Intro:
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Yeah, where you think you goin. Where you think you goin.
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Ladies and gentlemen, it¡¯s the unit for the 9-8.
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Flipmode Squad baby. That¡¯s my word.
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All you sucker MC¡¯s, try to hide this stuff. Come back here.
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Where you think you goin, nigga. Come back here.
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Y¡¯all niggaz ain¡¯t seein Jack. Shit !!!
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Verse 1: Baby Sham
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Aiiyo, speak the truth.
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Too short to let it hurt. Some talk dirt, and be the first slangin hertz.
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Freestylin of the hum of the birds.
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Fall back when I shine on my shine, two shows follow behind.
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It¡¯s a fucked up vehicle. Switchin my lines.
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Hotel asks a nigga: "Could I share my dimes¡±.
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Picture that, when you scared to draw toes.
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Playin me close.
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Rollin with the dogs wearin yesterdays clothes.
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Left a fouled sin into my squad without permition.
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I started dissin, hopin you listen. Pay attention.
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Fatheresly. The shadow leads you back to the hood.
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You wanna switch up because some niggas stalked you up.
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Or is the fact that they thought you was rollin with us.
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Left you all draged, like two trains crashin it up.
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Verse 2: Spliff Starr
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Aiiyo, Spliff Starr drama.
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Bullet him to sonna.
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Type of nigga that would sell crack to your mama.
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Take the cash and give me a bind Marijuana.
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Check me bound, and some turn bull panic .
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Back in the days. I¡¯m off the drugs like a sonna.
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Nigga pushin ! boy. Kill emselves like no other.
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Kid don¡¯t like Blues brothers.
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Cold weather rock the ramma.
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Lye in front off the Jerry D.A. And ya .
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I represent street niggas, carry heat niggas.
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Wants to keep niggas. Ain¡¯t nothing but these sweet niggas.
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I stay tooken. Gun but cha scar open.
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If you fuck wit my squad nigga where you think you goin.
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Corus:
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Where you think you goin.
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Where you think you goin.
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Aiiyo, what you doin nigga.
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Where you think you goin.
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Where you think you goin.
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Where you think you goin.
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Aiiyo, what you movin for.
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Where you think you goin.
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Where you think you goin.
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Where you think you goin
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Aiiyo, what you doin nigga.
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Where you think you goin.
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Verse 3: Busta Rhymes
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You think that you can run (ha)
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You think that you can hide (haa)
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You best believe you still comin. I think you better slide.
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While you stay bitchin, another nigga missin.
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Bodies snatch you up.! Behold the cream. .
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Cought in hells kitchen. My trigger fingers itchin.
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Nervous system¡¯s fucked up.
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That¡¯s why my nerves twitchin.
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Inslave your mentality. Nigga brain fried.
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We after you, runnin sergeon for a free ride.
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Where you think you goin son ?
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We gon¡¯ catch you soon.
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We here to take over this shit.
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Pour the tycoon.
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Blossom and gloom. Capture any nigga sober in a little dark room.
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Ha ha ha ha ha.
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Verse 4: Rah Digga
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Uh oh. You lil league boy I know your beats.
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You sound bullshitely, You rock .
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Swearin you to ball, when you know you¡¯re wack.
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In a studio settin of a reverands track.
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Boy ! Rah gets busy, my shit be way slaver.
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Curder rapper Ernest like the one slave labour.
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One first be like the bitch tap oil.
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Loyal to my niggas. Enemies are fucked around, and riders rappin for you.
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Spot stays blowin. Goin¡¯ to the top.
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Where you think you¡¯re goin.
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Pocket stay throwin. Smooth like the lowin.
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Rap chick flowin.
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Where you think you¡¯re goin.
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Chorus
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Verse 5: Rampage
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I¡¯m a hard man at work.
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Lyrical expert.
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Look out before you get hurt.
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Bury the dirt. Line for line.
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Ramp I be the mastermind.
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That¡¯s be full time watch me shine.
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I know the seven sign.
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I¡¯m rich, and still life is a bitch.
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Losin¡¯ snitch like camey fake beggar.
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Jim Baker. I take you¡¯re life like the undertaker.
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Flipmode money-maker, make that kill for this paper.
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It¡¯s on the poppin.
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People wanna know when the album droppin.
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Start talkin. Keep walkin.
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Flatbush New York and we live for you.
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Sling for you.
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My squad struck oil.
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Now we coppin platinum things.
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Diamond rings. Nice cosy things.
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And a party for free.
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From the tunnel to envy.
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Ramp¡¯s the rugged MC.
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My squad ke! eps growi |