Hurricane's in the house..
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[Lord Have Mercy]
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Land-Lord, up in the house*COME GET IT*
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Rah Digga, up in the house*COME GET IT*
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Rampage, up in the house*COME GET IT*
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What? Baby come get it(Rah: What? Nigga come get it)
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Chorus: Lord Have Mercy, Rah Digga
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L: Turn the heat up
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cause we about to creep up*COME GET IT*
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L: It's off the meter
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plus we tear the street up*COME GET IT*
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R: Ladies G'd up, what?
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Don't smoke the weed up*COME GET IT*
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L: What? Baby come get it(Rah: What? Nigga come get it)
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[Rah Digga]
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Check it, I come in sweeter than La Femme Nikita
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Be all up in your hood like I'm a C&C two liter
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The little honey that be doin her she thing
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On some Mya shit, like "It's All About Me" see?
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I bleed things, blunt slicer on my keyrings
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Bra top, lots of G-strings, havin weed dreams
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I'd be Queen if this the 1900's
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cause niggaz gon get it, and E'RYBODY want it
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I'm totin bags, eyes redder than a photo lab
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The spins on your single, won't even top my promo ad
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Hard drops quicker than jackers at the car lots
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Couldn't get no harder if you went to School of Hard Knocks
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The grimy bitch, sometime be punchliney bitch
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So don't make me go there! (*starts singing to "The P is Free"*)
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Because the groupies are free, but the rhymes cost money..
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OH YEAH!!
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Chorus 2X
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[Rampage]
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All my Flipmode niggaz just bounce to this
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All my Rampage niggaz just bounce to this
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All my Hurricane niggaz just bounce to this
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All my niggaz if you with me just, bounce with this
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Okay, this is how it goes, pimpin all you, hoes
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Catch em outside the shows, time to get the dough
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Up in the studio, smokin the hydro
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Writin the hot shit, you waitin for me to go
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Threw on the Ram' bounce, just shakin yo' ass yo
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Bump this in your Lex Coupe or your Expo'
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Flipmode Squad, we the ones in them videos
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Catch us with the fly shit, but you don't hear me doe
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Rampage, professional, just move your feet
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We bout to make you do the jerk, get out your seats
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Seven days a week and we the Squad that don't sleep
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Catch me in the street I'm on the midnight creep, so what?
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Chorus 2X
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[Lord Have Mercy]
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I walk the path, that Allah made, +Smooth+, like Sade
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Got pickup tracks -- high-beam with the fog rays
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International capital, checks cashed in full
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Damage your hood, natural, spend grands for goods
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Traditional niggaz know -- scream on these players like
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DJ call in some mo', invincible pretty flow
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Grammar God, swing like gold from Panama
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Twenty-four carat charms, with smooth cuts like Sarah Vaughn
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Here we go, here we go -- attitude
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spit the vocals hotter than soul food from Baton Rouge
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Come, sharp-tongued like Malcolm, on any album
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Some got chrome like Sly Stone, what you about son?
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Here it is, here it is -- handcraft the raw
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Who the boss? Human torch any Fantastic Four
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Player, I be a point guard, controllin things
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In the 4th quarter, it's all water like holdin springs
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Chorus 2X
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DJ Hurricane in the place baby c'mon
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Flip--mode, up in the spot baby c'mon
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Ram--page, up in the place baby c'mon
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Rah, Digga up in the house baby c'mon
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Lord Have Mercy in the place baby c'mon
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Busta Rhymes is in the house baby c'mon
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Whylin out, for the night yeah c'mon
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Hollis crew, represent baby c'mon
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DJ Hurricane represent baby c'mon
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All the ladies c'mon, shake it baby c'mon
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All the females c'mon, shake it baby c'mon..
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Come Get It
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Flipmode Squad |