Come on, yeah, ha, yeah Busta Rhymes baby, yeah, ha It's flipmode baby, yeah Come on, come on, come on We bout to 'cause a riot nigga Yeah, yeah, yeah
Come on, yea, ha, ya, Busta Rhymes baby, yea, ha It's Flipmode baby, yea, come on We bout to cause a riot nigga [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Got a lot of
: Come on, yea, ha, ya, Busta Rhymes baby, yea, ha It's Flipmode baby, yea, come on We bout to cause a riot nigga [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Got a lot
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more in one day than they will in their lives But most do respect the words I inject Kick credit for realism and the truth I project Because I could bust rhymes
won't bomb back at ya, thinkin' I'm a rapper-actor. Think I won't blast 'em? Shit: I'm always ready to bomb back on bustas. I got my gun, so test me
suck dick so I can tell All my homies, what she did She sucked and sucked and she's a bitch The homeboys laugh, everytime And then I put her in my rhyme
hands in the air while I bust a rhyme But now the chow line, y'all, was one big showtime But that's when a riot jumped off And they threw me in the box
like this Ability like this, it's like this With me, my flow, you never know what you might get Prime suspect, and I ain't hit you with half of the rhyme
? Huh, that's how I do man, that's how I do, aight For FUN, Hahahahahah, T.W.IsM. (Shaquille O'Neal) I get deeper then the fire thin Y'all wanna riot
in, but ain't no set-trippin' 'Cause it's Death Row, rollin' like the mafia Think about whoopin' some ass, but what the fuck stoppin' ya? Ain't nathin' but a buster
'm gonna yoke the choke, 'cause of the suckers I smoke Rush and crush, leave 'em in the dust Bust the bust, those scum who mess with us Only strong survive
sudden move you got bit Flooded wit the double R, real street shit Da blond hair bandit, you got gunz, hand it Turn my face when I bust a cannon 'cause
We was raised in these streets on pork and poison meat Now i recognize the beast and bare the mark of the gold teeth Puff on the rolled leaf and bust
one is complete, it captures bass Yo, I bring chaos to blocks like the riots in Watts Rapid fire shots ripple through Kevlar, 9 glocks Technique of rhyme
the crate shit Light it, light it, please don't fight it You're all invited, when we kick off the next riot Bust it, bust it, get your crops dusted Everybody
