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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
2003 muthafuckas, yeah all runin' you
Welcome Keith Murray, ah thank you baby
Streets mission nigga, let's it to 'em, check it, check it, yo

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

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

I keep my doe for them niggaz
Spot faggots everywhere I keep a low jack on them niggaz
Pretty sprinkle on they channel
we fuck '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 pounding the pussy and makin' it
that flip mode never fail how we successfully banish bitch
Niggaz we see 'em in hell

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 them got it

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

Yo, it's Def Squad we be all the place
Hog tie, split your back fold you in a suit
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 those waiting the waiting is y'all
If I don't come wit some sick shit I coming at all
But listen you my brother and I but you pitiful
And getting in you're ass is so

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

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

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

Ah yo, of all my rap style is not compatible
When white boys come around they be like yo Kell your is radical
My hang 10 up I left them clueless
Not that MC's 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 I ain't been without the mac 10
Vics muthafuckin' yeah, I'm back again

Now every time I grab the microphone I set the 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 nigga home he
Before he wined up in my
I gotta that will fracture your chest and crack ribs
L.O.D. motherfucker we gonna see you

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

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

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

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