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Straight
Flipmode

I'll bust all you in the game for malpractice
I'm in jersey, I'm paying no taxes
I'll stick your girl,
Flipmode the madness
Platinum status, I'm the baddest
Check the credit, yo you as well dead it
I said it, fuck the edit, it's
Nigga what, it's time for me to shine
I'm a show you easily for me to take
Pass my nickel plated nine, me einstein
Buck a two times and stick you for your rhyme
Put you in a box
You and your whole on detox
Hustlin crack for
socks, cut you with my ox
Rampage got the city
And your function, to the flat junction
Causin rambunction, watch me do you

sham>
Baby sham on some new
New and
5'3", caramel, tight grip on a four
Leave em all stiff, blow smoke this foul drift
Nigga with the 6 story, throw em off the
As I speak the to put my name on the list
The small with a slug put a mark on his wrist
A of pyramids, puttin hollows in clips
Peeped your gat, jammed tight, ross your lookin to (what the fuck? )
Qb's type shit, cause we runnin your
See me in the drop, with your six, she snitched
But that, 'cause-o, high beam through the window
My lookouts move slow, heard you never blast though
Got a in your crib, sham, you know the code
Search, out, 3, 2, 1, that's zero
Took the c notes and flip mode left on the note
Swallowed these then cleared your
Bitch ass, you should have

rhymes>
an f*
Fuck the bullshit, my gun
Fly a nigga head, it for fun
Fuck where you
an l*
Layin on beaches, killin all
Love to a liar face
up the pieces, yo
an i*
Intelligence all irrelavance
Icon of rhyme common sense
a p*
Powerful
my pistol
Make a pack of people paranoid 20 pitbulls
an m*
Master of all
of decisions
Head on
Massacre the rack, ask the women
an o*
Got open, open heart surgery
Rhyme so official, overthrow
Shit is
a d*
Diggin my dick all your chick
Dominate the heavyweight
district
an e*
Everlasting
Eternal
Lyrical
Stabalize in all my economics

Group of men,
Unified

Movin like one in
Beg pardon

Yo I slap a wack mc for trying to be
Something he not, pull his card, blow up his
Nigga talkin bout murder but ain't one
Niggas talkin bout but ain't bustin one
Yo, I see you in the (? ) portayin like you a
Yea, man got a gatt, but he ain't bustin no slug
You
You's a local black spokesman, I split your front
knife wound, fucked up like ron goldman
Spliff, I spit, equipped for any bullshit
Grew up with the bad and ugly, quick to pull
Ignorant, vulgar, on your
Idol to your son and probably lover to daughter
Fatman son, wilted grandson, (? ) nephew, frank the

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*uh huh, one time, uh huh, spliff, come on*
my gun, like columbians
Make niggas like fucked up lungs

obey the laws of the land
Or lay still soldiers of fortune in nam
Closed with flags folded in half
Triangular shape, blow out the candles with
For tastes, some will, battle for space
Pay the ultimate price,
Put the ghost in your life, bring you closer to christ
Focus your dice, the vulture's in flight
Resculpture the mic, then smash like the opium bite
in vein, metropolis claim body and soul
Id's controlled in the optical
Never stoppin the
your squad with steady plans
I body slam punks superstar billy gramm

spittin...word is bond...flip mode squad...striaght spittin...lyrical
Ass whippin...we spittin....*