(Busta Rhymes)
Yeah, what's up
Busta Rhymes, Keith Murray in this bitch
A busa bus, yeah
Flip Mode meets da Def Squad together once again
2003 muthafuckas, yeah all runin through you
Welcome home Keith Murray (ah thank you baby)
Streets mission n***a, lets give it to em, check it aw yeah

[VERSE 1]
Its Flip mode we be all over da place
Quick to lay n***as down and lawnmower they face
Fuck your bitch before she go to her wedding
Fuck around and beat you're ass with two sticks just like the number 11
And yo I fuck with your current and I fuck with your spouse
And fuck y'all n***as up for talkin shit in your own house
We see y'all n***as bounce and say one
You even got no kind a line a credit in da hood that you from
I keep my doe stacked for them n***as
Spot faggots everywhere like I keep a low jack on them n***as
Pretty bitches sprinkle on they chanel
After we fuck em all in da club frontin like they pussy don't smell
Then they call me mister nice guy like Daved Chappelle
How we just be pounding da pussy and makin it swell
Fuck that flip mode never fail how we successfully banish bitch
N***as till we see em in hell
[Chorus 2X] (Kell Vicious)
Now, guess who's comin through the streets
With heat and fire that make the people
Say that them n***as got it on smash
You know them n***as got it on smash
You know them n***as got it on smash

[VERSE 2] (Keith Murray)
Yo it's Def Squad we be all over the place
Hog tie, split your back fold you in a suit case
Yeah it's the Mr. Keith Murray Mr. Beef Curray
Don't worry come thru and crush your burberry hat like blueberry's
And all those waiting the waiting is over y'all
If I don't come wit some sick shit I ain't coming at all
But listen you my brother and I love but you pitiful
And getting in you're ass is so therapeutical
And just think these hoes be trying to prink
When they know teiy look just as stink as hellery swink
And cheating rappers make me madder than M&M
The night he saw kim kissing that Arabian, I ain't go forth
Pistol whip you, catch a case, get probation violate
For smoking more trees than Dionne Warwick
The way I be shittin'on the mic I gotta laugh
And use a whole roll of tissue to wipe m stanking ass

[Chorus 2X]
[VERSE 3] (Keith Murray)
Ah yo first of all my rap style is not compatible
When white boys come around they be like yo Kell your shit is radical
My hang 10 surfs up I left them clueless
Not that many MC's out there can do this
This the same old G Darrly mack da ol e
And I don't need your back da Gat can hold me
Ain't state I ain't been without the mac 10
Kell Vics muthafuckin' yeah I'm back again
Now everytime I grab the microphone I set the shit on fire
Cause yo I ain't no joke I'm sharp like barb wire
Machine gun kelly so don't get jelly
Cause bitch you (can put it in your mouth) like Akinyele
You he's fakin da funk take thes n***a home he drunk
Before he wined up in my trunk
I gotta left that will fracture your chest and crack ribs
L.O.D. mutherfucker we gonna see you again

[Chorus 4X]

Yeah, Def Squad, Flipmode, L.O.D., P.T.P
You know we got it on smash
Street n***as, got the streets on smash
All ya fake ass up there front, we'll come through
Y'all know what to do
Don't worry, Murray vision ain't blurry
Ayo E