Flava in Ya Ear (feat. The Notorious B.I.G., LL Cool J, Busta Rhymes & Rampage) - 2016 Remaster

RAPROCK LIT POP NEWS R&B HISTORY COUNTRY SPORTS SCREEN LAW TECH X META
 Flava In Ya Ear (Remix)
 Craig Mack
 SharePlay
 Bad Boys
 Come out and play
 You know we had to do a remix, right
 Uh, uh
 Niggas is mad I get more butt than ash trays
 Fuck a fair one, I get mine the fast way
 Ski mask way, nigga ransom notes
 Far from handsome, but damn a nigga tote
 (What you tote)
 More guns than roses, foes is shaking in their boots
 Invisible bully like The Gooch
 Disappear, vamoose, you're wack to me
 Take them rhymes back to the factory
 I see the gimmicks, the wack lyrics, the shit is
 Depressing, pathetic, please forget it
 You're mad cause my style you're admiring
 Don't be mad, UPS is hiring
 You shoulda been a cop, fuck hip-hop
 With that freestyle you're bound to get shot
 Not from Houston but I rap-a-lot
 Pack the gat a lot
 The flav's bout to drop uh
 Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear
 Time for new flava in ya ear
 I'm kicking new flava in ya ear
 Mack's a brand new flava in ya ear
 Word up, no rap no crap you bore me
 Wanna grab my dick, too lazy, hold it for me
 I'm straight rap great
 Busting heads, straighten dreads
 I'm everlasting, like the toe on Pro Keds
 A Tec-9 when I rhyme
 Plus I climb, word is bond
 Your album couldn't fuck with one line
 It's been three years since you last hear
 But now I reappear your heart pumps fear
 To your gut, did your girl's butt
 I scraped it, shaped it, now she won't strut
 I smash teeth, fuck your beef, no relief
 I step on stage, girls scream like I'm Keith
 You won't be around next year
 My rap's too severe, kicking mad flava in ya ear
 Twenty-one ninety-four
 Mad motherfucking hardcore
 It's my time to burn now explore
 The flava in ya ear it's the boy scout
 I make outs, I make other rappers have doubts
 You're fucking with the wrong clan
 And the wrong man, that's it
 Now you got to get your dome split
 I'm going into my knapsack with my gat
 Take off my hat, yes I'm just cool like dat
 The dangerous, the ruggedness, from the Flatbush abyss
 BLS 97 KISS bounce to this
 I'm gonna live long in this rap game, niggas know my name
 Yo Puffy
 Burn 'em in the flames
 You're jingling baby (go 'head daddy)
 You're jingling baby (go 'head daddy)
 Hee-shee, uh blowticious
 Skeevee, delicious
 Gimme couscous, love me good
 Um damn, Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good
 I guess like the jeans - uh
 Flavor like Praline, sick daddy nah'mean
 Papa love it, when he does it
 Niggas buzz it
 But tell me was it really just the flavor that be clogging your ears
 The most healthy behavior is to stay in the clear
 It's all for you, it's really all for you
 (Now what)
 Hunchback, close your eyes try to munch that
 Coil up your ankles let your Timbs tap
 Bite the flavor it reacts to your gold caps
 Word to Mama, I tongue kiss a piranha
 Electrocute a barracuda, I'm here to bring the drama
 Yo! Yo! Yo!
 Flavors in your ass crease ha
 Busta Rhymes about to bring the noise don't cease ha
 Let me loose from the belly of the beast ha
 Everybody, hey hey hey
 You better believe it's Busta Rhymes the great
 We 'bout to rip the Tri-State
 Yo yo, hey hey hey
 I'll split your face and give you stitches
 Throw niggas in ditches, slap the ass of fat bitches
 Wait one sec, as I get down
 I'm rolling with the heavyweight connect to the stomping ground
 Now, don't you get suspicious
 I grant your wishes every time
 Bring it vicious when I bust a rhyme
 I know one thing the whole world least expected is how we all connected
 To break fool on the same record
 Five new flavors on a beat, feel the fucking heat
 I really think you should retreat while we blow up the street
 Instead of copping pleas just freeze
 Maintain the focus while we smoke these marijuana trees
 When I get down I disappear, reappear and blow up
 Everywhere, fucking with these flavas in ya ear
 RAPROCK LIT POP NEWS R&B HISTORY COUNTRY SPORTS SCREEN LAW TECH X META
 Flava In Ya Ear (Remix)
 Craig Mack
 SharePlay
 Bad Boys
 Come out and play
 You know we had to do a remix, right
 Uh, uh
 Niggas is mad I get more butt than ash trays
 Fuck a fair one, I get mine the fast way
 Ski mask way, nigga ransom notes
 Far from handsome, but damn a nigga tote
 (What you tote)
 More guns than roses, foes is shaking in their boots
 Invisible bully like The Gooch
 Disappear, vamoose, you're wack to me
 Take them rhymes back to the factory
 I see the gimmicks, the wack lyrics, the shit is
 Depressing, pathetic, please forget it
 You're mad cause my style you're admiring
 Don't be mad, UPS is hiring
 You shoulda been a cop, fuck hip-hop
 With that freestyle you're bound to get shot
 Not from Houston but I rap-a-lot
 Pack the gat a lot
 The flav's bout to drop uh
 Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear
 Time for new flava in ya ear
 I'm kicking new flava in ya ear
 Mack's a brand new flava in ya ear
 Word up, no rap no crap you bore me
 Wanna grab my dick, too lazy, hold it for me
 I'm straight rap great
 Busting heads, straighten dreads
 I'm everlasting, like the toe on Pro Keds
 A Tec-9 when I rhyme
 Plus I climb, word is bond
 Your album couldn't fuck with one line
 It's been three years since you last hear
 But now I reappear your heart pumps fear
 To your gut, did your girl's butt
 I scraped it, shaped it, now she won't strut
 I smash teeth, fuck your beef, no relief
 I step on stage, girls scream like I'm Keith
 You won't be around next year
 My rap's too severe, kicking mad flava in ya ear
 Twenty-one ninety-four
 Mad motherfucking hardcore
 It's my time to burn now explore
 The flava in ya ear it's the boy scout
 I make outs, I make other rappers have doubts
 You're fucking with the wrong clan
 And the wrong man, that's it
 Now you got to get your dome split
 I'm going into my knapsack with my gat
 Take off my hat, yes I'm just cool like dat
 The dangerous, the ruggedness, from the Flatbush abyss
 BLS 97 KISS bounce to this
 I'm gonna live long in this rap game, niggas know my name
 Yo Puffy
 Burn 'em in the flames
 You're jingling baby (go 'head daddy)
 You're jingling baby (go 'head daddy)
 Hee-shee, uh blowticious
 Skeevee, delicious
 Gimme couscous, love me good
 Um damn, Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good
 I guess like the jeans - uh
 Flavor like Praline, sick daddy nah'mean
 Papa love it, when he does it
 Niggas buzz it
 But tell me was it really just the flavor that be clogging your ears
 The most healthy behavior is to stay in the clear
 It's all for you, it's really all for you
 (Now what)
 Hunchback, close your eyes try to munch that
 Coil up your ankles let your Timbs tap
 Bite the flavor it reacts to your gold caps
 Word to Mama, I tongue kiss a piranha
 Electrocute a barracuda, I'm here to bring the drama
 Yo! Yo! Yo!
 Flavors in your ass crease ha
 Busta Rhymes about to bring the noise don't cease ha
 Let me loose from the belly of the beast ha
 Everybody, hey hey hey
 You better believe it's Busta Rhymes the great
 We 'bout to rip the Tri-State
 Yo yo, hey hey hey
 I'll split your face and give you stitches
 Throw niggas in ditches, slap the ass of fat bitches
 Wait one sec, as I get down
 I'm rolling with the heavyweight connect to the stomping ground
 Now, don't you get suspicious
 I grant your wishes every time
 Bring it vicious when I bust a rhyme
 I know one thing the whole world least expected is how we all connected
 To break fool on the same record
 Five new flavors on a beat, feel the fucking heat
 I really think you should retreat while we blow up the street
 Instead of copping pleas just freeze
 Maintain the focus while we smoke these marijuana trees
 When I get down I disappear, reappear and blow up
 Everywhere, fucking with these flavas in ya ear