DJ Clue, Desert Storm!
Yeah, Flipmode (Haha)
Busta Rhymes, Rah Digga
The Inauguration (New Busta Rhymes!)
Strike a match
Yeah, yeah, ha, ha, ha
Featuring Rah Digga!
Yeah, what, give it to me, huh, ha, yeah (Come on!)
All my niggas, where you at now, at now, at now?
What? Huh, huh, here we go, huh, huh (It's the DJ Clue!)
Now, check me (Word)
When we arrive in the spot, who the fuck you think you phasing?
We amazing and we blazing, nigga, that's why we blow shit
Every time, fully equipped for the occasion
While we dazing and we graze niggas (Come on!)
Make unique and drip 'til your body
Shrivel up, nigga, just like a raisin
Say your grace and get to praising, nigga
Flipmode be the ultimate unit, play your position while we lace it
Know your place while we disgraceing, nigga
I have a hard time with wack niggas talking
Die slow with all that weak shit you speakin' and eatin'
'Cause when we march and hotstep in the spot
Niggas love it when we leak the heat in the streets
And while we drop the most miraculous bombs
Y'all niggas ain't really dropping nothing
Rocking nothing, topping nothing (What?)
Back to y'all funny niggas talking y'all talk
Y'all niggas ain't even really copping nothing
Propping nothing, stopping nothing (Ha!)
All my niggas that be riding in trucks
Getting money, say it (Ho!), niggas (Ho!), say it (Ho!)
All my niggas that'll rep for the street
Hold it down, say it (Ho!), niggas (Ho!), what? (Ho!), I'm saying
All my niggas that'll beef with a nigga and hold it down with him
Say it, niggas, I'm saying
And to my niggas that be doing it and getting they own money
Just say it, niggas, I'm saying (DJ Clue!)
Say one for the dirty, two for hardcore
Three's for the trees stashed in my top drawer
I be coming to you live, fuck up your whole circuit
Make rappers ask theyself if this shit is even worth it
Don't really need to brag 'cause the streets'll tell
Stay tight, be polite, and she speak so well
Say "Fuck the world" whoever hate, feeling me
Campaigning through the hood like my name was Hillary (Yeah!)
The illest with the form, I'm the illest on the norm (Yeah!)
The illest on my bomb, be the illest on the song (Yeah!)
Any type who wanna yap or think they can rap
I'ma scream on motherfuckers like my name was Big Kap (Haha!)
Timberlands, sweatpants, stacks of hot dro
The dirtiest flow in magazines like Vogue
Make it hot, throw it down like them whores, you can live this
And be careful what you write 'cause I might already flip this
All my niggas that be riding on 20's (Fat Jack!)
And getting money, say it (Ho!), niggas (Ho!), say it (Ho Wildin'!)
All my niggas that'll rep for the street
And hold it down, say it (Ho!)
Niggas (Ho!), what? (Ho!), I'm saying
All my niggas that'll beef with a nigga and hold it down with him
Say it, niggas, I'm saying
And to my niggas that be doing it and getting they own money
Just say it, niggas, I'm saying (DJ Clue!)
Yo, now we don't give a fuck, we serious, nigga
We smoking trees, stacking G's, niggas, please, niggas, what now?
Music just for niggas back in they jaws
Making you freeze, better ease, get on
Your knees, niggas, what now? (Come on!)
Digga, digga, digga
Type of swing only Rah could bring
I could base your crazy rhymin' and I do my thing
Shred niggas in they dreads like white boys in Keds
Curse words and verbs going on niggas' heads
Yo, no mercy and we taking no prisoners
Pull the trigger, now we bigger, me and Digga in the spot now
Y'all motherfuckers really think you could manage
When we deliver 'cause we thicker and we sicker, what the fuck now?
Digga, digga, digga, nigga, it's just the '80s
You taking me like "if, and, maybe" (Haha!)
Crazy little lazy, sauce it up like gravy
Couldn't write a wack rhyme if a motherfucker paid me
All my niggas that be riding in trucks
Getting money, say it (Ho!), niggas (Ho!), say it (Ho!, yeah!)
All my niggas that'll rep for the street
Hold it down, say it (Ho!), niggas
Ho!), what? (Ho!), I'm saying (Uh-huh)
All my niggas that'll beef with a nigga and hold it down with him
Say it, niggas, I'm saying
And to my niggas that be doing it and getting they own money
Just say it, niggas, I'm saying
DJ Clue, Desert Storm
You know how we do things
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