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"Get It Get It get It Get It Flip it flip it yeah! dressed ready to impress fresh up in my Louis suit Step up in the club Bitches, like up rready to salute let me squeeze your juicy fruit Mamis call"

"Fake shit will kill you Boy I know the real you Fake shit will kill you Boy I know the real you Fake shit will kill you Boy I know the real you Fake shit will kill you Boy I know the real you Really gon’"

"(Missy) Yeahhayyy, yeahhh (Havoc) Yeah, uh-huh (Missy) Yah.. (Missy) Yeahhayyy, yeahhayyy! (Havoc) Yeah.. fo' sho' (Missy) Yeahh! Yah.. (Missy) Mmmm-mmm-mmm, mmmm-mmm-mmm (Missy) Uhh, yah.. (Havoc) M-O-B-B"

"(Missy) Yeahhayyy, yeahhh (Havoc) Yeah, uh-huh (Missy) Yah.. (Missy) Yeahhayyy, yeahhayyy! (Havoc) Yeah.. fo' sho' (Missy) Yeahh! Yah.. (Missy) Mmmm-mmm-mmm, mmmm-mmm-mmm (Missy) Uhh, yah.. (Havoc) M-O-B-B"

"(feat. Missy Elliott, Tweet) C'mon, let's get Pop in love I know you pop-u-lar Admitted the club But I just wanna toss you up Before I Swallow you whole I need to wash it down Tell your girls Avion"

"(Petey Pablo) Man you see that Everytime they with all them big cars, we can't get nothin I don't like that, I don't like that at all (Chorus) I got myself some new funk And I'm, bout to get funked up,"

"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"

"Busy little missy Yeah She got no time for jokes Spirits running’ thru my veins I got spirit in my coke Telling me that she insane I can see it in her look Yeah, it’s blood all of the stains I got blood"

"(X) Hey yeah (Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh) Ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah (Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh) Ooh, hey (Let's go) (X, X, X, X) 6 to 5 I'm two times We're still around Working night and day We're still"

"Hit banger Hit me Gimme some new shit Gimme some new shit Gimme some new shit Gimme some new shit Missy be puttin it down I'm the hottest round I told yall mutha (struck) Yall can't put me down Listen"

"Tush Lyrics Oohhh... This that fire! Ghostface and Missy Somebody tell that girl that her ass too big I give it to her right and she let me live Can't eat that, 'cause there's no relationship I beat"

"(feat. Snoop Dogg) Yeah, ladies and gentleman Broadcasting live to you and yours It's Mr. X to the Z, Xzibit Yeah, bounce it Come on The first day of the rest of my life X stand behind the mic like Walker"

"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"

"Do I have to change my name? (Uh) Will it get me far? Should I lose some weight? (Uh) Am I gonna be a star? Missy and Madonna boy, ain't nothin' better Hotter than fat bitches dancin' in a sweater Madonna"

"The way you put it down in between the sheets Is like no other girl You done take it a whole another level of freakiness When you blow my mind To the point where all these other women Kinda feeling like"

"Whooo, I'ma shut this down Kitty kat, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow Hit it with the he, to the he to the how Miss Jackson, oh she wear the crown Brand new sound, got a brand new style Coming with the banger"

"This is that new Anitta, suckers Hmm, let's go Kiss me from the roof to the lobby Your lips on my body They work like a hobby Wanna see you Kiss me from the roof to the lobby Your lips on my body Then"

"Let's go Baby, I just want you to be mine Won’t you give me a bit of your time? Oh, whoa Chasin' you, no, I won't stop trying Just meet me at the borderline (It’s loose) You play hard-to-get, but I"

"(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)"