Chords for BUSTA RHYMES BATTLE

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_ Who can turn this [C] shit upside down and spit it up like it was syllables you stay typical
I'm dirty when it comes to kicking the cypher got this rap shit locked down ever since my
mom was changing my [Ebm] diapers I bang a nigga so I can get a better reception
Hate niggas so fast because I make asses it changes gang affliction
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_ [Eb] _ Oh
Yeah, if a nigga been down they probably catch an erection
_ _ _ _ In _ _ _ _ _ _ the morning and I got trouble sleeping up to them to bring his rap notebook I fall asleep while he's reading
I believe the blood leaking gasping the weeds and make niggas have reacted like it was
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I'm sick enough to tell Saddam Hussein [Eb] to pledge allegiance.
I'm nasty than a bitch of flabby titties in the penis
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_ _ _ _ I'm not no young little fuck, I'm a real _ _ nigga
Respect me, cause I'm respecting everybody here.
I ain't gotta be here, _ don't disrespect _ me _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ [Eb] And then y'all gon' really be on this shit
Yeah, flip all this as fuck _ _ _ _ _
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_ And I know I played you, you fucking with us, you might as well quit walking in a blood neighborhood
Now that's [Ebm] the time, and now you know I done throw the spot, I hate you so go scream woo-ha in the parking lot
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_ _ _ _ _ _ Go, go, go, go, [Ebm] go, go, go
I _ _ ain't saying no shh
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You ain't know this right?
_ [Eb] _ Hey _ yo man, [C] it's Flip Moe, you see we all over the place
Quit the play niggas like you down in Lawn Mower your face
_ _ Fuck your bitch when you go to your wedding
Mess around, I'll beat your ass with two sticks like the number 11 _
And yo, yo, [Eb] fuck with your current, fuck with your old spouse, fuck niggas like you up for
talking shit in your own house.
_ _ _ We see you niggas bounce and say what?
_ You ain't even got no kind of [C] line of credit in the hood that you from.
Better keep my dough fat for them niggas.
Spot faggots like [Eb] you everywhere like we keep a low jack on them niggas.
[C] _ _ Pretty bitches sprinkle on these Chanel after we fuck them all in the club frontin' like
they coochie don't smell.
_ _ Listen, listen, then they call me Mr.
Nice Guy like David Chappelle.
How I just patted up your chick and making her swell.
Fuck [Eb] that, flip mode never fail.
How we successfully banish faggots like you till we see you in hell. _ _ _ _ _ _