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[Busta]
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Baby Sham...
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Rah Digga...
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Spliff Star...
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Flipmode...
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In ya face...
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U wanna battle
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[Spliff Star]
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Yo Yo Yo! It's my time to shine and I'm a shine bright
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Terrorize the mic get the crowd height. Make em want to fight
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You see the ryhmes I construct. The flows I conduct (say what)
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It messed up the body like somebody got buck Pluck a word
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I laze it down flat like a door mat (get down)
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In every state wherever I toured at.
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?bliff my spliff nuttin bubble? Da what, Da undesputed
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Counting traps, taking trip out the cacilac.
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Smokin' quan-quan. Chill wit wild chics in the Montreaon
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Cracking da many bar, for the hell. Grap a Avreon
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Mink Spliff, be the illest tailor of my fashion
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The hell what people think. Watch a brother turn platinum
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Chorus:
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[Busta]
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Ya'll people people wanna get down. Ya sucker wanna battle
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A what Ya'll wannna do. Na cha cha cha cha cha
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Ya'll people people wanna get down. Ya sucker wanna battle
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A what Ya'll wannna do. Na cha cha cha cha cha
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Ya'll people people wanna get down. Na cha cha cha cha cha
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Ya sucker wanna battle. Na cha cha cha cha cha
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A what Ya'll wannna do. Na cha cha cha cha cha
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Na cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha
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[Rah Digga]
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Digga, Digga. first name Rahshea
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Sweetest person, had no idea
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Just like that honey flipped three times
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Wit nickles and dime staking ryhmes by the eon
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Situation around the way with my women
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Looking spiffy wit the vendi type linen
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Tote'n herbals, we got papers like staples
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Marla Marples, didn't think I could take you
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Confrontation, now rappers wanna run up
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Trying to flex muscle on a shorty tring to come up (pssss!)
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Ryhmes hotter than concrete statues in Eygpt
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Roll em all out like they parapilegic
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Boy--I got lyrics for the brain
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You faker than them new heads calling me by my nickname
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I shatter a ego quick. I be that chick
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The wrong people gonna be round to see that shhhhhh!
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Chorus
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[Baby Sham]
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Get the royal blue nab (nab), and swing my way (way)
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On some real party type if you hold your way (way)
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I can hold mine. You wanna battle--blow some lines (lines)
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Rocks gleam on the top of my wrist. You want this
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Be the same dude that hop on the pubic splits (ugh)
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Can't hold this jealous cause ya shorty want this
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You lady blacked out in front of my crib. Her man staked out
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On the rare the cloud sh...shut your mouth
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What you chap out the same word. Been on for ?chriz?
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The style got you twist up walk wit face ice grilled up
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Some kat pulled up in a black surburb
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Let me move first so I can pulled my truck to the curb
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Ya moves slow get bashed in from Q.B. to Aspen
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I'm short for reason. You spoke and should have passed that
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Don't ask my age cause the world made me like that
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Blow a whole in this place as soon as my bomb contact
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Chorus
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[still Busta]
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Yeah, Rah Digga, Sliff Star, Baby Sham, Flipmode Squad
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Cha Cha Cha
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Flipmode Squad |