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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And all those the waiting is over y'all
If I don't come wit sick shit I ain't 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 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 that Arabian, I ain't go

Pistol whip you, catch a case, get probation
For smoking more trees 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 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 make the
Say that them niggaz got it on
You know them niggaz got it on
You know them 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 Darrly da old E
And I don't need your back da Gat can me
Ain't state I ain't without the mac 10
Vics muthafuckin' yeah, I'm back again

Now every time I grab the I set the shit on fire
'Cause yo I ain't no joke I'm like barb wire
Machine gun Kelly so don't get
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 left that will fracture your chest and crack ribs
L.O.D. motherfucker we see you again

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

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

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

Now, guess who's comin' the streets
heat and fire that make the people
Say that them niggaz got it on
You know them niggaz got it on
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 come
Y'all know what to do, don't worry, vision ain't blurry, ay yo E