Straight Spittin'-Flipmode Squad/Flipmode Squad (Starring Busta Rhymes, Rampage, Spliff Star, Rah Digga, Baby Sham & Lord Have Mercy)

歌手 : Flipmode Squad / Flipmode Squad (Starring Busta Rhymes, Rampage, Spliff Star, Rah Digga, Baby Sham & Lord Have Mercy)

专辑 : The Imperial

语种 : 英语

时长 : 04:43

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TXT Straight Spittin'-Flipmode Squad/Flipmode Squad (Starring Busta Rhymes, Rampage, Spliff Star, Rah Digga, Baby Sham & Lord Have Mercy) 文本歌词

Straight Spittin' - Flipmode Squad (Starring Busta Rhymes, Rampage, Spliff Star, Rah Digga, Baby Sham & Lord Have Mercy)

I'll bust all you cats

In the game for malpractice

I'm in Jersey

Where I'm paying no taxes

I'll stick your girl Agnus

Flipmode bring the madness

Platinum status

Rampage I'm the baddest

Check the credit

Yo you might as well dead it

I said it f**k the edit it's uncut

Ni**a what

It's crunch time for me to shine

I'm a show you easily

For me to take mines

Pass my nickel plated nine

Call me Einstein

Buck a shot two times

And stick you for your rhyme

Put you in a pine box

You and your whole family's on detox

Hustlin crack for Reeboks

Holy socks cut you with my ox

Rampage got the city locked

And your function

To the Flat Bush junction

Causin rambunction

Watch me do you somethin

Baby Sham on some new sh*t

New and exclusive

5'3" Caramel tight grip on a four fifth

Leave em all stiff blow smoke from this foul drift

Ni**a with the 6 story

Throw em off the cliff

As I speak the sh*t to

Put my name on the list

The small thug with a

Slug put a mark on his wrist

A tattoo of pyramids

Puttin hollows in clips

Peeped your gat jammed tight

Ross your lookin to riff

What the f**k

QB's type sh*t

Cause we runnin your clique

See me in the drop

With your six sayin she snitched

But never that cuz-o

High beam through the window

My lookouts move slow

They heard you never blast though

Got a safe in your crib

Sham you know the code

Search spoke out 3 2 1 that's zero

Took the c notes and flip

Mode left on the quietest note

Swallowed these then cleared your throat

You should have spoke

B**ch a**

Fire my gun

Fly a ni**a head f**k it for fun

GIMMIE AN L

Layin on beaches

Killing all leeches

Love to break a liar face

Pick up the pieces yo

GIMMIE AN I

Intelligence eliminates

All irrelavance

Icon of immaculate

Rhyme common sense

GIMMIE A P

Powerful professional

Poppin my pistol

Make a pack of people

Paranoid like 20 pitbulls

GIMMIE AN M

Master of all missions

Maker of decisions

Head on collisions

Massacre the meat rack

Ask the women

GIMMIE AN O

Got niggas open

Open heart surgery

Rhyme so official

Overthrow governments

Sh*t is nursery

GIMMIE A D

Diggin my dick all inside your chick

Dominate the heavyweight division

Rhymin district

GIMMIE AN E

Everlasting slang

Eternal ebonics

Lyrical e-mail

Stabalize livin in all my economics

SQUAD

Group of men women

Unified force

Squadron

Movin like one in unison

Beg your pardon

What they call me

A hundred on a Harley

Out of nowhere and keep you

Surfin like Brawley

Narley I'm the b**ch with the pistol

Woody Woodpecker or L L at the Bristol

Official stand hold it down in Trent

Then link up at the tunnel

With the rest of my camp

Paper like Meade

I'm in the mix like Speed

And be screamin on

The mic till my tonsils bleed

Yeah that's the way it is

Like when a kid get chirstened

Like comin to the bricks

To find your whip missin

Rockin uptown on down to west Howston

Houston peace to my

B**ches that's boostin

After juicin I'm a straight

Black ball a rapper

Tap a ni**a's nerves like them hackers

Be goin on the modem

I get the call from the dispatcher

Then show them mother

F'ers what I'm after

Yo I back slap a wack mc for trying to be

Something he not

Pull his card blow up his spot

Ni**a talkin bout murder

But ain't committin one

Niggas talkin bout gats but ain't bustin one

Yo I see you in the

Portayin like you a thug

Yea your man got a gatt

But he ain't bustin no slug

You

You's a local black spokesman

I split your front open

Viscious knife wound

F**ked up like Ron Goldman

Spliff I spit fully equipped for any b******t

Grew up with the bad and ugly

Quick to pull sh*t

Ignorant vulgar on your taperecorder

Idol to your son and probably

Lover to your daughter

Fatman son wilted grandson

Nephew Frank the cousin

Uh huh one more time

Uh huh Spliff come on

Bust my gun like Columbians

Make niggas colapse like f**ked up lungs

Better obey the laws of the land

Or lay still like soldiers of fortune in Nam

Closed coffin with flags folded in half

Triangular shape

Blow out the candles with grace

For fabulous tastes

Some will battle for space

Pay the ultimate price

Poltergeist

Put the holy ghost in your life

Bring you closer to Christ

Focus your dice when the vulture's in flight

Resculpture the mic then smash

Heads like the o***m bite

Prophet in vein Metropolis claim body and soul

ID's controlled in the optical frame

Never stoppin the game

Remove your squad with steady plans

I body slam punks like Superstar Billy Gramm

Straight spitting

A** Whipping

Lyrical

We straight Spitting

Flip Mode Squad

Striaght Spitting

Word is bond

Straight spitting

Word is bond

Flip Mode Squad

Striaght Spitting

Lyrical

A** Whipping

We straight Spitting

Straight Spitting

We straight Spitting