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Yeah, what's up, Busta Rhymes, Keith Murray in this
A bus, yeah, Flip Mode meets da Def Squad together once again
2003 muthafuckas, all runin' through you
Welcome home Murray, ah thank you baby
Streets mission nigga, give it to 'em, check it, check it, yo

It's flip mode we be all the place
Quick to lay niggaz down and lawnmower face
Fuck your before she go to her wedding
around and beat you're ass with two sticks
Just the number eleven

And yo I fuck your current and I fuck with your spouse
And fuck y'all niggaz up for talkin' in your own house
We see niggaz bounce and say one
You even got no kind a line a credit in the that you from

I keep my doe stacked for them
Spot faggots like I keep a low jack on them niggaz
Pretty bitches on they channel
we fuck 'em all in the club frontin' like they pussy don't smell

Then they call me mister nice guy Daved Chappelle
How we just be pounding the pussy and it swell
that flip mode never fail how we successfully banish bitch
Niggaz till we see 'em in

Now, guess who's comin' the streets
With heat and fire make the people
Say that them niggaz got it on
You know niggaz got it on smash
You know niggaz got it

Now, guess who's through the streets
With and fire that make the people
Say them niggaz got it on smash
You know niggaz got it on smash
You know niggaz got it

Yo, it's Def Squad we be all the place
Hog tie, split your back fold you in a case
it's the Mr. Keith Murray and Mr. Beef Curray
Don't worry come through and crush bur berry hat like blueberry's

And all those the waiting is over y'all
If I come wit some sick shit I ain't coming at all
But listen you my brother and I but you pitiful
And in you're ass is so therapeutical

And just think these be trying to prink
they know they look just as stink as Hellery Swink
And rappers make me madder than M&M
The night he saw Kim kissing that Arabian, I go forth

Pistol whip you, catch a case, get violate
For more trees than Dionne Warwick
The way I be on the mic I gotta laugh
And use a whole roll of tissue to my stankin' ass

Now, who's comin' through the streets
With heat and that make the people
Say that them niggaz got it on
You know niggaz got it on smash
You know them got it

Now, guess comin' through the streets
With heat and that make the people
Say that niggaz got it on smash
You know them got it on smash
You know them got it

Ah yo, first of all my rap is not compatible
When white boys come they be like yo Kell your shit is radical
My hang 10 surfs up I left them
Not that many MC's out there can do

This the old G Darrly mack da old E
And I need your back da Gat can hold me
Ain't I ain't been without the mac 10
Kell Vics yeah, I'm back again

Now time I grab the microphone I set the shit on fire
'Cause yo I ain't no I'm sharp like barb wire
Machine gun Kelly so get jelly
'Cause bitch you, can put it in your mouth, like

You he's da funk take these nigga home he drunk
Before he wined up in my
I gotta left that will your chest and crack ribs
L.O.D. we gonna see you again

Now, guess comin' through the streets
With heat and fire that the people
Say that them got it on smash
You know niggaz got it on smash
You know them got it

Now, guess who's through the streets
With heat and fire make the people
Say them niggaz got it on smash
You know them niggaz got it on
You them niggaz got it

Now, guess who's comin' the streets
heat and fire that make the people
Say that them niggaz got it on
You them niggaz got it on smash
You them niggaz got it

Now, guess who's comin' the streets
With heat and fire that the people
Say that niggaz got it on smash
You know niggaz got it on smash
You them niggaz got it

Yeah, Def Squad, mode, L.O.D., P.T.P
You know we got it on smash, street niggaz, got the streets on
All ya fake ass up front, we'll come through
Y'all know to do, don't worry, Murray vision ain't blurry, ay yo E