paroles de chanson Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad - Busta Rhymes feat. Jamal, Redman, Keith Murray, Rampage the Last Boy Scout & Lord Have Mercy
(Feat.
Flipmode
Squad,
Def
Squad)
[Verse
One:
Jamal]
Taking
you
to
the
other
terrain,
we
mash
strictly
for
the
cream
Here
to
kill
your
whole
scene
and
your
motherfuckin
team
Little
'Mal,
the
raw
dawg,
I
know
you
heard
of
me
You
probably
know
some
bitch
niggaz
who
wanna
murder
me
Busta
Reggie
Murray
Ramp
and
Mercy's
all
we
need
for
disaster
For
me
the
microphone
master
Look,
I
crash
ya,
bash
ya
skull
Fucky
with
Mally
G
if
you're
trying
to
take
a
fall
Niggaz
talk
about
killin
and
never
get
to
it
Fuck
the
yappin,
be
true
to
it,
do
it
Steady
scream
about
your
East
and
your
West
side
But
you
ain't
in
it
when
it
comes
to
the
homicide
Niggaz
better
get
up
off
that
bullshit
quick
Caught
up
in
the
limelight
gettin
way
too
slick
See
em
at
the
shows
bout
to
rock
they
shit
off
Gettin
they
peeps
fucked
up
cause
they
block
is
soft
As
for
terror,
I
sever
the
best
of
MC's
Look,
little
Mally
G
trippin
off
these
indo
trees
About
to
murder
label's
jerkin
but
mercy
us
Def
Squad
niggaz
prophesize
like
the
Perseus
Droppin
degrees
to
zero
with
flatlines
Kill
your
whole
entourage
off
with
just
one
rhyme
One
rhyme...
one
rhyme...
just
one
rhyme
I
don't
give
a
fuck
I
kill
em
with
just
one
rhyme
Woo,
hah,
heh,
yahah,
you
wish
that
you
could
get
with
this
Terrorist,
lyricist,
for
your
era
it's
My
time
to
shine
and
I'm
still
payin
dues
And
I'ma
be
famous
on
either
rap
or
the
news,
motherfucker
I
only
tell
you
nothin
but
the
real
it's
Tight
up
in
the
struggle
tryin
to
get
this
fuckin
meal,
why?
Niggaz
act
shifty
so
I
shift
a
long
Three
tri
three
chrome,
it's
the
same
ol
song
I
seen
the
shades
and
the
suedes
from
afar
Pah
But
hold
up
do
you
know
who
I
are?
The
M-A-Double,
you
want
trouble
you
got
it
the
spot
is
on
You
blot
it
I
got
it
then
shot
it
it's
hot
up
in
your
dome
Peace
with
the
chrome
piece
that
I
pack
Remember
fuck
around
and
catch
a
Mack
to
your
back
[Verse
Two:
Redman]
Who
the
fuck
I
be
I,
you
cannot
see
I
Flabbergasted,
blasted,
my
Magnum
P.I.
Oops
I
lie,
I
got
a
cannon
bout
the
size
of
Grand
Canyon
I'm
prime
time,
giving
MC's
Knots
Landing
Duck,
heavens
to
fuckin
Merkatroid
I
drop
noise
that
employs
the
unbelievable
Recline
like
receding
hairline,
crime
speaks
fine
With
a
nine
pull
line
blind
keep
mines
up
my
sleeve
until
You
start
to
quiver,
metabolism
splits
rivers
I
rock
so
many
broads
I
leave
your
entourage
tender
Like
bartenders
mix
liquor
I
serve
you
over
the
rocks,
I
feed
you
to
my
flock,
now
time
to
click
triggers
Manslaughter
in
alphabetical
order
for
four
quarters
Raw
water
turn
sons
to
grandaughters
Ah
ha
ha
ha
ha!
I
bring
trouble
where,
you
sleep
So
I
double
dare
to
bust
you
in
your
bubble
bear,
coat
Antidotes
cause
gunsmoke
in
Tokyo
MC's
dosey
do
your
mics
up
in
this
rodeo
My
star
roast
em
up
by
the
thousands,
millions,
quadrillions
Shuttin
down
national
state
buildings
with
high
ceilings
Funk
Doc
to
the
spot
freeze
Creepin
on
MC's
like
Vietnamese
in
army
fatigues
Def
Squad
representer
Hit
yo'
ass
up
from
the
bottom
when
you
enter
[Verse
Three:
Keith
Murray]
Hey
yo
once
a
crack
head,
always
a
tack
head
You
have
no
craftibility
all
that
shit
you
talk
is
dead
As
sex
drugs
and
violence,
balance
the
scales
of
reality
Y'all
don't
want
no
parts
of
Keith
Murray
I'm
nicety
and
sheisty,
I
get
that
ass
iced
deliciously
Niggaz
ain't
shit
to
me
(word
up)
You
stupid
niggaz
always
got
somethin
smart
to
say
And
probably
can't
even
spell
TWA
My
crew
is
like
police
pull
up
and
park
anywhere
(ERRRRR)
Jump
out
and
get
it
on
right
then
and
there
(whassup
whassup?)
Niggaz
is
pussy
and
ways
and
actions
show
it
Most
of
y'all
niggaz
dead,
and
don't
even
know
it
And
Def
Squad
L.O.D.
for
life
(word
up,
yeah
fuck
your
life)
Act
trife
I'll
let
my
dog
cold
fuck
your
wife
[Interlude:
Announcer]
Aiyyo,
you
just
heard
the
sounds
of
Mally
G
Redman,
Keith
Murray,
bringin
the
ruckus,
the
Def
Squad
Next
up
is
the
Flipmode
Squad,
this
is
Howard
Cossell
First
up
to
the
ring
Rampage
the
Last
Boy
Scout
Lord
Have
Mercy
For,
and
the
In-fer-mous
Busta
Rhymes
[Verse
Four:
Rampage]
Two
one
two,
I'm
living
life
as
a
rugged
MC
When
I
step
up
in
your
jam
yo
I'm
V.I.P.
Niggaz
and
bitches
be
eyein
me
I'm
spontaneous,
I'm
wreckin
brothers
out
the
frame
Because
I'm
dangerous
I'm
well
known
like
Keith
Murray
and
my
boy
Reggie
Noble
Chickenheads
get
gassed,
so
they
call
me
on
my
mobile
*beeping*
I'm
great
distance
like
AT&T
I
stroke
like
a
butterfly,
sting
like
a
bee
Yo
I
Fades
Them
All
like
my
man
Mally
G
Whip
a
nigga
ass
for
free
And
makin
sure
he
see
visions
of
me
Rampage
the
talk
of
the
town
The
stalker
of
New
York
that
fucks
up
the
underground
(no
doubt)
I'm
comin
thorough
like
a
pack
of
Life
Savers
Ask
Marley
Marl
who's
the
real
Future
Flavors
My
technique
I
freak
seven
days
a
week
I'm
undefeated,
you
can
see
my
Quantum
Leap
I'm
hittin
brothers
where
it
hurt,
lyrical
expert
Those
who
got
no
publishing
they
need
to
get
jerked
(no
doubt)
A
hundred
percent,
I
gets
down
what
I
invent
Rap
artists
be
dying
to
a
certain
extent
Sometimes
they
use
the
underground
to
make
a
comeback
That
shit
is
wack,
fade
away
and
never
come
back
[Verse
Five:
Lord
Have
Mercy]
For
now
and
forever,
it's
the,
evil
that
men
do
Mental,
my
inner
center
Winter
Frosted
froze
crews
inventor,
inventor
Invader,
evacuate
I
collapse
your
major
Straights
and
lose
minds
You're
splits
two
times,
for
intruders,
for
these
losers
My
maneuvers,
drop
like
lugers
Illegal,
maybe
Lethal,
like
Gibson's
Splittin
blessings,
with
three
Weapons
Lay
in
the
cut
like
C-Sections,
infestin
the
nine-six
For
you
mindless,
niggaz
I
smack
spineless
Or
lay
back
like
recliners,
as
inject
jewels
As
flesh,
moves,
when
in
vaginas,
oooh,
oooh
ooh
ooh
Corrupt
your
minors,
like
New
York
City's
finest
Lineups,
on
LSD
fine
fust,
in
your
sinus
Crush
like
chinas,
opiuMC
grinders
My
dust,
these
rhymers
I
hijack
like
airliners
The
infiltrator,
creator,
I'm
sinful
Papers
stay
viscous
like
religious
cults
Leaders
that
drop
scriptures,
and
rock
clips
or
assault
heaters
My
Flipmode
niggaz,
we're
like
Afghanistan
guerillas
[Verse
Six:
Busta
Rhymes]
If
you
want
more
information
look
listen
and
read
While
I
sit
back
and
I
roll
another
fat
bag
of
weed
We
about
to
take
control
of
your
set
like
cruise
control
speed
Satisfy
my
lyrical
semen,
plants
my
Johnny
Apple-seed
Mental
slave
grip
on
your
brain
like
white
people
My
music
will
dominate
the
population
like
black
people
Utilize
my
efforts
to
execersize
my
inner
thoughts
I
capitalize
on
my
many
and
various
styles
of
all
sorts
Hold
down
the
forts
smokin
drinkin
mad
quarts
For
sports
talk
to
chickenheads
in
botty
lik
shorts
Let's
get
the
cream
so
that
we
can
move
up
in
this
fortress
Bounce
to
art
galleries
and
purchase
exotic
portraits
Here
we
go
again,
another
phenomenon
when
I
get
on
Busta
Rhymes
and
my
nigga
named
Stretch
Armstrong
We
represent
the
ultimate
unit
for
the
nine-season
Flipmode
Squad
will
bust
your
shit
for
even
the
wrong
reasons
Chaotic
sample
make
a
nigga
wanna
get
down
Till
they
come
through
like
the
ATF
and
shut
your
shit
down
Alcohol
tobacco
and
firearms
is
how
we
movin
Raw
rapid
fire
flows
while
the
music
keeps
you
niggaz
groovin
I
don't
know
who
the
fuck
you
really
think
you
foolin
You're
so
far
from
up
to
par
and
your
shit
needs
improvin
From
your
conversation
the
way
you
come
across
your
shit
is
off
Malfunctionin
my
nigga
you
about
to
feel
the
real
force
Lay
you
on
your
face
while
I
beat
you
up
your
head
with
the
holy
cross
Exotic
niggaz
blastin
off
to
the
Land
of
the
Lost
If
you
can't
see
this
I
recommend
some
school
for
the
blind
by
Helen
Keller
Big
ups
to
Lord
Have
Mercy,
Rampage
and
the
Cella
Dwellas
Redman
and
the
Rockafellas
Big
ups
to
Mally
G,
Keith
Murray
sunny
days
and
bad
weathers
But
still
we
travel
the
world
like
National
Lampoon
It's
Busta
Rhymes
for
the
whole
entire
ninety-six
SO
STAY
TUNED!
Hahahahahahahahah
Flipmode
COMPLETELY
getting
inside
that
ass
Def
Squad,
respek
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