Текст песни Match the Name With the Voice - Busta Rhymes , Flipmode Squad
Greatness,
yeah,
yeah
Aiyo,
turn
the
beat
up
a
little
bit
louder
Truck
Volume
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah
We
bout
to
play
a
lil'
game,
match
the
name
with
the
voice
So
when
you
pick
your
favorite
emcee
you
makin'
the
right
choice
So
who
are
you?
Baby
Sham,
I'm
known
for
the
crud
First
night
pops
off
with
a
couple
of
slugs
And
how
you
doin'?
You
see
what
I'm
workin'
wit,
it's
beyond
rap
Stick
to
the
fact
that
chapped
lips
get
convexed
Palm
that,
look
where
the
arm's
at,
nigga
need
to
launch
that
Now
tell
me
what
the
problem
be,
is
that
I'm
scorching
dem
To
flood
these
streets,
hot
not
partially,
cock
back
the
toast
Put
your
heart
for
free,
so
what
it
feels
like
to
hear
me
crushin'
a
beat
So
who
are
you?
The
illest
broad
Digga,
reppin'
Brick
City
If
I'm
lying
may
the
Lord
come
strike
my
left
tittie
And
how
you
doin'?
Undisputed
metaphor
rap
queen,
always
cookin'
up
some
shit
Like
mom's
a
crack
fiend,
so
what's
the
word
Strike
a
nerve
when
I'm
speakin'
Any
emcee
whether
black
or
white,
or
Puerto
Riquen
I'm
the
big
dog,
you
just
a
cat
stuck
in
a
tree
Not
one
of
y'all
cocksuckers
fuckin'
wit
me
So
who
are
we?
Got
you
gaspin'
for
air,
hot
shit
muthafuckas
Throw
your
hands
in
the
air
Watch
how
we
do
it
How
we
rep
and
yo
we
solemnly
swear
To
put
it
down
until
it's
over
and
our
time
is
up
here
So
who
are
you?
Rampage,
new
tenant,
pack
big
still
Fuck,
what
ya
heard,
I'm
ready
to
kill
And
how
you
doin'?
Day
criminal,
street
thug
material
Flipmode
imperial,
top
breakin'
officer
Fuck
around
we
warnin'
ya,
21
gun
salute
6 official
conrads,
ain't
afraid
to
shoot
Niggas
see
us,
we
got
them
shakin'
in
they
boots
Flipmode,
the
streets,
bigger
than
Bayroots
So
who
are
you?
Yeah,
Spliff
Starr,
cunt
crusher,
gun
busta
Hard-to-toucha,
one
bad
muthafucka
And
how
you
doin'?
Gangsta
bitch,
deadly
like
cancerous
I
bring
it
where
your
parents
live,
show
you
what
your
status
is
Steam
boil
your
cabbages,
I
can't
take
y'all
nigaz
faggotness
You
about
to
die,
show
him
where
his
casket
is
You
wanted
beans,
I
had
your
hood
under
siege
Guns
get
squeezed
and
bullets
hit
your
knees
So
who
are
you?
Bus
a
bus
now,
somethin'
fo'
sho'
Keep
'em
whilin'
till
somebody's
left
a
leak
on
the
flo'
And
how
you
doin'?
We've
been
awaitin'
the
God,
to
make
an
under
novel
entry
Controllin'
everything
in
the
yard
Rugged
like
General
Custard
it
seems
How
we
crush
grapefruit,
niggaz,
and
make
a
mustard
out
of
your
team
You
know
we
hotter
than
the
4th
of
July
So
sit
back
and
watch
the
fireworks
show
light
up
my
name
the
sky
So
who
are
we?
Got
you
gaspin'
for
air,
hot
shit
muthafuckas
Throw
your
hands
in
the
air
Watch
how
we
do
it
How
we
rep
and
yo
we
solemnly
swear
To
put
it
down
until
it's
over
and
our
time
is
up
here
So
who
are
you?
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