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Straight
Flipmode

I'll all you cats in the game for malpractice
I'm in jersey, I'm paying no taxes
I'll stick girl, agnus
Flipmode the madness
status, rampage I'm the baddest
Check the credit, yo you might as well it
I said it, fuck the edit, it's
Nigga what, it's crunch for me to shine
I'm a show you easily for me to mines
my nickel plated nine, call me einstein
Buck a shot two and stick you for your rhyme
Put you in a box
You and your family's on detox
crack for reeboks
Holy socks, cut you my ox
Rampage got the locked
And your function, to the bush junction
Causin rambunction, me do you somethin

What call me
A hundred on a
Out of nowhere, and you surfin like brawley(sp? )
Narley! I'm the with the pistol
woodpecker or l.l. at the bristol
Official stand, hold it in trent
Then up at the tunnel with the rest of my camp
Paper like meade, I'm in the mix like
And be screamin on the mic my tonsils bleed
Yeah the way it is
Like a kid get chirstened
Like comin to the to find your whip missin
Rockin uptown, on down to howston
Houston, peace to my that's boostin
After juicin, I'm a straight black ball a
Tap a nerves like them hackers
Be on the modem, I get the call from the dispatcher
Then show them mother f'ers I'm after

starr>
Yo I back a wack mc for trying to be
Something he not, pull his card, up his spot
Nigga talkin bout murder but committin one
Niggas talkin bout gats but ain't one
Yo, I see you in the (? ) portayin you a thug
Yea, your man got a gatt, but he ain't bustin no
You
You's a local black spokesman, I your front open
Viscious knife wound, up like ron goldman
Spliff, I spit, equipped for any bullshit
Grew up with the bad and ugly, quick to pull
Ignorant, vulgar, on your
Idol to son and probably lover to your daughter
Fatman son, wilted grandson, (? ) nephew, the cousin

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*uh huh, one more time, uh huh, spliff, on*
Bust my gun, columbians
Make colapse like fucked up lungs

Better obey the of the land
Or lay like soldiers of fortune in nam
Closed coffin flags folded in half
Triangular shape, out the candles with grace
For fabulous tastes, will, battle for space
Pay the ultimate price,
Put the holy ghost in life, bring you closer to christ
Focus your dice, when the in flight
Resculpture the mic, then heads like the opium bite
Prophet in vein, metropolis claim and soul
Id's in the optical frame
Never stoppin the
Remove your squad with steady
I body slam punks like superstar gramm

*straight spittin...word is bond...flip squad...striaght spittin...lyrical
Ass whippin...we spittin....*