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featuring Busta Rhymes
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[Busta R.] Flipmode, Boot Camp, alliance official
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[Buckshot] Shit hit your chest like sess
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[Busta R.] Each and every time
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(Whattup nigga?) Yeah whattup nigga?
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(Y'all niggaz chillin?) The Sun don't chill nigga
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[Buckshot] Hate y'all little niggaz
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Listen to this right here motherfucker what?
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[Buckshot] Knahmsayin, shit be kinda close
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Hittin you up with some real shit, feel this nigga
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[Buckshot]
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Buck spread love like the Pope, but I never spread false hope
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I bring the bomb squad close, rock you with a dose
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of TNT, niggaz ain't believe in me?
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I'm comin back for all them niggaz who be thievin me
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I'm incredible, also edible
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Rock it in the stage show, see me in the interview
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Wanna be worldwide, but you can't fuck with I
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You try, you die; don't deny the fact that you got your back
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blown by binoculars, the way I'm rockin ya
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and drop-toppin ya, dough low go for dolo in Cali
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All my Outlawz form a rally and we _Bomb First_ nigga
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Pull the trigga, see what happen if you hestitate
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and cut yoour blood supply short
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The bloodsport, the motherfuckin onslaught
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[CHORUS] -> Busta Rhymes
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Yo, now in the onslaught, y'all niggaz got caught
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Now we can run a full court all in a bloodsport
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And while we hold the fort, cut ya like live shorts
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Feel the pressure burn a nigga like a Newport!
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[Buckshot]
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Comin for you
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I used to sit back, and let a lot of shit
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get to my head, wanted to dead a lot of shit
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A lot of fake niggaz, frontin in the game with
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a little record deal but still drive the same whip
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Damn shame ain't it? The vision that they show you
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in they videos'll make you think them niggaz moved out the ghetto
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Oh? Don't get me wrong, I ain't tryin to stay
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But shit, at the same time I ain't tryin to run away
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A lot of family is left behind
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A lot of my niggaz is left to grind, some still do crime
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Some do time, but, no matter what
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None of my niggaz keep an empty shell inside the nine
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Cockback, fuckin up the Evil Dee track and make the mind react
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Smoke a phat one listen to Buck and get black
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As a matter of fact
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Even if you don't smoke you can feel the contact
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[CHORUS]
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[Buckshot]
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Comin for you
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Jump through the window to your rescue I guess you
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heard the rest do, all that rap shit but in fact it
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sounded kinda good until I let you hear this phat shit
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You lack shit, nigga track this
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Record this, oh my lord this is the warnin sign for y'all
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B.D. wann ball; is you feelin me? Let me know somethin
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And if you see me lookin sober, let me smoke somethin
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Pump it up like D, film me like Spike Lee
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Bodycount like Ice-T, do it nicely
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Nice to see, that nigga Buck..shot .. rappin
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Fuck it, I'ma make it happen
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All my niggaz stick to gunclappin, don't change
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From my street niggaz up to my nigga Starang
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Bang bang nigga, can you hang, nigga?
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It's your fault you got caught in the rain, nigga
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[CHORUS]
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The Onslaught
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Black Moon |