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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 once
2003 muthafuckas, yeah all through you
Welcome home Keith Murray, ah you baby
mission nigga, let's give it to 'em, check it, check it, yo

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

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

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

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

Now, guess who's comin' the streets
heat and fire 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 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 them niggaz got it

Yo, Def Squad we be all over the place
Hog tie, your back fold you in a suit case
Yeah it's the Mr. Keith and Mr. Beef Curray
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 you my brother and I love but you pitiful
And getting in you're ass is so

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

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

Now, guess who's comin' through the
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 comin' through the streets
With 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

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

This the same old G Darrly da old E
And I don't need your da Gat can hold me
Ain't state I ain't been 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 so don't get jelly
'Cause bitch you, can put it in your mouth, Akinyele

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

Now, guess who's comin' the streets
With heat and fire that 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 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 them niggaz 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 niggaz got it

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 them niggaz got it

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