Lyrics Against All Odds featuring Flipmode Squad.lrc Busta Rhymes
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[ar: Busta Rhymes]
[al: Extinction Level Event – The Final World Front]
[ti: Against All Odds featuring Flipmode Squad]
[length: 02:59]
[00:23.58]Aiyo, balls your pencils
[00:26.95]As hollow tips get in you
[00:28.74]Bots cutting to slice your face you
[00:30.70]Rhymes is natural
[00:32.09]Hold two lives and four wives
[00:33.42]Up in the crack capsule
[00:34.38]Flipmode cruddy styles has been past you
[00:36.05]Rush pass
[00:36.92]You couldn’t touch cash
[00:38.21]If it was under your nose
[00:39.52]Like a mustache
[00:41.29]Nigga, what ass!
[00:42.37]Show your whole cheek
[00:43.45]Slugs with no heat
[00:44.54]Diamonds that don’t break
[00:45.21]You thugs is so sweet
[00:46.25]I float so much I get seasick
[00:47.70]Flipmode is the squad who I beez with
[00:49.78]Who I get plucks with
[00:51.36]And push German V’s with
[00:52.98]Rampage I’m psychic I can see shit
[00:54.64]To the next millennium, you not gon’ be shit
[00:55.78]Scratch your name off the list, cut your wrist
[00:57.62]You know the issue, I’m official
[00:59.55]When you die none of your niggas is really gon’ miss you
[01:02.16]Flipmode Squad
[01:07.81]Here to drop bombs
[01:09.35]Against all odds
[01:10.65]Still remain Gods
[01:11.93]Grip your arm
[01:13.38]We always come hard
[01:14.44]The world is ours
[01:15.69]Call a National Guard
[01:16.92]Here we go
[01:18.04]Any bitch that rhyme wanna flex she ass
[01:19.48]I’m stomping all things like I’m Plexiglass
[01:21.05]Niggas make way like when they hear sirens
[01:23.93]Treat you like park and too close to fire hydrants
[01:26.73]All up in the board kicking back long islands
[01:29.98]Get your wig split first solid defiance
[01:31.85]Rah, Earth and Sun in this imperial alliance
[01:34.35]You do the science
[01:36.67]I’m getting money shitting, turn intruders into vixens
[01:39.02]Fall off beeper uh uh niggas stay getting
[01:42.31]Dirty nigga for life, that’s how spliff’s living
[01:44.71]Throwing niggas in caskets, tired of a yellow ribbons
[01:46.64]I buck my duck if you touch my one
[01:49.06]Rather Jamaican than belly boy make you people for fun
[01:51.42]Fat man’s son, street educated
[01:53.62]The colonel of ghetto jurors, still thug related
[01:55.53]Flipmode Squad
[01:58.01]Here to drop bombs
[01:59.37]Against all odds
[02:00.72]Still remain Gods
[02:02.23]Grip your arm
[02:03.43]We always come hard
[02:05.28]The world is ours
[02:06.85]Call a National Guard
[02:08.29]We enemies of three strike felony laws
[02:09.54]Gorilla dicking K Y Jelly for whores
[02:11.50]Lapdances trap grands without laws
[02:13.27]My baby Moms, three eighty for your arms
[02:15.78]That bust with loud force
[02:17.68]The ghetto with us, that bang Makaveli in trucks
[02:19.40]That whatever the fuck to give a cheddar in chunks
[02:21.73]Who gazey chase fake thugs with lazy aid
[02:24.18]Track marks, rap stars and a rain of AIDS
[02:27.17]Yo, what you want from us now visualize more of us
[02:30.97]Stay toting under my given flavor from Nauticas
[02:32.41]Destroy every arch rival or any challenger
[02:34.54]Make you remember this day, nigga mark it on your calendar
[02:36.82]I’m showing you something you ain’t saying nothing
[02:39.38]My niggas make noise like a bunch of volcanoes erupting
[02:42.11]None of y’all niggas really wanna war
[02:44.55]The type of nigga to crash my plane in your building
[02:46.88]In the name of the law
[02:48.03]Flipmode Squad
[02:49.49]Here to drop bombs
[02:50.45]Against all odds
[02:51.56]Still remain Gods
[02:52.71]Grip your arm
[02:53.78]We always come hard
[02:54.87]The world is ours
[02:56.29]Call a National Guard
[02:57.31]