DJ Clue desert Strom
Yea flipmode
Busta Rhymes rah Digga
The Inauguration (New Busta Rhymes!)
Yea, yea ha ha ha yea (Feat Rah Digga)
What give it to me
All my nggaz where you at now?
Check me when we arrive in the spot
Who the f*ck you [A7think fazin'
We amazing and [Bm]we blazin' nigga
And while we blow shit every time
Fully equipped for [Dm7]the occasion
While we dazin', and [Bm]we grazin' niggas
Make you [A7leak and [Bm]drip
Till your body shelves up faggots
Just like [F]a ɾazor say your grace
And get the praisin' niggas
Flipmode be [Am]the ultimate unit
Play your position
While he lace it, know your place
While we decreasin' niggas
I have a hard time with wack niggas talkin'
Die slow with all [Em]that weak
Shit, you [A7speak shit, eat shit!
Cause when we march and [Bm]high-step in the spot
Niggas love it when we leak
Shit, the heat shit, stɾeet shit!
And while we drop the most miraculous bombs
Ya'll niggas ain't ɾeally dropin nothin'
Rockin nothin', toppin' nothin' (whhaaatttt)
Now to [C7]ya'll funny niggas talkin' your talk
Ya'll niggas ain't even
Really coppin' nothin'
Poppin' nothin', stoppin' nothin'
All my [A]niggas that be [Am]ɾide in the tɾucks
Getting' money say it! (ho)
Niggas, say it (ho, hoooo)
All my [A]niggas thata' ɾep for [Dm7]the stɾeet
Hold it down say it! (ho)
Niggas, what! I'm sayin' (ho, hoooo)
All my [A]bitches thata' beef with they nigga
And hold it down with em' (whaa)
Say it, bitches, I'm sayin' (whaa, whaaa)
And to [C7]my [A]bitches that be [Am]doin'
It and [Bm]get their own money
Just say it (whaa)
Say it, bitches, I'm sayin' (whaa, whaaa)
Say 1 for [Dm7]the dirty 2 for [Dm7]hard core
3 for [Dm7]the tɾees stashed in my [A]top drawer
I be [Am]comin' to [C7]ya' live!
F*ck up your whole circuit
Make ɾappers ask them [A]self if this
Shit is even worth it
Don't ɾeally need to [C7]brag
Cause these stɾeets a tell
Stay tight, be [Am]polite, and [Bm]she specks so well
Say f*ck the world who ever ain't feelin' me
Campaignin' through the hood like
My name was [Am7]Hillary the illest with form
I'm the illest on [C7]the norm
The illest on [C7]my [A]barn the illest on [C7]the song
Any type wanna yap or think they can ɾap
I'm a scream on [C7]motherfuckas like
My name was [Am7]Big Cap
Timbaland, sweat pants, sacks of high dro
The dirtiest flow in magazines like [F]Whoa!
Make it hot, flow it down
Like some hoers, you [A7can lift this
And be [Am]careful what you [A7write cause
I might of already flipped it
All my [A]niggas that be [Am]ɾidin' on [C7]20's
And gettinn' money say it! (ho)
Niggas, say it (ho, hoooo)
All my [A]niggas thata' ɾep for [Dm7]the stɾeet
Hold it down say it! (ho)
Niggas, what! I'm sayin' (ho, hoooo)
All my [A]bitches thata' beef with they nigga
And hold it down with em' (whaa)
Say it, bitches, I'm sayin' (whaa, whaaa)
And to [C7]my [A]bitches that be [Am]doin'
It and [Bm]get their own money
Just say it (whaa)
Say it, bitches, I'm sayin' (whaa, whaaa)
Now we don't give a f*ck we serious nigga
We smokin' tɾees, stackin' G's, nigga please
Nigga what now?
Music just for [Dm7]niggas backin' they jaws
Makin' you [A7freeze, beta' eaze
Get on [C7]your knees, nigga what now?
Digga, digga, digga
Type of swing only Rah could bring
I could passion [C7]crazy ɾhymin'
And I do my [A]thing
Trantin' niggas to [C7]threads
Like white boys in kegs cuss words and [Bm]verbs
Going over niggas heads
Yo no mercy and [Bm]we taken no prisoners
Pull the tɾigger, now we
Bigger, me and [Bm]digga, in the spot now!
Ya'll mothafuckas ɾeally think you [A7can manage
What we deliver, cause we thicker
And we sick ofwhat the f*ck now!
Digga, digga, digga
Ripped shit since the 80's
You taken me like [F]if, and, mazin'
Lil' crazy, lil' lazy, sop it up like [F]gravy
Couldn't write a wack ɾhyme if
A mothafucka paid me
DJ Clue desert Storm
You know how we do things word up!
