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(feat. Busta Rhymes, Mad Skillz) [Record Scratch] [Busta Rhymes] "Yeah, yeah- Drukenstyle '99- Busta Rhymes- I smoke blunts though, but I get drunk with the Drunkenstyle '99 shit- Flipmode Squad, check it out." Ayyo, extreme force of course- Time to floss straight to The Source- Nigga, ya lost- Who be the boss? Busta Rhymes, nigga, ya soft- Makin' ya cough, turnin' ya ass off- Bounce to my loft, let me show off more shit niggas can't fuck wit'- The raw hit Split your dome quick- Bitches lust my ice bracelet Quick, baby, recite it- Ya like it *Fucked* you in the right place with my night stick I be the S-500, V-8, drop suspension, customized twenty inch rim, chip inside the fuel injection Pay attention to this lesson before I mention Experience the Flipmode lyrical apprehension I'm in the zone, hang up the cell phone Rock stupid ice- Bitch started romancin' my stones More style I've ever shown, holdin' my own Don't let me catch you alone 'fore I hit you wit' the full blown! Bust Rhymes like that, kick you in your back Mothafucka, it's goin' down like that Letras de cancionesDrunkenstyle '99 shit [Whistle blowing] Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- Ayyo Ayyo- Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- Ayyo Ayyo- Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- Ayyo Ayyo, Drunkenstyle '99 Ayyo, one million and one times We floss, fuck wit' these bitches wit' money on my mind Rock coyote furs, displayin' Frank Mueller watches Get in the waistline, the nozzle way down in my crotches Open the jewelery boxes- Select ice wit' such a shine Look at the sky, see little movin' color blotches Supreme niggas, controllin' the scene niggas Your crew funny-lookin' like Mr- Bean, nigga! Bitch slap a bitch nigga, fall on the ground and you apply- We identified what your little bitch sound Ehhh! Ehhh! Niggas is cryin' like a faggot's ass beaten We catch pics and wild wit' they money for the weekend Raise the stakes, my nigga, fuck the contemplatin' Who be regulatin' shit, we controllin' the situation Take your paper and bounce, niggas ain't sayin' nothin' Then I stop, stare in ya face and dare ya to say somethin' Busta Rhymes, Flipmode Squad, straight smokin' blunts consistantly Drunkenstyle '99 shit, Flipmode Squad, authentic street corner hip-hop, nigga But the problem is Extinction Level Event shit Bouncin' like satellites in orbit Stay seein' all you funny-ass niggas at every-ass angle Mothafucka, tryin' to move like you creepin' up on somethin' Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- Ayyo Ayyo- Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- Ayyo Ayyo- Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- Ayyo Ayyo, Drunkenstyle '99 Ayyo- Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- Ayyo Ayyo- Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- Ayyo Ayyo- Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- Ayyo Ayyo, Drunkenstyle '99 [Mad Skillz on a telephone] "Yo, this Mad Skillz, you-know-what-I'm-sayin'? When I ain't endin' out end M.C.'s careers real quick, I'm checkin' out my man Drunken Master, you-know-what-I'm-sayin'? You know how we get down And if you don't know we don't speak, so watch you favorite beacon freak when my shit hits the streets I'm unslept on like pissy sheets I got lines and rhymes that raise minds like Einstein out his sleep Fuck a heat- Nigga, I'm MC squared Rhyme style rare and I'll choke yo' ass like E in Hair Not to be compared to you or that nigga over there I'ma evacuate more rapid then a prison bomb scare- Aiiight? Ya betta open up ya eyes and peep the real before I jump out this joint." From Letras Mania