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featuring Flipmode Squad
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Busta:
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Uh uh
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Fears real fears
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The universal Flipmode Squad
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Known to every existing life form as the Imperial 6
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Has formed an alliance with the official Cluemannatti
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Whatever you want we do whatever you want
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(in the background as Busta speaks)
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Whatever you you want (4x)
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Do whatever you want whatever you want (5x)
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Baby Sham:
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Yo it's time to make these moves
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Me and my Flipmode crew
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Baby Sham spit the hot shit just for you
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Make you get off your seat so you can cop the Clue
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Q.B.C. and killer kids never obey these rules
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That's why we roll deep and always carry the two
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Smack a nigga face, fuck up his mood EXCUSE YOU
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When we perform, bitches stand still like statues
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Borrow this game, so y'all can proceed to move
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Rah Digga:
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Uh-uh the ruggedest thing as far as chics go
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Watch nigga grow away faster than a pit bull
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I tell them all they ain't got nothing for 'em
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Platinum and album with no singing in the chorus
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You get ate like you was peanut butter and swarma
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Go tell yo' people I got a shitty karma BRICK CITY
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Home of the crush MC's and my shit be the joint like I was Black Eyed
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Peas
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Hook (Busta Rhymes and Lord Have Mercy)
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Wiggle how you want, shake it how you want
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When you get a lot of money, spend it how you want
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We always got the new, always coming through
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Buck wild, do whatever that y'all wanna do
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Wiggle how you want, shake it how you want
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When you get a lot of money, spend it how you want
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We always got the new, always coming through
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With my nigga Clue, rapping with my Flipmode crew
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Rampage:
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Ramp, I'm still jig
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I'm in the party taking a swig
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I'm rich, yo I gotta think big
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Holding the bar, me and Busta Bus, Lord Have and Spliff Star
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Driving foreign cars, open club speed
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Sham and Rah Digga had the weed, pass the duche
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That all a nigga need
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Twenty to one, y'all know the whole gamble
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All my life I had to scramble WHAT
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Spliff Star:
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I be that thug back in the club
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Puffin' on bud, chics eyein' me
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Niggaz through the street show me love
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Gettin' paper now, Bill Gates is my neighbor now
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Chics all flavors now, cause a nigga kinda famous now
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This here, my year turn millionaire
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If it's well, cop a beach house, kick a seashell
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If I got it, Imma flaunt it
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That Brooklyn shit, I'm on it
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Spliff Star, America's nightmare most wanted
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Hook (DJ Clue shout outs)
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Busta Rhymes:
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You want beef, my name Beef Steak Charles
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With deeper frequency than Lou Rawls
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Drop like Niagara Falls
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Soft like Quaker Oats whippin' in speed boats
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Make y'all niggaz BA-AH-AH like a bunch of billygoats
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BA-AH-AH back to you, while you take notes
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Rippin' shit down from the arena to parade floats YO
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Yo, Flipmode Squad lock yo' house up
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Quick to talk shit, nigga we lock yo mouths up
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Lord Have Mercy:
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Landlord confusing you chumps
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Doing it up off rhymes
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Scarring, shooting up the club
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Like pharmaceutical drugs
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You stupid as fuck, doing 'em up
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Losing your blood
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It's a cold world, with beautiful sluts screwing for ones
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King of the jungle(jungle), swing on a humble(humble)
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Stay grippin' on bundles, scattered in pieces
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Chatted with Jesus
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Niggaz salute the dead and gone, the dead and gone
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Flipmode and Desert Storm, Desert Storm
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Hook (2x)
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DJ Clue:
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DJ CLUE
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Busta Rhymes(talking):
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It only gets better motherfuckers
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Flipmode the Imperial, Cluemanati
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Do whatever the fuck y'all wanna do
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Whatever You Want
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DJ Clue |