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(feat. Busta Rhymes, Kell Vicious) [Busta Rhymes] Yeah, what's up Busta Rhymes, Keith Murray in this bitch A busa bus, yeah Flip Mode meets da Def Squad together once again 2003 muthafuckas, yeah all runin through you Welcome home Keith Murray (ah thank you baby) Streets mission nigga, lets give it to em, check it aw yeah [VERSE 1] Its Flip mode we be all over da place Quick to lay niggaz down and lawnmower they face Fuck your bitch before she go to her wedding Fuck around and beat you're ass with two sticks just like the number 11 And yo I fuck with your current and I fuck with your spouse And fuck y'all niggaz up for talkin shit in your own house We see y'all niggaz bounce and say one You even got no kind a line a credit in da hood that you from I keep my doe stacked for them niggaz Spot faggots everywhere like I keep a low jack on them niggaz Pretty bitches sprinkle on they chanel After we fuck em all in da club frontin like they pussy don't smell Then they call me mister nice guy like Daved Chappelle How we just be pounding da pussy and makin it swell SongtexteFuck that flip mode never fail how we successfully banish bitch Niggaz till we see em in hell [CHORUS x2: Kell Vicious] Now, guess who's comin through the streets With heat and fire that make the people Say that them niggaz got it on smash You know them niggaz got it on smash You know them niggaz got it on smash [VERSE 2: Keith Murray] Yo it's Def Squad we be all over the place Hog tie, split your back fold you in a suit case Yeah it's the Mr. Keith Murray Mr. Beef Curray Don't worry come thru and crush your burberry hat like blueberry's And all those waiting the waiting is over y'all If I don't come wit some sick shit I ain't coming at all But listen you my brother and I love but you pitiful And getting in you're ass is so therapeutical And just think these hoes be trying to prink When they know teiy look just as stink as hellery swink And cheating rappers make me madder than M&M The night he saw kim kissing that Arabian, I ain't go forth Pistol whip you, catch a case, get probation violate For smoking more trees than Dionne Warwick The way I be shittin'on the mic I gotta laugh And use a whole roll of tissue to wipe m stanking ass [CHORUS x2] [VERSE 3: Keith Murray] Ah yo first of all my rap style is not compatible When white boys come around they be like yo Kell your shit is radical My hang 10 surfs up I left them clueless Not that many MC's out there can do this This the same old G Darrly mack da ol e And I don't need your back da Gat can hold me Ain't state I ain't been without the mac 10 Kell Vics muthafuckin' yeah I'm back again Now everytime I grab the microphone I set the shit on fire Cause yo I ain't no joke I'm sharp like barb wire Machine gun kelly so don't get jelly Cause bitch you (can put it in your mouth) like Akinyele You he's fakin da funk take thes nigga home he drunk Before he wined up in my trunk I gotta left that will fracture your chest and crack ribs L.O.D. mutherfucker we gonna see you again [CHORUS x4] Yeah, Def Squad, Flipmode, L.O.D., P.T.P You know we got it on smash Street niggaz, got the streets on smash All ya fake ass up there front, we'll come through Y'all know what to do Don't worry, Murray vision ain't blurry Ayo E Aus Songtexte Mania