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

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

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

Then call me mister nice guy like Daved Chappelle
How we be pounding the pussy and makin' it swell
Fuck that flip mode never fail how we successfully bitch
till we see 'em in hell

Now, who's 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 them got it

Now, who's comin' 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 them niggaz got it

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

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

And just think these hoes be trying to
When they know they just as stink as Hellery Swink
And rappers 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 smoking more trees Dionne Warwick
The way I be shittin' on the mic I gotta
And use a whole of tissue to wipe my stankin' ass

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

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

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

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

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

You he's fakin' da funk take these nigga home he
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' the streets
With and fire that make the people
Say that them niggaz got it on
You know them niggaz got it on
You know them got it

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

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

Now, guess who's comin' 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

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 come
know what to do, don't worry, Murray vision ain't blurry, ay yo E