[Busta Rhymes Talking]
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Greatness, yeah, yeah
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Aiiyo, turn the beat up a little bit louder
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Truck Volume
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[Busta Rhymes]
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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We bout to play a lil' game, match the name with the voice
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So when you pick your favorite emcee you makin' the right choice
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SO WHO ARE YOU?
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[Baby Sham]
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Baby Sham, I'm known for the crud
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First night pops off with a couple of slugs
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[Busta Rhymes]
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AND HOW YOU DOIN'?
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[Baby Shaman]
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You see what I'm workin' wit, it's beyond rap
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Stick to the fact, that chapped lips get convexed
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Palm that, look where the arm's at, nigga need to launch that
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Now tell me what the problem be, is that I'm scorching dem
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To flood these streets, hot not partially, cock back the toast
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Put your heart for free, so what it feels like to hear me crushin' a beat
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[Busta Rhymes]
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SO WHO ARE YOU?
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[Rah Digga]
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The illest broad Digga, reppin' Brick City
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If I'm lying may the Lord come strike my left tittie
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[Busta Rhymes]
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AND HOW YOU DOIN'?
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[Rah Digga]
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Undisputed metaphor rap queen, always cookin' up some shit
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Like mom's a crack fiend, so what's the word
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Strike a nerve when I'm speakin'
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Any emcee whether black or white, or Puertorriquen
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I'm the big dog, you just a cat stuck in a tree
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Not one of y'all cocksuckers fuckin' wit me
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[Hook (Busta Rhymes)]
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SO WHO ARE WE? (Flipmode)
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Got you gaspin' for air, hot shit muthafuckas
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Throw your hands in the air
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WATCH HOW WE DO IT
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How we rep and yo we solemnly swear
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To put it down until it's over and our time is up here
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SO WHO ARE YOU?
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[Rampage]
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Rampage, new tenant, pack big still
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Fuck what ya heard, I'm ready to kill
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[Busta Rhymes]
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AND HOW YOU DOIN'?
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[Rampage]
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Day criminal, street thug material
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Flipmode Imperial, top breakin' officer
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Fuck around we warnin' ya, 21 gun salute
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6 official conrads, ain't afraid to shoot
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Niggas see us, we got them shakin' in they boots
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Flipmode, the streets, bigger than Bayroots
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[Busta Rhymes]
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SO WHO ARE YOU?
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[Spliff Starr]
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Yeah, Spliff Starr, cunt-crusher, gun-busta
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Hard-to-toucha, one bad muthafucka
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[Busta Rhymes]
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AND HOW YOU DOIN'?
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[Spliff Starr]
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Gangsta bitch, deadly like cancerous
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I bring it where your parents live, show you what your status is
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Steam-boil your cabbages, I can't take y'all nigaz faggotness
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You about to die, show him where his casket is
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You wanted beans, I had your hood under siege
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Guns get squeezed, and bullets hit your knees
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[Busta Rhymes]
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SO WHO ARE YOU?
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Bus-A-Bus now, somethin' fo' sho'
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Keep 'em whilin' till somebody's left a leak on the flo'
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AND HOW YOU DOIN'?
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We've been awaitin' the God, to make an undernovel entry
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Controllin' everything in the yard
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Rugged like General Custard it seems
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How we crush grapefruit, niggaz, and make a mustard out of your team
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You know we hotter than the 4th of July
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So sit back and watch the fireworks show light up my name the sky
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[Hook]
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Match The Name With The Voice
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Busta Rhymes |