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Flipmode Squad Meets the Conglomerate - Busta Rhymes (Ft. Baby Sham, J-Doe, Murda Mook, O.T. Genasis, PRAYAH, Rah Digga, Rampage, Spliff Star, Stove God Cooks & TRILLIAN)
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Flipmode Squad Meets the Conglomerate Busta Rhymes (Ft. Baby Sham, J-Doe, Murda Mook, O.T. Genasis, PRAYAH, Rah Digga, Rampage, Spliff Star, Stove God Cooks & TRILLIAN)

На этой странице вы найдете полный текст песни "Flipmode Squad Meets the Conglomerate" от Busta Rhymes (Ft. Baby Sham, J-Doe, Murda Mook, O.T. Genasis, PRAYAH, Rah Digga, Rampage, Spliff Star, Stove God Cooks & TRILLIAN). Lyrxo предлагает вам самый полный и точный текст этой композиции без лишних отвлекающих факторов. Узнайте все куплеты и припев, чтобы лучше понять любимую песню и насладиться ею в полной мере. Идеально для фанатов и всех, кто ценит качественную музыку.
Flipmode Squad Meets the Conglomerate - Busta Rhymes (Ft. Baby Sham, J-Doe, Murda Mook, O.T. Genasis, PRAYAH, Rah Digga, Rampage, Spliff Star, Stove God Cooks & TRILLIAN)
[Produced by DJ Scratch]

[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
DJ Scratch, you sick for this one

[Verse 1: PRAYAH]
Welcome to the cypher, you in a jail cell with all lifers
Real killers but all ill rhyme models that say, "Player
You stay with the fire like a bic lighter"
My man was a dealer, he was gettin' it, son
I kept sayin', "You need to invest in a gun"
He was buyin' all the Js and Air Force Ones
Now all I see is 'R.I.P.' on the shirts in his memory
My dope's so strong, fiends are lined just to taste it
Shoot this in your arm, and you might not make it
Police outside the door, so run around the hood naked
Keisha gave him the box for X and no bracelet
I'm deli wit' the flow, look how I murder the ink
I'm New York to the heart like a Yankee brim
The hood's like a funeral, stench like a uneral
You talk ****, I come back, give you the whole clip
You lyrically dead, shoot up your casket

[Verse 2: O.T. Genasis | J-Doe]
See? Now I don't wanna be friends with you ****
Y'all on the gram, y'all paint y'all fingers, y'all some regular ****
I'm God body, I could talk, "Like fuck the rest of y'all ****"
I make it calm and quick, sure, you get the rest, you slow ****
And when I speak a voice of many orders
I gotta get y'all dudes in order, I got you shook up, somebody call the news reporter
You **** garbage, I'm startin' this fight, it's sparkin', I'm talkin'
Like you don't want it, your time is gettin' really shorter
Like I care, homie, I be the greatest in this rap game
They like you when I split pay, they trained as a nickname
[?], oh, yeah, I like it when she spit game
I think I'm 'bout to get rid of you ****
Before I go, please don't forget, make sure you gettin' my picture
I had to write you a scription, I'm gettin' down to the bidness
And yeah, I'm vicious when I'm spinnin' each of you **** for dinner (Yuh, uh)
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