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Artiste:BUSTA RHYMES
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Album:Miscellaneous
Titre:Against All Odds(feat. Flipmode Squad
 
Date d'ajout:18/10/2007
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Paroles:[Baby Sham]

Aiyyo, 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 float so much I get seasick

Flipmode is the Squad who I beez 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 bitch that rhyme wanna flex she

ass

I'm stomping all things like I'm plexi-glass

Niggas make way like when they hear

sirens

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

Fat Man's 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 in trucks

That whatever the fuck 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 crash my plane in your building

In the name

of the law



[Chorus]
 
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5.   Turn It Up Fire It Up
6.   Cha Cha Cha
7.   We Got What You Want
8.   Fuck That (Get Off My Block Interlude)
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