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Busta Rhymes Riot

Come on, yeah, ha, yeah Busta Rhymes baby, yeah, ha It's flipmode baby, yeah Come on, come on, come on We bout to 'cause a riot nigga Yeah, yeah, yeah

Come on, yea, ha, ya, Busta Rhymes baby, yea, ha It's Flipmode baby, yea, come on We bout to cause a riot nigga [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Got a lot of

Come on, yea, ha, ya, Busta Rhymes baby, yea, ha It's Flipmode baby, yea, come on We bout to cause a riot nigga [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Got a lot of

more in one day than they will in their lives But most do respect the words I inject Kick credit for realism and the truth I project Because I could bust rhymes

suck dick so I can tell All my homies, what she did She sucked and sucked and she's a bitch The homeboys laugh, everytime And then I put her in my rhyme

like this Ability like this, it's like this With me, my flow, you never know what you might get Prime suspect, and I ain't hit you with half of the rhyme

in, but ain't no set-trippin' 'Cause it's Death Row, rollin' like the mafia Think about whoopin' some ass, but what the fuck stoppin' ya? Ain't nathin' but a buster

sudden move you got bit Flooded wit the double R, real street shit Da blond hair bandit, you got gunz, hand it Turn my face when I bust a cannon 'cause

one is complete, it captures bass Yo, I bring chaos to blocks like the riots in Watts Rapid fire shots ripple through Kevlar, 9 glocks Technique of rhyme