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Busta Rhymes verse
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Flipmode word bond
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Flipmode coming word bond
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Flipmode here word bond
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Feel no fear word bond
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Uh uh uh uh uh
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uh uh uh uh uh
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1998 Hot shit
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Hitting you off baby you do it like this Yo
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Crazy maybey a nigga look shadey
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Admire the nigga and let me shine baby
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Shine my nickel 380 yo its all gravy
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Never play me follow orders you better obey me
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Sisco and dance all in the discos
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Crib show with alot of bitches from here to Frisco
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Yah-yay my nigga or yippe yai yo
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Met a spanish chick I think her name is santiago
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The way she blow I never been blowed before
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Beyond a level where I could'nt take it no more
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Put it on shorty then I bounce through the backdoor
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She said hold on baby come here blaze it on the floor
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Now I finish with that
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Nigga give me my trap
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Staking whole lot of money get me before I finish my rap
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Think your shit dont stink
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Drunk crossed eyed nigga
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Walk crooked still spilling your drink
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Jam on!
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-Busta Rhymes chorus-
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Everybody's on the line outside
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Make you feel good make you come for the ride
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Going do it to my people till your're satisfied
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Cant do it like this no matter how much you try
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I know you want to wild out come inside
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>From the left to the right lets coincide
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All night Flipmode coming open wide
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Wave your hand up in the air until your hands get tired
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-Rampage verse-
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Now im on charge
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The party's going down at the club mirage
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Rampage im still large
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Coming in the door with my Flipmode Squad
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VIP pass flex on the blast
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Honey's in the corner yo I got to think fast
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Play my game right if I want some ass
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If I want to spend some cash, moet all night
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Dont look at me wrong man your pokets aint tight
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I got a Rolly that'll shine all night
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This is that jam that make you ballers want to fight
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And all you pretty ladies just wild for the night
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Put your bottles in the air from your left to your right
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Its Rampage you can call me legendary
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I drink alize with a little cranberry
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I clear my throat
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Got the flyest mink coat
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I told you before yo im going for broke
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Gebose
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-Repeat Chorus-
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-Lord Have Mercy verse-
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Rotate the club
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Locate the Love
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Pulsate with the squeeze ass
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Double G cans fatigue shafts
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Out your league math
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Jeeps crash dent like bean bags
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New york city rub squishy touch and theme tags
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Not a dollar to loose
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Man let me hollar at you
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Never head wobble with fool
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Tomorrow was cruel to flock on the moon
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La La bye messaging your crew
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Travel at high speeds
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No ID
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God on the move
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Pardon me duke
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Nationwide thick base collide
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The gritty groove, smash fifty-two
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And levitate your side
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Who want it?
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Your back weak running like athletes
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Get on it
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Huh blaze the streets with no warning
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Andale Andale my people move for the montary
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Jack cheese collapse streets now put the john away
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Put the john away, put the john away
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-Repeat chorus 2x-
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-Busta Rhymes-
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Yeah Flipmode raw deluxe hot shit
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1998 1999 year 2000
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Say what Lord Have Mercy
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Say what Rampage the last nigga
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Say what Busta Rhymes the lyrical
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Say what say what say what
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Everybody On The Line Outside
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Flipmode Squad |