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

It's flip we be all over the place
Quick to lay niggaz down and they face
Fuck your bitch 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 y'all niggaz up for talkin' in your own house
We see y'all bounce and say one
You even got no a line a credit in the hood that you from

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

Then they call me nice guy like Daved Chappelle
How we just be the pussy 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' the streets
With heat and fire make the people
Say that niggaz got it on smash
You know niggaz got it on smash
You know them got it

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

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

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

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

whip you, catch a case, get probation violate
For more trees than Dionne Warwick
The way I be shittin' on the mic I gotta
And use a roll of tissue to wipe my stankin' 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 know niggaz got it

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

Ah yo, first of all my rap is not compatible
When white boys come around they be yo Kell your shit is radical
My hang 10 up I left them clueless
Not that MC's out there can do this

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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