I'm a sick man
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Chop you in your face, cut off both of your hands
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Wrap your body up, put it in a sedan
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Drop yo' ass in a river, this is how I deliver
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Got the maggots just eatin your liver, untold mystery
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Your name is Swany River, you not a legend
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Youse one dead nigga, six feet under
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Never comin back, one year later
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This is real facts (yeah) tell the feds
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just to back up off me
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Keep eatin donuts and drinkin that coffee
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They say they know my M.O. from Philly to Milwaukee
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Got my house tapped with the walkie talkies, shit
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I'm just a victim in this case
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My lawyer's good, so get the FUCK out my face
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[Chorus]
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Get Down
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| Clinton Sparks |
