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Yeah, what's up, Busta Rhymes, Keith in this bitch
A bus, yeah, Flip Mode meets da Def Squad together once 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 flip we be all over the place
Quick to lay down and lawnmower they face
Fuck your bitch she go to her wedding
Fuck around and you're ass with two sticks
Just the number eleven

And yo I with your current and I fuck with your spouse
And fuck y'all 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 my doe stacked for them niggaz
Spot faggots everywhere like I keep a low jack on them
bitches sprinkle on they channel
After we fuck 'em all in the club frontin' they pussy don't smell

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

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

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

And all waiting the waiting is over y'all
If I don't come wit sick 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 they look just as stink as Hellery Swink
And cheating make me madder than M&M
The night he saw Kim kissing Arabian, I ain't go forth

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

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

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

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

Now every time I grab the microphone I set the 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 fakin' da funk take these nigga home he drunk
Before he wined up in my
I gotta left will fracture your chest and crack ribs
L.O.D. motherfucker we see you again

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

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

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