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Yeah, huh, uh
I bust all you cats in the game for malpractice
I'm in Jersey (Uh), where I'm payin' no taxes
I stick your girl, Agnes (Uh), Flipmode bring the madness (Madness)
Platinum status (Uh), Rampage, I'm the baddest (Baddest)
Check the credit (Uh), yo, you might as well dead it (Dead it)
I said it (What?), fuck the edit, it's uncut (Cut)
Nigga, what? (What?), it's crunch time for me to shine (Shine)
I'ma show you easily for me to take mine
Pass my nickel-plated nine (Nine), call me Einstein ('Stein)
I'm buckin' shots two times to stick you for your rhymes (Rhymes)
Put you in a pine box
Yo, and your whole family's on detox
Hustlin' crack (Uh) to weedbox (Uh), holy socks (Yeah)
Cut you with my ox (Ox), Rampage got the city locked
In your function (Uh) to the Flatbush junction
Causin' rambunction (Uh), watch me do you somethin', uh
Baby Sham on some new shit, new and exclusive
Five-three, caramel, tight grip on a four-fifth
Leave 'em all stiff, blow smoke from this foul drift
Nigga with the sick story, throw 'em off the cliff
As I speak this shit to put my name on the list (What? What?)
A small thug with a slug, put a mark on his wrist
A tattoo of pyramids, puttin' hollows in clips
Peeped your gat jammed, type rush, you lookin' to riff
Q-B's is type sick 'cause we runnin' your clique
See me in the drop with your six, sayin' she snitched
But never that, cuzzo, high beams through the windows (Uh)
My lookouts move slow, they heard you never blast those
Got a safe in your crib, Sham, you know the code
Serge spoke out, "Three, two, one, dash, zero"
Took the C-notes and Flipmode left on the quietest snow
Swallow these to clear your throat, bitch-ass, you should've spoke
(Gimme a F) Fuck the bullshit, fire my gun
Fly a nigga head, fuckin' for fun, fuck where you from
(Gimme a L) Layin' on beaches, killin' all leeches
Love to break a liar face, pick up the pieces, yo
(Gimme the I) Intelligence eliminates all irrelevance
Icon of immaculate rhyme common sense
(Gimme a P) Powerful, professional, poppin' my pistol
Make a pack of people paranoid like twenty pitbulls
(Gimme a M) Master of missions, make all decisions
Head-on collisions, massacre the meat rack, ask the women
(Gimme a O) Got niggas open, open heart surgery
Rhyme so official, overthrow government, shit is nursery
(Gimme a D) Diggin' my dick all inside your chick
Dominate the heavyweight division, rhymin' district
(Gimme a E) Everlastin' slang, eternal ebonics
Lyrical emails stabilize livin' in all my economics
(Squad) Group of men, women, unified force, squadron
Movin' like one in unison, I beg your pardon
(Duh) What they call me? A hundred on a Harley (Yeah)
Out of nowhere and keep it surfin' like Brawley (What?)
Marley, I'm the bitch with the hits though
Woody Woodpecker, LL at the Bristol
Official stamp (Yeah), hold it down in tramp (Yeah)
Then link up at the Tunnel with the rest of my camp (I got)
Paper like Mead, I'm in the mix like speed
And be screamin' on the mic 'til my tonsils bleed (Yeah)
Yeah, that's the way it is like when a kid get christened (Yeah)
Like comin' to the Bricks to find your whip missin'
I rock it uptown on down to West Houston
Houston, peace to my bitches that's boostin'
After juicin', I'ma straight black all the rappers (Damn, uh)
Tap a nigga nerves like them hackers (Uh-huh, yeah)
Be doin' on the modem, I get the call from the dispatcher (Hawks)
To show them motherf'ers what I'm after
Yo, I backslap a wack MC for tryna be somethin' he not
Pull his card, blow off his spot
Nigga talk about murder but ain't committin' none (Uh-huh)
Niggas talk about gats but ain't bustin' one (Not at all)
Yo, I see you in the club portrayin' like you a thug (Uh-huh)
Yeah, your man got a gat but he ain't bustin' near a slug
You's a local block spokesman, I'll split your front open (Facts)
Vicious knife wound, fucked up like Ron Goldman
Spliff I split, fully equipped for any bullshit
Grew up with the bad and ugly, quick to pull shit
Ignorant, vulgar, on your tape recorder
Idol to your son and probably lover to your daughter
Fat Man's son, Mildred's grandson (Uh-huh)
Shirley's nephew, Frankie cousin (Uh-
Huh, one more time, Spliff, come on, son)
Bust my gun like Colombians (Yeah)
Make niggas collapse like fucked up lungs
Better obey the law of the land
Or lay still like soldiers of fortune in 'Nam
Closed coffin with flags folded in half
Triangular shape, blow out the candles with grace
For fabulous taste, some'll battle for space
And pay the ultimate price, poltergeist
Put the Holy Ghost in your life, bring you closer to Christ
Focus your dice when the vulture's in flight
Re-sculpture the mic and smash heads like the opium bite
Prophet in vain (Ha), metropolis claim, body and soul
ID's controlled in the optical frame
Never stoppin' the game, remove your squad with steady plans
I'll body-slam punks like Superstar Billy Graham
Straight spittin', hot street shit
Lyrically, we spittin'
Niggas don't know how we gettin' on down, spittin'
Straight spittin', word is bond, we straight spittin'
Flipmode Squad niggas is rhymin' and spittin'
Fuck shit up everywhere and we straight spittin'
Lyrical ass-whoopin', niggas straight spittin'
We straight spittin'
We straight spittin'
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