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

It's flip mode we be all over the
to lay niggaz down and lawnmower they face
Fuck your before she go to her wedding
Fuck around and beat ass with two sticks
Just like the number

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

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

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

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

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

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

And all waiting the waiting is over y'all
If I don't come wit some sick 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 just these hoes be trying to prink
When they know they look just as stink as Hellery
And cheating make me madder than M&M
The night he saw Kim that Arabian, I ain't go forth

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

Now, guess comin' through the streets
With heat and fire that make the
Say them 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 fire that make the
Say that niggaz got it on smash
You know niggaz 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 yo Kell your shit is radical
My hang 10 up I left them clueless
Not that many MC's out can do this

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

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

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

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

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

Now, who's comin' through the streets
With heat and that make the people
Say that them got it on smash
You them niggaz got it on smash
You know them 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 niggaz got it on
You know them 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, we'll through
Y'all know what to do, don't worry, vision ain't blurry, ay yo E