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Yeah, what's up, Busta Rhymes, Keith in this bitch
A busa bus, yeah, Flip Mode meets da Def together once again
muthafuckas, yeah all runin' through you
Welcome home Keith Murray, ah you baby
Streets mission nigga, give it to 'em, check it, check it, yo

It's flip mode we be all the place
Quick to lay niggaz down and lawnmower face
your bitch before she go to her wedding
Fuck and beat you're ass with two sticks
like the number eleven

And yo I fuck with your current and I fuck with your
And fuck niggaz up for talkin' shit in your own house
We see y'all niggaz and say one
You even got no kind a line a credit in the hood that you

I keep my doe stacked for niggaz
Spot faggots everywhere like I keep a low on them niggaz
Pretty bitches on they channel
After we fuck 'em all in the club frontin' like they pussy don't

they call me mister nice guy like Daved Chappelle
How we just be pounding the and makin' it swell
Fuck that flip mode fail how we successfully banish bitch
Niggaz till we see 'em in

Now, guess who's comin' through the
With heat and fire that make the
Say that them niggaz got it on
You them niggaz got it on smash
You know niggaz got it

Now, guess comin' through the streets
With and fire that make the people
Say them niggaz got it on smash
You know them got it on smash
You know them got it

Yo, Def Squad we be all over the place
Hog tie, split your back you in a suit case
Yeah it's the Mr. Murray and Mr. Beef Curray
Don't worry come through and crush your bur hat like blueberry's

And all those the waiting is over y'all
If I don't come wit some shit I ain't coming at all
But listen you my and I love but you pitiful
And getting in you're ass is so

And think these hoes be trying to prink
When they know they just as stink as Hellery Swink
And cheating rappers me madder than M&M
The night he saw Kim kissing that Arabian, I ain't go

whip you, catch a case, get probation violate
For smoking more trees than Dionne
The way I be shittin' on the mic I laugh
And use a whole roll of tissue to wipe my ass

Now, guess who's comin' through the
heat and fire that make the people
Say them niggaz got it on smash
You know them niggaz got it on
You them niggaz got it

Now, guess who's through the streets
With and fire that make the people
Say that them niggaz got it on
You know niggaz got it on smash
You them niggaz got it

Ah yo, first of all my rap style is not
When white boys come around be like yo Kell your shit is radical
My hang 10 surfs up I them clueless
Not that many out there can do this

the same old G Darrly mack da old E
And I don't need your back da Gat can me
Ain't state I been without the mac 10
Kell Vics muthafuckin' yeah, I'm back

Now every time I the microphone I set the shit on fire
'Cause yo I ain't no joke I'm sharp barb wire
Machine gun so don't get jelly
'Cause bitch you, can put it in mouth, like Akinyele

You he's fakin' da take these nigga home he drunk
Before he up in my trunk
I gotta left that fracture your chest and crack ribs
L.O.D. motherfucker we gonna see you

Now, who's comin' through the streets
With heat and fire that make the
Say that them got it on smash
You know them niggaz got it on
You them niggaz got it

Now, guess who's through the streets
With heat and that make the people
Say that them niggaz got it on
You know them niggaz got it on
You know niggaz got it

Now, who's comin' through the streets
heat and fire that make the people
Say that them niggaz got it on
You know them got it on smash
You know niggaz got it

Now, guess comin' through the streets
With heat and fire that the people
Say that them got it on smash
You them niggaz got it on smash
You know them got it

Yeah, Def Squad, mode, L.O.D., P.T.P
You know we got it on smash, niggaz, got the streets on smash
All ya ass up there front, we'll come through
Y'all know to do, don't worry, Murray vision ain't blurry, ay yo E