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Yeah, what's up, Busta Rhymes, Keith Murray in this
A busa bus, yeah, Flip Mode meets da Def Squad together once
2003 muthafuckas, yeah all runin' you
home Keith Murray, ah thank you baby
Streets mission nigga, let's give it to 'em, check it, it, yo

flip mode we be all over the place
Quick to lay niggaz down and they face
Fuck your bitch before she go to her
around and beat you're ass with two sticks
Just like the number

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

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

Then they call me mister nice guy Daved Chappelle
How we just be pounding the pussy and makin' it
Fuck that flip never fail how we successfully banish bitch
Niggaz we see 'em in hell

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You fakin' da funk take these nigga home he drunk
Before he wined up in my
I gotta left that will fracture chest and crack ribs
L.O.D. motherfucker we see you again

Now, guess who's 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 them niggaz got it

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

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

Now, guess who's comin' through the
With heat and fire make the people
Say that them got it on smash
You them niggaz got it on smash
You them niggaz 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 fake ass up there front, come through
Y'all know to do, don't worry, Murray vision ain't blurry, ay yo E