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[Featuring Busta Rhymes Rampage Lord Have Mercy Spliff Star Rah
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Dig]
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Yeah Luitenent what!
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Yeah muthafucka it큦 Flipmode
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yeah yeah spliff check it out
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Rampage Verse
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Grab my big ill shit back in the days
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Rockin' shows tow they leaders with rags for my waves
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Flipmode be the union now i큟 playin' for the Braves
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I큟 hardcore nigga that큦 straight from the gutter (gutter)
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I used to play celli plus i piece and butta
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Now im the nigga that큦 runnin' in your baby motha
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Buggin' me out, you can call me grand lova!
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And now im rubbin toppin' ????? with my Luisville straga
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-Baby Sham Verse-
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My Squad is sick (uh) niggas who pop shit get pistoled whipped (what)
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Get your wig pushedback (what), I react and snap like Kodak, these
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cats get the picture (what)
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Put on level black suade tens and come and get ya (yeah)
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My target is to beat ya, we all spore hoods like grim reapers
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these shine in the dark blink of an eye the last spark
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Get closed up first thug nigga hold up 21st side see me rounding it up
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Chorus
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See when we come through we got nuf shit to floss
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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 Verse-
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Y'all niggas wanna test my squad I doubt it doubt it
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All that dirty talk gun talk you talkin' 'bout it 'bout it (what)
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Nigga feel my vibe niggas see my vision (say what)
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(Be y p?) nigga play your position
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I fuck up this game and make the ref' blow the whistle (phwiih)
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My squad be the official, cliq in this rap shit
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This be on the record and watch you get your ass kicked
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Get큦 me on turn (chab?) flickin blood ashes
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(Rah Digga)
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?????? thinkin I can큧 rock butters (yeah)
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Wont take shit without no type floders (huh)
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Hectic, Rah on a ill dilection
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The memorys harder then girls in our section
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Ready to stay la smoother then ?????
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Checkin' out niggas then all (awey?) son (yeah)
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Mahfuckas, black Al Seasers
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Hope the shit reasomay stady increases
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Chorus
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-Lord Have Mercy Verse-
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Sing high, sing high new sheriff in town rock americas crown and hang
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'em high
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Thinkin a fist full (brenershing pistol?), pearl handels whit the
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family initials
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A uh!, 24 carat gold varios slow
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A uh!, planet gets cold get damage for dow
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A uh!, ???????? and blow traveling slow
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A uh!, Flipmode, y'all niggas want it
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-Busta Rhymes Verse-
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Sayonara, see my rivals (ha) let my god be (damafied?) (ho)
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had to tell one, tell a lie (ha) get paralyzed (ha)
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Stay pay rock shit made in ultra suade (ha)
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Switch blade yo wack act back to (ho!) first grade (ha)
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Even if y큑ll never seen us y큑ll now y큑ll need us
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(ha) Suck my penis from here to muthafucking venus
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Think back (ha) when you was amazed and had to sit back (ha)
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Imagening me ending your world (ho) like Deep Impact
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Blood clot (ha), watch me come trough and bust a gunshot
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(ha) Yeah people inside of your den and done that
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Chorus
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Hit You With The Heat
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