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Intro: Busta Rhymes & DJ Green Lantern
Green Lantern
I know y'all ain't believe us
What up?
I know you can't believe the way we
We just, we just sledgehammer the situation
Flipmode
I know you can't believe the way Flipmode Squad has turned up the volume knob a couple dessibles
Busta, what up, my nigga?
I know you tryna figure out how we are going to strategicly move the next chess piece
Come on
I know you tryna understand why we the way we are
Flipmode Squad
It ain't safe no more
Yo
Yo
Verse 1: Busta Rhymes
While you niggas still fronting, niggas call me L.I
Lethal injection, 'cause I'm only here to kill something
Yo, my niggas fear nothing
None
Long ago ass beatings we gave you niggas, that you still suffering from
And still will buss a big gun
On top of all that, beating you in your head, you'll probably need a buffering, son
Higher, nigga, higher, nigga
Shit, you know we on fucking fire, nigga
Fire, nigga
Til we all retire, nigga
Verse 2 ?
I got it, Buss
Flipmode Squad
I speak real loud, so the whole world can hear me
Since 97, the game has been scary
I roll by myself, a lotta niggas fear me
I got a street gift, my power is great
Yo, when I come around, a lotta niggas start to shake
I kick down the door, accordin' to my squad, it ain't safe no more
Verse 3: Spliff Star
We get down and dirty, my biscuit hold 30
Nigga (?) skip 30
Got rich early
And my bitch properly serve me
Transport a birdy
From here to Albuquerque
My hustle stay strong
East flat gutter rap
I'm reppin' across the map
Spit stupid on the track
'Till you niggas all adapt
Thugs bump me in the hood, like I'm E-pills or crack
Spliff Star with the loaded gat
For reala, holla
Verse 4 ?
Now let's handle this coward
I'ma surely devour
Every moment is power
At this time, at this hour
I'ma cancel your dollars
And just clap at your collar
And make moves so don't follow
'Cause my gun is a problem
It's getting tighter, every second is real
Lift your truck, get this maybe sealed, my guns is navy real
Don't think we don't aim to kill, it's probably the pills
But who knows I be the one to put a cramp on your bills, nigga
Verse 5: Rah Digga
Fly sister, niggas, come on hither
See the OG that still KO like Tim Wither
Spoon, mama got a brand new tune
To keep a frostbitten neck in the middle of June
Further kicking freestyles, to the cats on the corner
Or getting 6 figures a verse from Time Warner
Nigga nigga y'all
You should see all the male groupies
I'm the best there is, and if I fail, shoot me
Outro: Busta Rhymes
You can't fuck with my crew
Flipmode Squad
Come on
Motherfuckers, you ain't seeing it
Huh
Motherfuckers, I said, you ain't seeing what it is, nigga
Flipmode, motherfucker
It ain't shit no more in this street
Yeah, nigga
2003 grinding, nigga
We sturring the motherfucking pot right now, bitch
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