Straight Spittin`

Straight Spittin`<br>Flipmode Squad<br>_The_Imperial_<br><br><Rampage><br>I`ll bust all you cats in the game for malpractice<br>I`m in Jersey, where I`m paying no taxes<br>I`ll stick your girl, Agnus<br>Flipmode bring the madness<br>Platinum status, Rampage I`m the baddest<br>Check the credit, yo you might as well dead it<br>I said it, fuck the edit, it`s uncut<br>Nigga what, it`s crunch time for me to shine<br>I`m a show you easily for me to take mines<br>Pass my nickel plated nine, call me Einstein<br>Buck a shot two times and stick you for your rhyme<br>Put you in a pine box<br>You and your whole family`s on detox<br>Hustlin crack for Reeboks<br>Holy socks, cut you with my ox<br>Rampage got the city locked<br>and your function, to the Flat Bush junction<br>Causin rambunction, watch me do you somethin<br><br><Baby Sham><br>Baby Sham on some new shit<br>New and exclusive<br>5`3", Caramel, tight grip on a four fifth<br>Leave em all stiff, blow smoke from this foul drift<br>Nigga with the 6 story, throw em off the cliff<br>As I speak the shit to put my name on the list<br>The small thug with a slug put a mark on his wrist<br>A tattoo of pyramids, puttin hollows in clips<br>Peeped your gat, jammed tight, Ross your lookin to riff (what the fuck?)<br>QB`s type shit, cause we runnin your clique<br>See me in the drop, with your six, sayin she snitched<br>But never that, cuz-o, high beam through the window <br>My lookouts move slow, they heard you never blast though<br>Got a safe in your crib, sham, you know the code<br>Search, spoke out, 3, 2, 1, that`s zero<br>Took the c notes and flip mode left on the quietest note<br>Swallowed these then cleared your throat<br>Bitch ass, you should have spoke<br><br><Busta Rhymes><br>*GIMMIE AN F*<br>Fuck the bullshit, fire my gun<br>Fly a nigga head, fuck it for fun<br>Fuck where you from<br>*GIMMIE AN L*<br>Layin on beaches, killin all leeches<br>Love to break a liar face<br>Pick up the pieces, yo<br>*GIMMIE AN I*<br>Intelligence eliminates all irrelavance<br>Icon of immaculate rhyme common sense<br>*GIMMIE A P*<br>Powerful professional <br>Poppin my pistol<br>Make a pack of people paranoid like 20 pitbulls<br>*GIMMIE AN M*<br>Master of all missions<br>Maker of decisions<br>Head on collisions<br>Massacre the meat rack, ask the women<br>*GIMMIE AN O*<br>Got niggas open, open heart surgery<br>Rhyme so official, overthrow governments<br>Shit is nursery<br>*GIMMIE A D*<br>Diggin my dick all inside your chick<br>Dominate the heavyweight division<br>Rhymin district<br>*GIMMIE AN E*<br>Everlasting slang<br>Eternal ebonics<br>Lyrical e-mail<br>Stabalize livin in all my economics<br>*SQUAD* <br>Group of men, women<br>Unified force<br>Squadron<br>Movin like one in unison<br>Beg your pardon<br><br><Rah Digga><br>What they call me<br>A hundred on a Harley<br>Out of nowhere, and keep you surfin like Brawley(sp?)<br>Narley! I`m the bitch with the pistol<br>Woody Woodpecker or L.L. at the Bristol<br>Official stand, hold it down in Trent<br>Then link up at the tunnel with the rest of my camp<br>Paper like Meade, I`m in the mix like Speed<br>And be screamin on the mic till my tonsils bleed<br>Yeah that`s the way it is<br>Like when a kid get chirstened<br>Like comin to the bricks to find your whip missin<br>Rockin uptown, on down to west Howston<br>Houston, peace to my bitches that`s boostin <br>After juicin, I`m a straight black ball a rapper<br>Tap a nigga`s nerves like them hackers<br>Be goin on the modem, I get the call from the dispatcher<br>Then show them mother f`ers what I`m after<br><br><Spliff Starr><br>Yo I back slap a wack mc for trying to be<br>Something he not, pull his card, blow up his spot<br>Nigga talkin bout murder but ain`t committin one<br>Niggas talkin bout gats but ain`t bustin one<br>Yo, I see you in the (?) portayin like you a thug<br>Yea, your man got a gatt, but he ain`t bustin no slug<br>You<br>You`s a local black spokesman, I split your front open<br>Viscious knife wound, fucked up like Ron Goldman<br>Spliff, I spit, fully equipped for any bullshit<br>Grew up with the bad and ugly, quick to pull shit<br>Ignorant, vulgar, on your taperecorder<br>Idol to your son and probably lover to your daughter<br>Fatman son, wilted grandson, (?) nephew, Frank the cousin<br><br>--MORE--(82%) <br>*Uh huh, one more time, uh huh, Spliff, come on*<br>Bust my gun, like Columbians<br>Make niggas colapse like fucked up lungs<br><br><Lord Have Mercy><br>Better obey the laws of the land<br>Or lay still like soldiers of fortune in Nam<br>Closed coffin with flags folded in half<br>Triangular shape, blow out the candles with grace<br>For fabulous tastes, some will, battle for space<br>Pay the ultimate price, poltergeist<br>Put the holy ghost in your life, bring you closer to Christ<br>Focus your dice, when the vulture`s in flight<br>Resculpture the mic, then smash heads like the opium bite<br>Prophet in vein, Metropolis claim body and soul<br>ID`s controlled in the optical frame<br>Never stoppin the game<br>Remove your squad with steady plans<br>I body slam punks like Superstar Billy Gramm<br><br>*Straight spittin...word is bond...Flip Mode Squad...Striaght Spittin...Lyrical<br>Ass Whippin...We straight Spittin....*