Hit Em Wit Da Heat Lyrics - Flipmode Squad

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[Featuring Busta Rhymes Rampage Lord Have Mercy Spliff Star Rah
Dig]
Yeah Luitenent what!
Yeah muthafucka it´s Flipmode
yeah yeah spliff check it out
Rampage Verse
Grab my big ill xxxx back in the days
Rockin' shows tow they leaders with rags for my waves
Flipmode be the union now i´m playin' for the Braves
I´m hardcore nigga that´s straight from the gutter (gutter)
I used to play celli plus i piece and butta
Now im the nigga that´s runnin' in your baby motha
Buggin' me out, you can call me grand lova!
And now im rubbin toppin' ????? with my Luisville straga
-Baby Sham Verse-
My Squad is sick (uh) niggas who pop xxxx get pistoled whipped (what)
Get your wig pushedback (what), I react and snap like Kodak, these
cats get the picture (what)
Put on level black suade tens and come and get ya (yeah)
My target is to beat ya, we all spore hoods like grim reapers
these shine in the dark blink of an eye the last spark
Get closed up first thug nigga hold up 21st side see me rounding it up
Chorus
See when we come through we got nuf xxxx to floss
Got u feelin' it and your cousin even your aunt
violate, we coming like ghost we gonna haunt
Hit you with the heat is that what you really want?
What you really want is that what you really want?
We hit you with the heat is that what you really want?
What you really want is that what you really want?
we hit you with the heat is that what you really want?
-Spliff Star Verse-
Y'all niggas wanna test my squad I doubt it doubt it
All that dirty talk gun talk you talkin' 'bout it 'bout it (what)
Nigga feel my vibe niggas see my vision (say what)
(Be y p?) nigga play your position
I xxxx up this game and make the ref' blow the whistle (phwiih)
My squad be the official, cliq in this rap xxxx
This be on the record and watch you get your xxx kicked
Get´s me on turn (chab?) flickin blood ashes
(Rah Digga)
?????? thinkin I can´t rock butters (yeah)
Wont take xxxx without no type floders (huh)
Hectic, Rah on a ill dilection
The memorys harder then girls in our section
Ready to stay la smoother then ?????
Checkin' out niggas then all (awey?) son (yeah)
Mahfuckas, black Al Seasers
Hope the xxxx reasomay stady increases
Chorus
-Lord Have Mercy Verse-
Sing high, sing high new sheriff in town rock americas crown and hang
'em high
Thinkin a fist full (brenershing pistol?), pearl handels whit the
family initials
A uh!, 24 carat gold varios slow
A uh!, planet gets cold get damage for dow
A uh!, ???????? and blow traveling slow
A uh!, Flipmode, y'all niggas want it
-Busta Rhymes Verse-
Sayonara, see my rivals (ha) let my god be (damafied?) (ho)
had to tell one, tell a lie (ha) get paralyzed (ha)
Stay pay rock xxxx made in ultra suade (ha)
Switch blade yo wack act back to (ho!) first grade (ha)
Even if y´all never seen us y´all now y´all need us
(ha) xxxx my xxxxx from here to muthafucking venus
Think back (ha) when you was amazed and had to sit back (ha)
Imagening me ending your world (ho) like Deep Impact
Blood clot (ha), watch me come trough and bust a gunshot
(ha) Yeah people inside of your den and done that
Chorus

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