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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 again
muthafuckas, yeah all runin' through you
Welcome home Murray, ah thank you baby
mission nigga, let's give it to 'em, check it, check it, yo

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

And yo I fuck with your current and I fuck with your
And y'all 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 them
Spot faggots everywhere like I keep a low jack on 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 it swell
Fuck flip mode never 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 them niggaz got it on
You them niggaz got it

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

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

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

And just think these hoes be to prink
When they know they look as stink as Hellery Swink
And cheating rappers make me 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 Dionne Warwick
The way I be on the mic I gotta laugh
And use a whole roll of to wipe my stankin' ass

Now, guess who's comin' through the
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 got it on smash
You know them got it on smash
You them niggaz got it

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

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

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 so don't get jelly
'Cause bitch you, can put it in your mouth, like

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

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

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

Now, who's comin' through the streets
With heat and fire make the people
Say that them got it on smash
You know 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 vision blurry, ay yo E