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 Aiyyo, balls your pencils 
 As hollow tips get in you 
 Bots cutting to slice your face you 
 Rhymes is natural 
 Hold two lives and four wives 
 Up in the crack capsule 
 Flipmode cruddy styles has been past you 
 Rush pass 
 You couldn't touch cash 
 If it was under your nose 
 Like a mustache 
 Nigga 
 What ass 
 Show your whole cheek 
 Slugs with no heat 
 Diamonds that don't break 
 You thugs is so sweet 
 
 [Rampage] 
 I float so much I get seasick 
 Flipmode is the Squad who I beez with 
 Who I get plucks with 
 And push German V's with 
 Rampage I'm psychic I can see shit 
 To the next millenium 
 You not gon be shit 
 Scratch your name off the list 
 Cut your wrist 
 You know the issue 
 I'm official 
 When you die none of your niggas is really gon miss you 
 
 Chorus: 
 FLIPMODE SQUAD 
 Here to drop bombs 
 AGAINST ALL ODDS 
 Still remain gods 
 GRIP YOUR ARM 
 We always come hard 
 THE WORLD IS OURS 
 Call a National Guard 
 
 [Rah Digga] 
 Here we go 
 Any bitch that rhyme wanna flex she ass 
 I'm stomping all things like I'm plexi-glass 
 Niggas make way like when they hear sirens 
 Treat you like park and too close to fire hydrants 
 All up in the board 
 Kicking back long islands 
 Get your wig split first solid defiance 
 Rah Earth and sun in this Imperial alliance 
 You do the science 
 
 [Spliff Star] 
 I'm getting money shitting, turn intruders into vixens 
 Fall off beeper uh-uh niggas stay getting 
 Dirty nigga for life 
 That's how Spliff's living 
 Throwing niggas in caskets 
 Tired of a yellow ribbons 
 I buck my duck if you touch my one 
 Rather Jamaican than belly boy make you people for fun 
 Fat Man's Son, street educated 
 The colonel of ghetto jurors, still thug related 
 
 Chorus 
 
 [Lord Have Mercy] 
 We enemies of three strike felony laws 
 Gorilla dicking K-Y jelly for whores 
 Lapdances trap grands without laws 
 My baby moms, three eighty for your arms 
 That bust with loud force 
 The ghetto with us 
 That bang Makaveli in trucks 
 That whatever the fuck to give a cheddar in chunks 
 Who gazey chase 
 Fake thugs with lazy aid 
 Track marks 
 Rap stars 
 And a rain of aids 
 
 [Busta Rhymes] 
 Yo, what you want from us 
 Now visualize more of us 
 Stay toting under my given flavor from Nauticas 
 Destroy every arch rival or any challenger 
 Make you remember this day 
 Nigga mark it on your calendar 
 I'm showing you something 
 You ain't saying nothing 
 My niggas make noise 
 Like a bunch of volcanoes erupting 
 None of y'all niggas really wanna war 
 The type of nigga to crash my plane in your building 
 In the name of the law 
 
 Chorus
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