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Jamal
C'mon, yeah.. villain
C'mon, aight?
I got this side right here
Take this side right there
C'mon do this
Busta Bus
C'mon, aight?
C'mon (here we go) stayin street
Jamal
Paws, to the wall, with the dirty dog, raw rap-ture
If you ain't with it bite crotch til it break your jaw
(Your jaw) For tryin to knock us
Tryin to kill or stop us, jack our propers
Busta Bus, they fakin, the cake is for the takin
While they runnin they face, I'm lettin the plan bake
Formulate, now look at the plot, we got
more and more s**t that's hot, show to rock the spot
Clock or knot, nigg* the whole pot
Ready or not, we comin, sn*tchin every comer
witcha hoe in the Benz-O, dumbin like a motherfker
Busta Rhymes
You can be my lady, you coul even be my lollipop sucker
The road dawg baby comin like the mad trucker
Lot of jealous lookin funnier than Chris Tucker
God bless, oh yes, I stay fresh
Full of finesse, my congress show progress
Stylish, hit you with the s**t to digest
In this rhyme s**t we be some of the world's finest
Your Highness, leavin corny spineless
Attack it with the classic rhyme flow timeless (ha ha)
Chorus: Busta Rhymes
Not a problem my squad can't fix
Cause we can do, it in the mix
So when you talk trash, you can get a bust ass
Cause you know we don't fk around
When you talk s**t, lay ya six feet under the ground,
ground ground, ground ground
When you talk s**t, lay ya six feet under the ground,
ground ground, ground ground
Jamal
This is how we ride, throw your hands from side to side
It's party time, and don't forget get yours, cause I'ma get mine
(Who dat?) The villain til I'm peelin a million
Ridin dirty, and bustin like thirty-thirty, til a nigg* end
Knowin that the s**t is fked I'm still here to win, cheddar
If you ain't about it then I think you better
hang the little plot you got, don't sweat it main
My nigg*, my life's uncut like Kane, real _Raw_
Y'all don't know s**t about Jamal or what I'm in it for:
cash, cars, fly wh*res and tours
Fillin my pipe, with no messes and no limits
Them other one scrimpin, has the tent froze frigid
Fall as a gimmick, d*ck l*ckin chasin chickens
I mash for the cash with the click and
rip a show then I'm dippin in the whip and high trippin
Busta Rhymes
While y'all hoppin and skippin I stick the clip in, yo
Accelerate on the gas, move fast
Blast, find a nigg* FOOT in your ass
Colorful , just peep the whole contrast
Flipmode is the Squad, a news flash
Bust your s**t up, what the fk, nigg* get up
Violate, get they whole s**t lit up!
Break fool, know the rules, rob jewels
Champagne bath, throw the Mo-et in the pool
nigg* caught a motherfkin strain on the brain
ridin on the train, I'ma whip a Benz in the rain
Oversized click on the rise so realize we be
dem that dead up all you funny little small fries
The franchise, Flipmode damagin all of you Fall Guys
Yo I'm tired of they full of True Lies
No time.. we got the right surprise
Need a new beginnin, need to get a baptise
You need to get a baptise
Word is bond, aiyyo
Chorus
Ground, a-ground, a-gr-gr-ground-ground
Just party to the s**t like this c'mon
Just bounce to the motherfkin beat c'mon
You don't know my brand new song c'mon
Aiyyo, hear me out y'all, UHH
Yo, and just feel my s**t
C'mon bounce what the fk?
