your squad with steady plans I body slam punks like superstar billy gramm *straight spittin...word is bond...flip mode squad...striaght spittin...lyrical Ass whippin...we straight spittin
t stay on no crack, but I'll sell you a track And then a nigga, headed to another photo tape Trying to walk, on the straight and narrow But the straight
(2Pac) Shit don't stop (2x) Game rules often slang to the right fools Heavy hittin' at this motherfucker's straight spittin' Diggin' deep into your brain
or doggfood they had these marks for Tre and Max fuckin off my high breakin rules you got ya P's mixed up you ain't no pimp you's a forty I spit for
gone they're gonna remember me as bein one of the livest Genuine ghetto survivors when they gain terror inside I pop in their mind, a silent killer Straight
Busta Rhymes] This is a national security alert! (Remix! Remix! Remix!) Ground Music! Flipmode! Aftermath! Here we go! (Remix! Remix! Remix!) [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes
Busta Rhymes] This is a national security alert! (REMIX! REMIX! REMIX!) Ground Music! Flipmode! Aftermath! Here we go! (REMIX! REMIX! REMIX!) [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes
about {Busta} And while I scope it out, I love the way you bounce Shake ya shit tuck in ya ass in poke it out, come on {Chorus: Busta & P. Diddy} {Busta
in the safe, check what I'm huggin Rocks the size of some shit, out in the congo My arms full, let's get the fuck out, Busta I got you {Busta Rhymes}
) Rah Digga (Rah Digga) Baby Sham (Baby Sham) Rampage (Rampage) Yeah Another Voyage nigga (Another one) {Busta Rhymes} ONE TWO THREE Come on Chorus {Busta Rhymes
Even Know What The Chorus Is Sayin Touch It -Bring It-Bay-Be Skibbity Bee Bop Busta Big Bang [Busta Rhymes:] (Get Low Busta) This My Own Song Spittin
my legs so I'm running on my hands Then I seen Prince so I clap cause I'm a big fan And straight busted my face on the street And here come the police
Kiss nigga, until it's bedtime Anything I'm on is a classic, any nigga ever had beef with, son is a bastard Anytime I spit, spit acid, L.O.X. Ruffryder
act tough the hood gets real ???? get backs, don?t get slick, i`m feelin? kinda good and gotta itch 1 more time for ya mind, here I go wit my rhyme I?
say Got a pocket full of cash and the other full of hash Straight dank all about the bong tokes Whatchu talk about the name is Dloc Everybody knows I bust
shit (yeah) bust ya glock shit (yeah) Yall just a bunch of hoes (yeah) that love to gossip (yeah) I won't waste lines (yeah) I won't waste rhymes (yeah
