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"It's Busta Rhymez, they do much more So yo you one more time, knucklehead flow that You act real dumb, yo, I'm pert near fool Lights out when, let it riplike my neck With search warrant, I make sure"

"We ain't ever gonna grow up We just wanna get down Tell the DJ turn it up real loud No we'll never grow up And if we had our way We would do this everyday I got a flow that'll make you drop I got a flow"

"Let me just make this statement Loud and clear - Jersey's here Some dude's got problems wit me Over there - I ain't care Some people see me creep They mack all type - that's alright You know I slurp my"

"Uh ah ah OH, ah ah ah Check it out Flipmode Squad, '98 Raw deluxe, check it out y'all VERSE 1 I be the street kid, the brother your momma freak wit Put your people on if y'all know how to keep a secret When"

"Uh ah uh uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhahaha Check it out Flipmode squad Raw deluxe shit '98 Check it out I be the street shit The nigga your mama freak with Put y'all niggas on it y'all know how to keep"

"Yeah, check it out, see The only thing you need to do right here is Is nod your fuckin' head Yeah, yeah, break ya fuckin' neck, bitches Yeah, yeah, here we go now Where we goin' now? Where we goin' now? Give"

"(feat. Busta Rhymes and Rampage) Yes y'all, in the parTY I be Busta Rhymes y'all And my nigga Ramp, The Last Boy Scout Showin you what we talkin bout, HAAAH! Feel me out, listen to what I say Listen"

"<(Verse 1 - Obie Trice) Yeah, Obie Trice, real name no gimmicks I came in the game, profane no image I came in the game, with a name I was given from a mayn who ain't give a fuck about his child-ren I proclaim the name though, never in vain no Watch the change grow, a young nigga who didn't gain from fame Copped the Range Ro', now they want my brains on the main road They don't understand what I came for How I came fo', with a million sold Who say you can't grow from mildew and mold Gettin money like Ross Perot I'm often told, a coffin's the routes I go Oh that's the road you on, oh no I'm down for the rifle, tone the fo fo Don't ever try to send a nigga home, no no I know you wanna catch me at Sunoco Show me that your loco put holes in my photo NOPE!, HOPE!, hold toast, no jokes, send slugs through your Polo Just cause our thug roll solo And po' zone grown folk, be a cold negro Be-low, your grieved up people Be-lieve that the boy see no evil (Chorus - Busta Rhymes) OHH! I had you yellin out when I backed a 30/30 Rifle OHH! Too late for niggaz to get religious and start readin they Bible OHH! See you can yell like other niggaz, your pickin a dirty psycho OHH! See you should make peace instead of makin me become a psycho (Verse 2 - Obie Trice) I visualized it, O. Trice at 25 survived it Bright but violent, invite the violence Fist fight a fireman, be a tyrant 'Til these niggaz nights is silent O. Trice from a trife environment He 'Rock's the Mic' no sight of retirin Maybe when the bank accounts light like a fire thin I'm in the position to hire other clients then Meanwhile I'm a virus like Iverson A nigga crossover, Europeans admirin And the soldier's retirin, I ain't buyin Motherfuckers actin like you denyin them Who tryin a nigga, who use buyers I figure your crew tired, my trigger introduces VIOLENCE Loose the sirus, you in hospital, orange juice and vitamins No coke (Chorus) (Verse 3 - Obie Trice) A derelict who inherited hustle My heritage married the street struggle Like a couple of a great unk's ago (yeah) So this blood streams through my nuts Seems like I wasn't in touch When the teacher's ass spoke Nope, naw I was just a preacher in oath Sit on the bleachers and flip coke The only reach you got through my dome Niggaz yaffle so the gat'll be chrome Pull the window raffle, so I scramble with a track and the phones (woo) Fuck a act and a clone, this is actual happening's that's factual back in my home This is rap, but I ain't rappin so you clappin the zone Think we trapped in the act, for the sake of performin (nigga) This is your warnin, run up on the wrong And your tissue is burning a hundred degrees warm (Blaap) O. Treezy's gone, my nigga Buzz bring the track back here for 'em C'mon (Chorus)"

"Flip Mode, Funk Flex Volume 3! It's like battle of the stars, spittin' bars Foreign cars, never been to Mars I'm the wizard of Oz, down to the yellow brick road Flip Mode! Yo, we got this shit blowed 98"

"You can probably tell from the attitude, I got it! Them chick so bark, like a mother fucking florist Playing with me, I suggest you set the game to Lopez I’ve been playing in work, you’re an intern in"

"Uh, ah, uh ah Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh Ah ah ah ah Check it out Flimpmoo Squad '98 Raw Deluxe, check it out y'all I be the street hit The brotha yo momma freak wit Put yo people on if y'all know how to keep a secret When"

"(feat. Busta Rhymes) x2 Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay Come Mr. DJ won't you turn the music up All the gals pon the dance floor wanting some more what Come Mr. DJ won't you turn the music up You"

"Ha haSaka De manGMB, first lady, KatYo dun' knowRed One, let's go Got you half flippin like fireCome with me let me take you higherI'm the object of all your desireAnd your attention is all i requireDon't"

"Game - Like Father, Like Son Lyrics Add to MyLyrics | Submit Corrections (Verse 1: The Game) June 30th, 11:07 I got that call She 8 centimeters, my lil' man about to fall Scuffing my Air Forces,"

"Saw you again last night at the Sunset Grill But you didn't see me You looked so happy with that friend you said was just a friend Maybe you changed your mind About all that space you needed desperately"

"Busta Rhymes, 2000 We got the fire now Come on! Hey, come on, hey Whether it's from all of us You best believe Busta rhymes more flavor than all the rest From all the mess, hardcoreness from all the"

"(feat. Lil Wayne, Ludacris) Yea I'm back to drive you crazy with that hottest shit in the streets No if's, and's, or maybe's Errbody gather around from here to little Haiti Cuz it's Busta..(Luda)..and"

"I'll never stop I don't give a fuck If it's me against a million billion of ya'll mother fuckers I will never stop I bust six out the roof of my Bentley Coup Head shots so mother fuckers can't regroup,"

"Rhymes galore [7x] This is for the motherfuckers out there on some real hiphop shit. Ya'll, ya'll, ya'll Mayday mayday, mayday mayday Walk bared foot all day like kunta kinte So what you say What is you"

"Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up! Turn it up, turn it up. Hey yo! Hey yo! Hit me hit me now. Captain, crew, we're 'bout to fly low. Gonna hold it steady, but you never know. Read the meter, watch with"