[Busta Rhymes]
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Come on, yea, ha, ya, Busta Rhymes baby, yea, ha
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It's Flipmode baby, yea, come on
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We bout to cause a riot nigga
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[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
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Got a lot of niggaz rollin' with ya holla
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Cause you know we ripped it hotter than them other niggaz
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Spot a nigga gettin dollars not another nigga
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can do it the way that we cocked and shot another nigga
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Think he deserved the way he was boppin with a cherry copper
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glitter blood fella send a cop to get 'em
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It's funny the way the iron just to drop you quicker
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Why I hit y'all with the fire, think I got a winner
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Stackin a crib with a chick that make a proper dinner
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Black in the range with tint, and chrome aqua spinnin'
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Parked right next to the Benz with a soap opera and the TV
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up in the dash co-starrin a opera singer
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That be the type of bullshit I be on and stay hot
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I stop whippin' a Bentley to whip a Mercedes Maeboch
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And keep runnin' around the street like my name was Mel Patch nigga
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Come through your hood and take your whole block, come on
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And while we give it to ya
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[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
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While with me (Come on)
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My niggaz stack money to the sky with me (Come on)
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My niggaz in the place need to riot with me (Come on)
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And set the whole fire with me (Come on)
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All of my ladies in the beauty salon look bomb put yo shit on
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And wait up in the line for me (Come on)
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You come all in the party lookin' fine for me (Come on)
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Holdin 'Gnac spill a little red wine for me
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[Bridge: Busta Rhymes 9x]
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Let's cause a riot
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Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo (Come on)
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[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
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It's bout to get a little bit betta, start to get a little cheddar
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Pack a big beretta
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Check a nigga resume doin' a alphabet-ah
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Go order and brandish the metal hid into ya leather
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No matter or whether or not you wearin' a vest
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So you got your hand on the cannon I got a bigger plan for ya
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Call up my mans for ya, now watch you vanish
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Makin' you family ask for ya
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You think you family pay a couple of grand for ya?
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Like you afraid to hold a mac, like you were made to hold a gat
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We made a hole and quikly dug out all the sand for ya
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The heat'll be makin' you put it on the glass shorty
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Wiggle somethin' and get to showin' a little ass for me (Bling!)
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Now lets get on and open smokin' and blast for thee
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Niggas will really want it and fill the capacity
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You muthafuckin' know it has to be
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The way we touch it y'all niggas knowin exactly who the master be
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And while we give it to ya
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[Chorus : Busta Rhymes]
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While with me (Come on)
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My niggaz stack money to the sky with me (Come on)
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My niggaz in the place need to riot with me (Come on)
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And set the whole fire with me (Come on)
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All of my ladies in the Beuty Saloon look bomb put yo shit on
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And wait up in the line for me (Come on)
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You come all in the party lookin' fine for me (Come on)
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Holdin' Yach spill a little red wine for me
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[Bridge: Busta Rhymes 9x]
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Let's cause a riot
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Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo (Come on)
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Riot
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Busta Rhymes |