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[Rampage]
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Yeah Lieutenant what!
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Yeah motherfucka
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It's Flipmode
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Yeah yeah spliff check it out uh
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[Rampage]
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Ramp I've been ill since back in the days
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Rockin' shell toed Addidas with rags for my waves
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Flipmode be the unit now I'm playin' for the Braves
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I'm hardcore nigga that's straight from the gutter
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I used to play scully plus hot peas and butta
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Now I'm the nigga that's runnin' in your baby motha
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Burgundy Ac, you can call me Ramp Lova
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And now I'm toppin' pokey with my Louisville slugger
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[Baby Sham]
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My Squad is sick niggas who pop shit get pistol whipped
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Get your wig pushed back, I react and snap
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Like Kodak, these cats get the picture
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Put on level black suede Timbs and come and get ya
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My target is your feature
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we all sport hoods like grim reapers
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We shine in the dark blink of an eye the last spark
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Get closed up, first thug nigga hold up
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21st side see me rounding it up
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Chorus: Busta Rhymes
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See when we come through we got nuf shit to flaunt
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Got u feelin' it and your cousin even your aunt
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violate, we coming like ghost we gonna haunt
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Hit you with the heat is that what you really want?
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What you really want is that what you really want?
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We hit you with the heat is that what you really want?
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What you really want is that what you really want?
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we hit you with the heat is that what you really want?
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[Spliff Star]
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Y'all niggas wanna test my squad, I doubt it doubt it
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All that murder talk, gun talk, you talk, I'm 'bout it 'bout it
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Nigga feel my vibe niggas see my vision
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P-Y-P nigga play your position
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I fuck up this game and make the ref' blow the whistle
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My squad be the official, clique in this rap shit
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Diss me on the record and watch, you get your ass kicked
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Catch me on Church Ave, flickin blunt ashes
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[Rah Digga]
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Crazy, thinkin I can't rock buttas
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Wont take shit without no type floders
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Hectic, Rah on the ill dialect shit
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Deliveries harder then girls in obstectrics
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Ready to stay on
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Smoother then rayon
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Takin' out niggas and all they liaisons
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Mu'fuckas, black out season
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Publishing resume steady increasing
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Chorus
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[Lord Have Mercy]
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Shanghai, Shanghai
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New sheriff in town
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Rock America's crown and hang 'em high
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Who bangin' a fist full?
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Brandishing pistols
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Pearl handles with the, family initials
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Uh-uh, 24 karat gold variuos slow
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Uh-uh, planet gets cold, get damaged for dough
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Uh-uh!, Savages off balance and blow traveling slow
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Uh-uh!, in effect mode, y'all niggas know it
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[Busta Rhymes]
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Sayonara, send my rivals, slam a guy,
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Be damned if I
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Had to tell one, tell a lie, get paralyzed
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Stay payed, rock shit made in ultra suede
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Switch blade yo wack act back to first grade
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Even if y'all never seen us you know y'all need us
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Suck my penis from here to muthafucking venus
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Think back when you was amazed and had to sit back
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Imagining me ending your world like Deep Impact
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Blood clot, watch me come through and bust a gunshot
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Yeah people, come inside of your dance and done that
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Chorus 2x
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[Busta Rhymes]
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Fuckin' y'all up
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Flipmode forever
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Stays focused
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Pay Attention
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Pay Attention...*fades to phone interlude*
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Hit Em Wit Da Heat
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Flipmode Squad |