(feat. Busta Rhymes, Rah Digga)



[DJ Clue]

DJ Clue

Desert Strom



[Busta Rhymes]

Yea

Flipmode

Busta Rhymes

Rah Digga

The Inauguration

(New Busta Rhymes!!!)

Yea, yea ha ha ha yea

(Feat Rah Digga)

What

Give it to me

All my nggaz

Where you at now?



[Busta Rhymes]

Check me

When we arrive in the spot

Who the fuck you think fazin'

We amazing and we blazin' nigga

And while we blow shit every time

Fully equipped for the occasion

While we dazin', and we grazin' niggaz

Make you leak and drip

Till your body shelves up faggots

Just like a razor say your grace and get the praisin' niggaz

Flipmode be the ultimate unit, play your position

While he lace it, know your place, while we decreasin' niggaz

I have a hard time with wack niggaz talkin'

Die slow with all that weak shit, you speak shit, eat shit!

Cause when we march and high-step in the spot

Niggaz love it when we leak shit, the heat shit, street shit!

And while we drop the most miraculous bombs

Ya'll niggaz aint really dropin nothin'

rockin nothin', toppin' nothin' (whhaaatttt!)

Now to ya'll funny niggaz talkin' your talk

Ya'll niggaz aint even really coppin' nothin'

poppin' nothin', stoppin' nothin'



[Chorus 1-Busta Rhymes]

All my niggaz that be ride in the trucks

Getting' money say it! (ho)

Niggaz, say it (ho, hoooo!)



All my niggaz thata' rep for the street

Hold it down say it! (ho)

Niggaz, what! I'm sayin' (ho, hoooo!)



All my bitches thata' beef with they nigga

And hold it down with em' (whaa)

Say it, bitches, I'm sayin' (whaa, whaaa!)



And to my bitches that be doin' it and get their own money

Just say it (whaa)

Say it, bitches, I'm sayin' (whaa, whaaa!)



[Rah Digga]

Say 1 for the dirty

2 for hard core

3 for the trees stashed in my top drawer

I be comin' to ya' live!

Fuck up your whole circuit

Make rappers ask them self if this shit is even worth it

Don't really need to brag

Cause these streets a tell

Stay tight, be polite, and she specks so well

Say fuck the world

Who ever aint feelin' me

Campaignin' through the hood like my name was Hillary

The illest with form

I'm the illest on the norm

The illest on my barn (?)

The illest on the song

Any type wanna yap or think they can rap

I'm a scream on motherfuckas like my name was Big Cap

Timbaland, sweat pants, sacks of high dro

The dirtiest flow in magazines like Whoa!

Make it hot, flow it down

Like some hoers, you can lift this

And be careful what you write cause I might of already flipped it



[Chorus 2-Busta Rhymes]

All my niggaz that be ridin' on 20's

And gettinn' money say it! (ho)

Niggaz, say it (ho, hoooo!)



All my niggaz thata' rep for the street

Hold it down say it! (ho)

Niggaz, what! I'm sayin' (ho, hoooo!)



All my bitches thata' beef with they nigga

And hold it down with em' (whaa)

Say it, bitches, I'm sayin' (whaa, whaaa!)



And to my bitches that be doin' it and get their own money

Just say it (whaa)

Say it, bitches, I'm sayin' (whaa, whaaa!)



[Busta Rhymes]

Now we don't give a fuck

We serious nigga

We smokin' trees, stackin' G's, nigga please, nigga what now?

Music just for niggaz backin' they jaws

Makin' you freeze, beta' eaze, get on your knees, nigga what now?



[Rah Digga]

Digga, digga, digga

Type of swing only Rah could bring

I could passion (?) crazy rhymin', and I do my thing

Trantin' niggaz to threads, like white boys in kegs

Cuss words and verbs

Going over niggaz heads



[Busta Rhymes]

Yo no mercy and we taken no prisoners

Pull the trigger, now we bigger, me and digga, in the spot now!

Ya'll mothafuckas really think you can manage

What we deliver, cause we thicker, and we sick of—what the fuck now!



[Rah Digga]

Digga, digga, digga

Ripped shit since the 80's

You taken me like if, and, mazin'

Lil' crazy, lil' lazy, sop it up like gravy

Couldn't write a wack rhyme if a mothafucka paid me



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