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  • Hot fudge
  • Hot shit makin ya bounce
  • How much we grew
  • I know what you want
  • Ill vibe
  • Intro - there is only one year left
  • It ain't safe no more
  • It's a party
  • It's all good
  • Iz they wildin wit us & getting rowdy
  • Just give it to me raw
  • Keep it movin
  • Keepin it tight
  • Like humans do
  • Live it up
  • Make it clap
  • Make it hurt
  • Make noise
  • Match the name with the voice
  • Neighborhood
  • On your marks get set ready go
  • One
  • Party is goin on over here
  • Put your hands where my eyes could see
  • Ready for war
  • Rhymes galore
  • Riot
  • Salute da gods
  • Show me what you got
  • Shut em down 2002
  • So hardcore
  • Still shining
  • Street shit
  • Struttin like A G.O.D.
  • Survival hungry
  • Take it off
  • Taste it
  • Tear da roof off
  • The accident
  • The great intoxication
  • The heist
  • The moment of conception
  • the revolution
  • The struggle will be lost
  • The whole world lookin at me
  • There's not a problem my squad can't fix
  • There's only one
  • This means war
  • Together
  • Truck volume
  • UB Jesus
  • We could take it outside
  • Woohah
  • Theres not a problem my squad cant fix


    Come on, yeah
    Villain, come on
    Aiight, I got this side right here
    Take the side right there
    Gonna do this, Busta bust
    Come on, aiight
    Come on
    Verse 1:
    Pause, to the wall
    With the dirty dog, will rap ya'll
    If you aint with the bike, crotch
    Till I break your jaw
    Been tryin to knock us
    Tryin to kill or stop us
    Jack or pop us
    Busta bust, they fakin
    The cake is for the takin
    Why they run in their face?
    I'm lettin the plan bake
    Formulate, now look at the plot
    We got more and more shit that's hot
    Show the rock, spot, clock or knock
    Nigga da hole pot, ready or not?
    We coming, natchin every number
    With your hoe in da Benz o, dumba like a motherfucker
    (Busta comes in)
    Verse 2:
    You can be my lady
    You can even be my lolli pop sucka
    The road long coming like the mad trucka
    Lot of jealous niggas lookin funnier than Chris Tucker
    God bless, oh yes
    I stay fresh, full of finesse
    My congress, show progress
    Stylist, hit you with tha shit to digest
    And this rhyme shit we be some of the world's finest
    Your highness
    Leaving corny niggas spineless
    Attack it with the classic rhyme flow timeless ( Ha Ha )
    Chorus:
    Not a problem my squad can't fix
    We can do it in the mix
    When your niggas talk trash
    Your forget to bust ass
    Cause you know we don't fuck around
    When your niggas talk shit
    Lay ya six feet under ground
    Ground, gro, gro, gro, gro
    When your niggas talk shit
    Lay ya six feet under ground
    Ground, gro, gro, gro, gro
    Verse 3:
    This is how we ride
    Throw your hands from side to side
    It's party time
    And don't forget to get yours
    Cause I'm a get mine (Who dat?)
    The villain
    Till I'm peelin a million
    Ridin dirty
    And bustin like thirty thirty
    Till when I get in
    Knowin that the shit is fucked
    I'm still here to win
    Chedda
    If you aint a pilot than I think you better
    Hang a little
    What you got?
    A sweater man
    My niggam y life so cut like Kain
    Real raw
    Ya'll don't know shit about Jamal
    Or what I'm in it for
    Cash cards, fly whores and tours
    Fillin my plate with no mess to no limits
    The mother once in it
    Has since froze frigid
    Ballers and gimicks
    Dick lickin
    Chasin chickens
    I match for the cash with the clickin
    Grippin sho'
    Then I'm dippin
    Into whippin
    High trippin
    Verse 4:
    Why you niggas hopping and skipping
    I stick to clippin
    Yo, accelerate on the gas
    Move fast, blast!
    Find a nigga foot in your ass
    Colorful niggas let's keep the whole contrast
    Flipmode is tha squad a news flash, bustin shit up
    What the fuck? Nigga get up
    Violate, niggas get their whole shit lit up
    Break fool, niggas know the rules
    Rap jewels, champagne bath, no more, we in the pool
    Nigga caught a motherfuckin strain on the brain
    Ridin on the train
    I'm a whip a Benz in tha rain
    Oversize click, on the rise
    So realize
    We be dem niggas that eat up all you funny little small fries
    The franchise
    Flipmode damagin all you fall guys
    Yo I'm tired of niggas they full of true lies
    No time
    We got the right surprise
    Need a new beginning
    Need to get a baptise
    You need to get a baptise
    Word is bond
    Chorus
    Just party to tha shit like this come on
    Just bounce to tha muthafuckin beat come on
    Niggas don't know my brand new song come on
    Hear me out ya'll uh
    Feel my shit
    Come on bounce
    What the fuck?


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