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Busta Rhymes - Against All Odds (feat. Flipmode Squad) Lyrics

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  • Featuring Flipmode Squad]
  • Baby Sham:
  • Ay Yo
  • Balls your pencils
  • As hollow tips get in you
  • Bots cutting to slice your face you
  • Rhymes is natural
  • Hold two lives and four wives
  • Up in the crack capsule
  • Flipmode cruddy styles has been past you
  • Rush pass
  • You couldn't touch cash
  • If it was under your nose
  • Like a mustache
  • Nigga
  • What ass
  • Show your whole cheek
  • Slugs with no heat
  • Diamonds that don't break
  • You thugs is so sweet
  • Rampage:
  • I flow so much I can see sick
  • Flipmode is the squad who I bees with
  • Who I get plucks with
  • And push German V's with
  • Rampage I'm psychic I can see shit
  • To the next millenium
  • You not gon be shit
  • Scratch your name off the list
  • Cut your wrist
  • You know the issue
  • I'm official
  • When you die none of your niggas is really gon miss you
  • Chorus:
  • FLIPMODE SQUAD
  • Here to drop bombs
  • AGAINST ALL ODDS
  • Still remain gods
  • GRIP YOUR ARM
  • We always come hard
  • THE WORLD IS OURS
  • Call a National Guard
  • Rah Digga:
  • Here we go
  • Any ***** that rhyme wanna flex she ass
  • I'm stomping all things like I'm plexi-glass
  • Niggas make way like when they hear sorry's
  • Treat you like park and too close to fire hydrants
  • All up in the board
  • Kicking back long islands
  • Get your wig split first solid defiance
  • Rah
  • Earth and sun in this Imperial alliance
  • You do the science
  • Spliff Star:
  • I'm getting money shitting
  • Turn intruders into vixens
  • Fall off
  • Beeper uh-uh
  • Niggas stay getting
  • Dirty nigga for life
  • That's how Spliff's living
  • Throwing niggas in caskets
  • Tired of a yellow ribbons
  • I buck my duck
  • If you touch my one
  • Rather Jamaican than belly boy make you people for fun
  • Fact my son
  • Street educated
  • The colonel of ghetto jurors
  • Still thug related
  • Chorus:
  • Lord Have Mercy:
  • We enemies of three strike felony laws
  • Gorilla dicking
  • K-Y jelly for whores
  • Lapdances
  • Trap grands without laws
  • My baby moms
  • Three eighty for your arms
  • That bust with loud force
  • The ghetto with us
  • That bang makaveli and trucks
  • That whatever the ***** to give a cheddar in chunks
  • Who gazey chase
  • Fake thugs with lazy aid
  • Track marks
  • Rap stars
  • And a rain of aids
  • Busta Rhymes:
  • Yo
  • What you want from us
  • Now visualize more of us
  • Stay toting under my given flavor from Nauticas
  • Destroy every arch rival or any challenger
  • Make you remember this day
  • Nigga mark it on your calendar
  • I'm showing you something
  • You ain't saying nothing
  • My niggas make noise
  • Like a bunch of volcanoes erupting
  • None of y'all niggas really wanna war
  • The type of nigga to crack my plane in your building
  • In the name of the law
  • Chorus

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