Busta]

Baby Sham...

Rah Digga...

Spliff Star...

Flipmode...

In ya face...

U wanna battle

[Spliff Star]

Yo Yo Yo! It's my time to shine and I'm a shine bright

Terrorize the mic get the crowd height. Make em want to fight

You see the ryhmes I construct. The flows I conduct (say what)

It messed up the body like somebody got buck Pluck a word

I laze it down flat like a door mat (get down)

In every state wherever I toured at.

?bliff my spliff nuttin bubble? Da what, Da undesputed

Counting traps, taking trip out the cacilac.

Smokin' quan-quan. Chill wit wild chics in the Montreaon

Cracking da many bar, for the hell. Grap a Avreon

Mink Spliff, be the illest tailor of my fashion

The hell what people think. Watch a brother turn platinum

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[Busta]

Ya'll people people wanna get down. Ya sucker wanna battle

A what Ya'll wannna do. Na cha cha cha cha cha

Ya'll people people wanna get down. Ya sucker wanna battle

A what Ya'll wannna do. Na cha cha cha cha cha

Ya'll people people wanna get down. Na cha cha cha cha cha

Ya sucker wanna battle. Na cha cha cha cha cha

A what Ya'll wannna do. Na cha cha cha cha cha

Na cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha

[Rah Digga]

Digga, Digga. first name Rahshea

Sweetest person, had no idea

Just like that honey flipped three times

Wit nickles and dime staking ryhmes by the eon

Situation around the way with my women

Looking spiffy wit the vendi type linen

Tote'n herbals, we got papers like staples

Marla Marples, didn't think I could take you

Confrontation, now rappers wanna run up

Trying to flex muscle on a shorty tring to come up (pssss!)

Ryhmes hotter than concrete statues in Eygpt

Roll em all out like they parapilegic

Boy--I got lyrics for the brain

You faker than them new heads calling me by my nickname

I shatter a ego quick. I be that chick

The wrong people gonna be round to see that shhhhhh!

Chorus

[Baby Sham]

Get the royal blue nab (nab), and swing my way (way)

On some real party type if you hold your way (way)

I can hold mine. You wanna battle--blow some lines (lines)

Rocks gleam on the top of my wrist. You want this

Be the same dude that hop on the pubic splits (ugh)

Can't hold this jealous cause ya shorty want this

You lady blacked out in front of my crib. Her man staked out

On the rare the cloud sh...shut your mouth

What you chap out the same word. Been on for ?chriz?

The style got you twist up walk wit face ice grilled up

Some kat pulled up in a black surburb

Let me move first so I can pulled my truck to the curb

Ya moves slow get bashed in from Q.B. to Aspen

I'm short for reason. You spoke and should have passed that

Don't ask my age cause the world made me like that

Blow a whole in this place as soon as my bomb contact

Chorus

[still Busta]

Yeah, Rah Digga, Sliff Star, Baby Sham, Flipmode Squad