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Busta Rhymes When Disaster Strikes

Hey, another one of them Flipmode joints Busta rhymes y'all, word mother y'all, check it out, y'all Just swing to the left, swing to the right Make ya

Ah, yeah, Flipmode Here we come, bout to fuckin' explode Flipmode, Busta bust Nine seven, hot shit, check it out Hit you with no delayin' so what you

this before So hardcore like Gwackjaw McGraw Fuck what you heard you ain't heard this before Ha, yo I come right through the door With rhymes galore Busta Rhymes

have mercy, Busta Rhymes Flipmode Trilogy A yo, we ain't familiar at all nigga Don't like, go grab your gat and lets brawl at hall nigga Straight fallin' when

ya plan malfunction Sit cha ass down, hey Bouncin' out ta flushin' Check extra P by the boom weed from a Russian I remember, when I used ta rhyme for

Huh, yeah, fuck that, Niggas go out to get it, Niggas is out there holding until I see niggas, Niggas is out there holding, Starving nigga, fuck that,

backseats with the chrome nods I'm here to bust mine nigga frat child, let his brain fry Pretty boy sliced up philly contact from his red eye You failed to realize when

your whole ass till you twist your waistline Y'all know the time, hey yo feel the base line Stack the overdrive, bounce, baby feel the incline So geniune, everytime, Busta

1997 When Disaster Strikes, you will all feel {in background:} "Tra-la-la-la-lah" {4X} When Disaster Strikes, you will all see When Disaster Strikes,