Yeah, up, Busta Rhymes, Keith Murray in this bitch A busa bus, yeah, Flip Mode meets da Def Squad once again 2003 muthafuckas, yeah all through you Welcome home Murray, ah thank you baby Streets mission nigga, let's give it to 'em, it, check it, yo
It's flip mode we be all over the Quick to lay niggaz and lawnmower they face Fuck your before she go to her wedding around and beat you're ass with two sticks Just the number eleven
And yo I fuck with your current and I fuck with spouse And fuck y'all niggaz up for talkin' in your own house We see y'all niggaz and say one You even got no kind a line a credit in the that you from
I my doe stacked for them niggaz faggots everywhere like I keep a low jack on them niggaz Pretty sprinkle on they channel After we 'em all in the club frontin' like they pussy don't smell
Then they call me mister nice guy like Daved How we be pounding the pussy and makin' it swell that flip mode never fail how we successfully banish bitch Niggaz we see 'em in hell
Now, guess comin' through the streets With and fire that make the people Say that niggaz got it on smash You know them got it on smash You them niggaz got it
Now, guess who's comin' the streets With heat and fire that make the Say that niggaz got it on smash You them niggaz got it on smash You know niggaz got it
Yo, it's Def Squad we be all the place Hog tie, split your back you in a suit case Yeah it's the Mr. Keith Murray and Mr. Curray Don't come through and crush your bur berry hat like blueberry's
And all those waiting the waiting is over If I don't come wit some sick shit I coming at all But you my brother and I love but you pitiful And in you're ass is so therapeutical
And just think these hoes be trying to 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
whip you, catch a case, get probation violate For smoking trees than Dionne Warwick The way I be shittin' on the mic I laugh And use a whole roll of to wipe my stankin' ass
Now, guess who's comin' through the 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
Now, guess who's through the streets With and fire that make the people Say that them niggaz got it on 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 around they be like yo Kell your shit is radical My hang 10 surfs up I left clueless Not that many MC's out there can do
This the same old G Darrly da old E And I don't need back da Gat can hold me Ain't state I ain't without the mac 10 Vics muthafuckin' yeah, I'm back again
Now every I grab the microphone I set the shit on fire 'Cause yo I ain't no joke I'm sharp like wire Machine gun Kelly so get jelly 'Cause bitch you, can put it in mouth, like Akinyele
You he's fakin' da take these nigga home he drunk he wined up in my trunk I gotta that will fracture your chest and crack ribs L.O.D. we gonna see you again
Now, guess who's comin' through the With heat and fire make the people Say them niggaz got it on smash You know niggaz got it on smash You them niggaz got it
Now, guess who's through the streets With heat and fire make the people Say them niggaz got it on smash You know niggaz got it on smash You them niggaz got it
Now, guess who's through the streets With heat and fire 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 that make the people Say that them niggaz got it on You know niggaz got it on smash You know them 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 front, we'll come through Y'all know what to do, don't worry, Murray vision blurry, ay yo E