Yeah.. this one appears to be very forceful..
Very forceful.. yeah, here we go now
Niggaz, bitches, where you at talk
Thug niggaz let me see y'all, yeah
Hah, before we slap niggaz silly with somethin
and put you out your misery and your sufferin
Uh-oh! Yeah, and just for frontin,
you got me bustin two nines
with one hand tied together or somethin
Ain't no mistakin we takin your trap
In case you niggaz didn't know,
you fuckin with the GLADIATORS of rap
On some John Reno shit in Professional,
how we accurate and precise when we bust
and every move is intentional
Violate and I will get at yo' ass
And if I can't catch you track star
we'll start throwin SHIT at yo' ass
Wait a minute nigga, hold up second,
see youse a bitch and while we bust yo' ass
yo' faggot peoples ain't even checkin
Yo y'all need to send the coroner, shit
Leave you lookin out a place
like youse a tourist on some foreigner shit
I be that nigga and I love to experiment
with specific high-explosives
just to take y'all niggaz out of this element, NOW!!
Cause we got new shit for y'all
(All my niggaz in the spots,
y'all know we tear the shit down and how we hold it nigga)
And we come to take shit over y'all
(Yes we here to regulate
and put our foot down, the shop is closin nigga)
Always rep the street for all y'all
(Constantly hittin y'all off with street shit
and keep y'all niggaz open yeah
All my niggaz, all my bitches) Whatcha'all gon' do now,
everytime we come with that street shit
Hah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, we move like stonefaced cold-hearted niggaz
Baldfaced straight retarded niggaz
Aiyyo the shit we do be so off the hook,
fuck around and get yo' leg broke
and beat all in yo' face with ya foot
We here to stay, FUCK payin a visit
I only fuck with certain LIVE niggaz
like my niggaz Tash and Xzibit
Ever since I vowed to keep the shit raw
I stay hittin niggaz with shit
that'll leave they fuckin face on the floor
Everytime niggaz know when we black
Smack a nigga so fuckin hard
he'll fall and probably spin on his back
Funny how niggaz'll always shit talk
The very next day they will notice the difference
in the way they bitch walk
My street niggaz need to come for the ride
Cause when we step up in the place
you funny niggaz need to slide to the side
I love to watch these funny niggaz diminish
and while we slowly murder them niggaz
they prayin on the MOMENT we finish
I take you back to the very beginnin
and beat you in yo' head from birth
and watch you grow lovin the SHIT we be bringin
Street niggaz keep they mind on they dream
Focus the most on gettin they paper
and be thoroughly reppin they team
You know we quick to mash it down for some hours
Quick to leave some of these niggaz shook
runnin with the rest of them cowards
And leave the rest of niggaz ready to dumb
and rep the street until we all die
could give a fuck wherever you from, NOW!!
For all my motherfuckers
that live in the urban city areas
Only the urban city areas
The ghettoes
The neighborhoods where they got, delis, liquor stores
and churches right across the streets from alla that
Yeah..
Motherfuckers sellin weed, crack, and all of that shit
on the corner - it ain't the right thing to do
But niggaz is put in the motherfuckin, living conditions
that have to do that shit
The street motherfuckers
All y'all survival of the fittest motherfuckers, SURVIVE
This is dedicated to y'all
From the CD Ryde Or Die Volume Two
Busta Rhymes:
Attention please, attention please
Can I have everybody's attention please
So humorous, we laugh at all ay'all
The alliance has now been officially formed
Ruff Ryder, Flipmode, 2000, it's now official baby
It's another headbanger
Swizz Beats:
Swizz Beats, who hits on your streets every six weeks
I be on the MP so much that my wrist's weak
Ain't shit sweet, pile 'em in here
All my thugs in the clubs start wildin' in here
Now put your bottles in the air, then light your dutches
Me and Busta keep it tight like liposucion
Niggas that don't like me get the knife for frontin'
Cause one night in the club gets your life on crutches
You got that whodie, I'll cock that forty
Flyin' in the 5 with the top back on it
Stop that shorty, I know you love me
Probably sample one of my beats then owe me money
Plus you don't know me money, so stop the rumors
Before you need the janitors to come mop the room up
Ryde or Die Volume two, smash the charts
Now put your hands in the air for the black Mozart, OH!
Chorus: Busta Rhymes
(Ohhhh), Now come on
(Screeeam), Jump baby come on
Get your hands up, (What!), now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, (What!)
Now let me walk you through it
(Ohhhh), Now come on
(Screeeam), Jump baby come on
Get your hands up, (What!), now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, (What!)
Now let me walk you through it
Busta Rhymes:
Y'all niggas try to front, I'll send my crew on a hunt
Bunch of scheming ass niggas smoking gats and blunts
Busta Rhymes, Flipmode represent
For the Ruff Ryder, and my nigga Swizz
And we gonna be here to present
Y'all niggas with some other shit to bang in the street
And block the fuck out, bang the fuckin' floor with your feet
Before we bang y'all niggas all with the heat
Feed y'all niggas more gutters like a mutherfuckin' all you can eat
And make you bounce how poncho will play the congo
And bang on the bongo, free to bounce on the bongo
From New York to Colorado, so just follow
I'm living for today and livin' tomorrow
Open up your mouth, I got somethin' big for you to swallow
Blow you through the chest with a hollow
Like the foul shit you waste and transpired right infront the impalo
Yo, the general Busta Busta shock and memorable
You know we precious like minerals, and deadly like burials
Chorus
Swizz Beats:
Listen, Flipmode and Ruff Ryders bang out hits
S-W-I two Z's bang out clips
Bang out chicks, for fun we bang out whips
Y'all go to war with revolvers that bang out flicks
Now find me on two-fifth in the summer when it starts
And iced up, nice cut, new pair of Jordans
Thinkin' of extortin, nigga your life ain't important
Your camp hotter than ours?, the fuck y'all snortin'
My thugs bang out bricks, swing, mix, throw dem grams
Hash smokers, hopin' more and out of soda cans
(Yo Swizz, I heard you stole), Whoa! listen man
Mindin' my business will make you a missin' man
See the wrist and hand?, got plaques on the wall
And a fifth in hand, I'll put your back on the wall
Nigga don't ask me no more about nuttin' you hear
Just scream and shout and just wild in here
Chorus: 3x
New York, they ain't ready for it
A-T-L, they ain't ready for it
Oh, Oh, Oh, they ain't ready for it
Whoa, Oh, Oh, they ain't ready for it
My ladies
Millenium
Guns bustin' plenty of them, y'all hear that
Hoo!
Yeah it's another one of them marvelous shits
Yeah, Flipmode, huh, Busta Rhymes shit, yeah
So remarkable, yeah
As I say it over and over again
From song to song, yeah, so remarkable
Hah, heh, yeah, so remarkable
Yo, yo, Busta Rhymes the immaculate raw
Hardcore, riggady raw, lay niggas flat on the floor
We climb into the back of the four
Nonchalant flavor fo' sure, Timbs wit a aqua valor
Flava like you never seen it before
Ha, holy, sacred, and pure
Flipmode, be on it fo' sure
Be incredible to settle the score
Like a nigga shot you in the face, through the peephole in the door
From New York, down to Singapore
Keep you niggas jumpin' around, had the bitches beggin fo' more
Street niggas, yeah we speak for the poor
Now we stack cheddar galore, when we shop and buy at the store
Metaphor like nuclear war
I warned niggas if you try to bite, shit I'll leave a crack in your jaw
Take the livest niggas out on a tour
Make a nigga black in the spot, make you wanna take off a door
All my dogs who hustle everyday
All my dogs who hustle everyday now
Own a store laundrymat around the way
And own a store laundrymat around the way now
We got to get it, YEAH!
My niggas, all my niggas
Show Me What You Got for me, what you got for me
All my niggas what ya got for me
All my shorties who stay fresh everyday
All my shorties that stay fresh everyday
My get money bitches who still hang around the way
All my get money bitches that chill around the way now
We got to get it, YEAH! We gotta...
My bitches, all my bitches, c'mon
Tell me what you got for me
What you got for me, all my bitches what you got for me
Now, yo, we stay packin the toast
Could give a fuck, bust at a ghost
And end up on the front of the post
Niggas know that I be rockin the most
Fuckin Ethiopian bitches, living in the ivory coast
Let me drug y'all niggas up wit a dose
Make you act just like you suppose'
Watch a nigga playin me close
Nowadays type of dough that we gross
I celebrate and throw me a roast
And get an old face for a host
We get it hype even when we be calm
Niggas know my word is my bond
When we come you know we the bomb
Hypnotic shit, get you retarded
Shoulda known it was a bad move
Fuckin around and gettin me started
Still whippin in the back of the truck
So what, not givin a fuck
In the streets, livin it up
So what happened to the last nigga bust
Could give a fuck whoever he was
Throw them niggas outta the clubs
Them niggas all, shit turnin me off
Tie 'em up, makin 'em cough
Gag 'em in the throat wit a cloff
After that we go and wild for the night
Make 'em know the style for the night
Car low, pile for the night
You know we always give y'all niggas a blaze
Black it out and party for days
Let y'all niggas fuck with the strays
Fuckin dimes at the end of the days
Gettin money but it's too late
Yeah, yeah, yeah
The Anarchy, Busta Rhymes shit c'mon!
Ready for Busta Rhymes
He's the one we've all, been waiting for, forever
(I feel so fuckin good, my people!!)
Ready for Flipmode Squad
(So powerful!! So good today!!)
They're the ones we've all, been waiting for, forever
(Yeah!! Yeah, new "Rulership"!!)
Ready for Busta Rhymes
(It feels so fuckin good in my soul, come on!!)
He's the one we've all, been waiting for, forever
(I wanna see y'all; all my people if you feel good!!)
Ready for Flipmode Squad
(Just talk to me, c'mon, c'mon!!)
They're the ones we've all, been waiting for, forever
(Now!! Now, let me see y'all, so powerful!!)
Ready..
All praise due, we comin through real hard
Niggaz raisin they right hand, salutin da God
Yo, like a burnin sensation of Henny on the first sip
Hot shit my nigga; let me spit a verse quick
Work shit inward, until my niggaz hurt shit
and plot elaborate schemes for monies niggaz worship
Beautiful like the pleasure of when I burst my first clip
at a nigga who sold me a brick that wasn't WORTH shit
Yo, we BOMB shit, fire alarm shit
with my bitches who take packages under they armpit
Now, we remain the +Imperial+ live niggaz
who consistantly blackout and rep for them wild niggaz
Yo, you incompatible, snatch yo' collateral
Gun blunt you, and rep for every thug capital
Diagonal vision, niggaz seein shit on slant
Plant beatings on niggaz and celebrate a war chant
Diabolic how we manifest raw logic
Chronological time, we bring niggaz the raw project
Hold fort and represent as the grand wizard
Street chronicle illustrate the bakin of a bad blizzard
I got a spot for ya,
with live niggaz who murder sloppier
than ALL of the Trenchcoat Mafia yo
Cause when you hear the sweet music playin
It's like theme music for murder scenes
like the Colorado slayin - cause I don't give a fuck
Speedin like we racin on the Aqueduct
Black tinted-out, government truck
Curbside on niggaz, leanin just a little bit
Trunk trapped with smoke, my bitch'll take a little hit
Fake niggaz could be the BEST actors
My bullets whiz so fast you feel the WINDSHIELD factors
In the wrong place you get your WIG peeled backwards
Get an ounce of the 'dro and STEAM a pack of Blackwoods
Ready for Busta Rhymes
He's the one we've all, been waiting for, forever
(Yeah, yeah, just feel what I feel niggaz!!)
Ready for Flipmode Squad
(Yeah, just reach up and just touch the sky niggaz!!)
They're the ones we've all, been waiting for, forever
(Now, hah, yeah, I try so hard,
to just share that shit that I'm feelin!!)
Ready for Busta Rhymes
(All my niggaz just talk to me!!)
He's the one we've all, been waiting for, forever
(So powerful!! Flipmode Squad now!!)
Ready for Flipmode Squad
(Yeah, new "Rulership,"
all my niggaz just walk in line!!)
They're the ones we've all, been waiting for, forever
(Walk in line with me!! Talk to me now!!)
Welcome..
We are now in the current state of the Anarchy
We fight, to survive niggaz
We fight, to rule our own government
We livin in a current state, of no fuckin government
Niggaz don't even know how to follow they own spirit
Lost niggaz..
Unsure niggaz, insecure niggaz
Fuck that! Salute, all our motherfuckers!!
All my niggaz ready to hold it down on the front line!!
We survived it niggaz, two-thousand
Time for the new bloodline to run shit
[Instrumental]
Yeah
It's funny how the game change, right? Hehe
Shit feel all different
Y'all niggaz complainin left and right about how the game feel all fucked up
Niggaz only been talkin like that since we been sittin out the game
I think the game need us Kamaal, let's talk to them niggaz
Huh!
So many nights were spent ponderin
Wonderin how we gon' come again
My golden rule is not to focus on the fame game
In retrospect, the game ain't the same mayne
They heart and soul is divided
They ramshack the music, no control up inside it
Now - look at this, it's all stretched out and nasty
But - lettin money pass me
I doubt that, and niggaz from the bottom now
Pumpin hard, wind sleet hail rain or snow
So... you got to get your gate right
No matter what, you got to treat your weight right
On the block if you focused on greed then
Nine out of ten times you be bleedin
The analogy is clear
To all of my peers, I'm a muh'fuckin vet
Don't mean to disrespect, cause
"I write rhymes, I write checks"
(It's clear) Bust, aiyyo what happened to the (love)
For the game (love) for the music (I need realness in my life)
Aiyyo these niggaz in the game don't sound the same
Bust, these niggaz in the game don't sound the same
Aiyyo what happened? {They ain't got in 'em to make a classic}
Aiyyo what happened? {These niggaz can't hold the torch, so why pass it}
Aiyyo, I ain't bringin they names up
These niggaz sound trash, straight foulin the game up
Need to change up (change up) sound so trash
When I see 'em feel like breakin they frame up
DuPont registry, talkin 'bout somebody else cars
Muh'fuckers better step up your bars
Instead of frontin in the game like niggaz really are stars
Like we ain't seein through the bullshit, we know who you are
I'm like a blessing to the game when your shit sound dated
I force niggaz to improve, you should be happy I made it
Here to rep the game fully, change my style like the weather
Givin you niggaz new shit to make the game feel better
I'm sayin, I cook in the kitchen and we make the thoughts connect
You forced to humble yourself, give me my big respect
You hurtin the game when your shit sound off y'know
A legend in this shit that's why I move like a boss y'know
You better be tight, cause you can get tossed fo' sho'
Y'all niggaz know whassup, I come correct with money long cause I
"I write rhymes, I write checks"
(It's clear) Tip, aiyyo what happened to the (love)
For the game (love) for the music (I need realness in my life)
Aiyyo these niggaz in the game don't sound the same
Yo, these niggaz in the game don't sound the same
Aiyyo what happened? {They ain't got in 'em to make a classic}
Aiyyo what happened? {These niggaz can't hold the torch, so why pass it}
Oh my God, they a (uh) come ridin around
Some (uh) old dream and they (uh) can't get down
They (uh) lookin around outside of themselves
And they {HUH} sayin things that ain't really themselves
And they {hah} keep fuckin regurgitatin the same script
Same hoes, same blow, same glock clip {ha}
Same drug strip, what the fuck is this? (uh)
C'mon y'all, raise the bar on this body, shit
You sound stagnant, need to progress and grow (uh-huh)
Upgrade your punchlines, progress the flow (uh-huh)
Get your concepts and lyrics together, aiyyo (uh-huh)
Then drop the bomb shit to step up the pressure, y'know? (huh!)
I'm tired of niggaz complainin how the game changed
You niggaz should step up your game, cause you sound strange
That's why you ain't sellin no records, check the SoundScain
In this rap shit I command respect muh'fucker cause I
Aiyyo these niggaz in the game don't sound the same
Bust, these niggaz in the game don't sound the same
Aiyyo what happened? {They ain't got in 'em to make a classic}
I'm just playin wit y'all niggaz, I'm just playin wit y'all niggaz
I'm just playin wit y'all niggaz, I'm just playin wit y'all niggaz!
They told me to!
They see my name and lifestyle and say I changed (how I be so raaawww)
They so cold... I know... that they're out to get me
And alllll those people I call my friends, let it gooooooooo
That's why I never call on y'all, to be around
'Cause you see how this monnneeeyyy can change your friends' faaaiiittthhh
Geah! See I done came a long way and now I got me a chauffeur
Keep my enemies close, keep my friends even closer
Muhfuckers that I grew around, thought I could rock wit 'em
Watch my cake so hard, they burn a hole in my pocket
I see 'em coming from afar because I been through so much shit
They plot a lot, hard or not, they see my dough come quick
Invested in my niggaz, took the realtor route
Gambled on the wrong niggaz, had to filter 'em out
Type of dudes that see my mother and they greet her respectful
behind her back and see her son and try to give me a quick full
It's cool though, I fucks wit 'em even though I ain't wit it
That's why the gats be in the house whenever niggaz come visit
Serve 'em drinks and welcome all to the law
For let ya drunk friend to show his true side until ya forced to cut him off
I seen it one too many times, they disbelieved and they speechless
Sometimes having certain friends can end up being a weakness
See now my dogs turn to wolves and try to front me and surround me
Come up out they sheepskin and act all different around me
Listen! Sometimes I smoke a cigarette and then I think and I choke on
how niggaz steal this funny style and I was struggling broke
Even though it don't surprise me, shit it's still kinda funny
When I ain't have, a nigga still would come and try to take from me
Instead of cutting my losses, being smart and just end shit
Niggaz was trying to be loyal, just to maintain a friendship
In the wrong situation, plus there's always a sequel
I'm with the wrong muhfuckers, plus they 'pose to be people's
As I get more money, days get colder
I learned to realize that power only lies in the hands of the beholder
So then I start the heart-on-my-heart as I walk like a soldier
Moving so militant, you think I had a chip on my shoulder
Living by morals and principles mainly
Having heavy thoughts to a kill a brother every time a fucker betrayed me
But now I'm winning with the strength of the nation
I promise that they not even foreseeing the size of the shit they'll be facing
I'm Aftermath now, shit's getting worse
Now when those same "friends" see me goin hard that shit be making 'em hurt
Instead they getting together with me so we both can get rich
When I'm outta town, these niggaz busy tryna fuck with my bitch
Same niggaz spend they money 'til the shit'll diminish
I hit 'em off and turn around and come right back when it finish
I said I'm tired of these niggaz, that'll owe me so much shit
that they can't pay me back for, fuck all the dumb shit
Sometime we can't forgive whatever balances off
'Specially when niggaz cross the line that niggaz never should cross
Realized and thus I state the same shit, get the Range
The more money niggaz get, shit around you will change
Even though niggaz'll flip and say, "He the one changed"
Fuck you, the dude'll just'll justify.. takin his shit from you
The more money I get, I get more dangerous stupid
'Cause I been broke before, and I refuse to go back to it
And while I sweep these niggaz up under the rug with a broom
If I never see these "friends" again, that shit'll be too soon
Shit is real like every wind in my breath
DJ Scratch you sick for this one
WOO! Come on! New York we back!!! (Swizzy!!!)
If you from New York stand up right now!
If you from New York hands up right now!!!
Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!!
Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!!
Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!!
Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!!
Yeah! Yeah! I'm on my New York shit
Hat to the back on my New York shit
(WOO! WOO!) Yeah, I'm on my New York shit (Oh!)
Tims with the shorts on my New York shit (Come on!)
I'm on my New York shit, ridin on the train on my New York shit
Burner in the club on my New York shit
Razor in my mouth on my New York shit (Ladies and Gentlemen!!!)
Yeah! I'm on my New York shit
Got the world followin the New York script
Hustle with Tims and hoodies on my New York flip
Rubberband stack money with my New York click
Yeah! I'm on my New York shit
I rep the Giants, the Jets, New York Knicks
Taylor made clothin with my New York stitch
My chick bangin don't you see my New York bitch
Yeah! I'm on my New York shit
You niggaz know we deserve the props we get
Ridin up in therange I'm in my New York whip
International chicks on my New York dick
Yeah! I'm on my New York shit
See how I kill it with my New York spit
Thanks to the boroughs now I'm New York rich
The way I flood 'rm thoro with my New York hits
If you from New York stand up right now!
If your from New York hands up right now!!!
Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!!
Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!!
Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!!
Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!!
(Talk to 'em)
Yeah! Yeah! I'm on my New York shit
Kid Capri on my New York shit (Come on!)
DJ Red Alert on my New York shit (Bounce!)
Funkmaster Flex on my New York shit (Shit!)
WOO! I'm on my New York shit
B.I.G. on my New York shit
(WOO!) Big Pun on my New York shit
Jam Master Jay on my New York shit
BVD's and durags nigga
Stand on the corners, God build on five percent lessons
Got a nickel crack hand on hand niggaz
On a hustle rebellin, while the D's calculatin who sellin
Sell drugs right in front of the deli
Pancho know what we doin and while we bubblin our corner be brewin
Introduce you to the new walk nigga, and the new talk nigga
That's how we do when we in New York niggaz
Yeah! Yeah! I'm on my New York shit
Every hood love me for my New York skill
I got alot of money on that New York strip
Gully rock a scully with a New York fit
Yeah! I'm on my New York shit
Run up in The Tunnel catch a New York vick
O.D.B. reppin New York sick
Shit you want the truth take a New York trip
If you from New York stand up right now!
If your from New York hands up right now!!!
Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!!
Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!!
Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!!
Get it up get it up get it get it get it up!!!
Yeah! I think it's about time for y'all to give New York there shit back
Y'all know where the crown belong, y'all know we started this shit
You know we gave birth to all of this shit
Don't get it confused nigga, Flipmode bitch!!! Full Surface bitch!!!
To the family that helped me get rich since day one
Chris Lighty, James Cruz, Mona Scott, the whole Violator family bitch!!!
Big up to Nas, big up to Jay-Z, big up to Roc-A-Fella, big up to Ruff Ryders
DMX, EPMD, Jazzy Joyce, Cocoa Chenelle, Green Lantern, Mister Cee, DJ Enuff
DJ Camilo, DJ Envy, Clue, Kay Slay, the voice of New York Angie Martinez
Grandmixer DST, yeah, Grandwizard Theodore
Grandmaster Flash, I'm a take it all the way back
Run-D.M.C., LL Cool J, Ralph McDaniels
Cold Crush Brothers, Fab 5 Freddy, Funky Four Plus One More, Zulu Nation
Spoony G, Five Percent Nation Of Islam, Yeah! Wu-Tang, Treacherous Three and all of that
Busy B whattup!!! Brucie B, Luv Bug Starski ya nah mean, Big Daddy Kane, Rakim, Kool G. Rap
We 'gon keep it goin, Public Enemy, B.D.P. I wanna big up producers like Pete Rock, Marley Marl
Premo, Eric "Vietnam" Sadler, Keith Shocklee, Large Professor, Easy Mo Bee, Diamond D
Howie T, Mantronix, yeah, Awesome Two, hey y'all I can't forget my nigga Biz Markie
Just Ice, Lord Finesse, MC Shan, Cutmaster DC, UTFO, Whodini, Doug E. Fresh, Slick Rick
Ultramagnetic, X-Clan, Nice N Smooth, yeah, aiyyo, let me big up my ladies!!!
My ladies and mothers of hip hop, MC Lyte, Salt N Pepa, Latifah, Sha Rock
All the Roxannes, The Real Roxanne, Roxanne Shante, yeah, Pebbly Poo
Yeah yeah we fuckin y'all head up boy, we takin it back nigga!!!!
NEW YORK YOU KNOW WHAT IT IS STAND UP NEW YORK!!!!
Yeah! I ain't finshed yet! Mr. Magic, Chuck Chillout, Audio Two
A Tribe Called Quest, De La Soul, Black Sheep, Jungle Brothers
Leaders Of The New School nigga! P. Diddy and the whole Bad Boy!
Brand Nubian nigga! A ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!! I ain't forgettin shit!
We gon' change things
Yea, Genesis niggaz
We gotta introduce y'all to the motherfuckin new millenium bounce
Yea, two-thousand and one hot shit hot shit c'mon
All my niggaz in the place, all my bitches in the place
C'mon, c'mon, let's get to it
Let's get to it, let's get to it
All my niggaz and my bitches let's get to it
New milleni-nigga bounce, new millenium bounce
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Aiyyo it's colder than a muh'fucka, who just let the hawk in?
Nigga guess who just walked in?
Lynch, most (?) makes them other niggaz sit upon the bench broke
Then I step up in a trenchcoat nigga
Got no time to be fuckin with them wonderama niggaz
Let me loosen up your bra-strap mama nigga
LISTEN UP! Look how we be rippin up and got the party pickin up
and got you niggaz spittin up SHIT
No pain, nigga never no gain, nigga no strain
O.D. into my cocaine music
Spit that venom; pretty thick bitches walk by
If you let 'em pussy printin through they denim
Take her for a ride 'round the block, let her enjoy the whip
Drop her off, let her walk the strip
Ain't it funny how nature work?
Make bitches wanna bounce on a nigga 'til they make it hurt, c'mon
Shake yo' shit until you make it hurt
Throw yo' pussy 'til you make it hurt
Pop that shit until you make it hurt
Bounce 'til you really wanna make it hurt
Now bang yo' head until you make it hurt
C'mon, stomp yo' feet until we make it hurt
Pound that shit until we make it hurt
Until we make it hurt, now let's make it hurt
Are we ever gonna stop nigga? HECK NO!
Shit now let me rip the muh'fucka from the get-go, nigga
Let go 'fore you make a nigga wanna let the tec blow
Bitches dancin like a stepshow, nigga
Violate nigga, you gets no love, ghetto
Only give a nigga show love ditto
Your clique too little, fuck givin niggaz a riddle
Fuck around I turn your wife into a widow
Nitro nigga, make you wanna wild on the floor
like a bunch of little psycho niggaz
Presto, shit we got a expo of bitches in here
Whylin like a bunch of lesbo bitches
The best show of bitches, so electro bitches, c'mon
Get on your mark, get ready set go bitches
Then we go and add a little propane to it
Then we send another whole flame through it
Clear everything in my path, before I split you in half
You wack nigga, better get you a staff
The freak bitches try to hit me with math
Brushin off wack niggaz while them same bitches givin me ass, yo
Now let me give you more hot shit, just for the record
and make bitches wanna get ass-naked, c'mon
Party 'til you wanna lash out
Better yet, y'all niggaz party 'til you motherfuckin pass out!
C'mon! Throw yo' hands up high y'all
Light yo' L, get high y'all
Shit you can't deny y'all
Don't lie y'all, don't try y'all
All my niggaz inside y'all
C'mon, let's start that shit y'all
C'mon, and you know we won't quit
Then bang niggaz with hit after hit y'all, c'mon
In the meantime nigga just pass me the Henny, c'mon
Little Cris' and a bottle of the Remi
Write a bit and STILL sortin it out
Flipmode up in this muh'fucka nigga, whatchu talkin about?
Hold up - a lot of people ain't compatible nigga
They be buggin on how a nigga spend capital nigga
Ain't it funny how nature work?
Yeah, yea
This shit sound like..
one two o'clock in the mornin with the full moon out
Niggaz in they trucks creepin
With a fresh box of ecstasy pills for these bitches
Yeah, team select, please collect, G's connect
Thieves nigga direct the trees to the SmokeFest
Wanna take a toke? YES! The newest zone I'm in
I'm like Smithsonian nigga, fuck it call me Napoleon
Wave the torch, cut the head off the Leviathan
The terminology I'm rhymin in cause a frenzy up in Ireland
Hit ya, I'm gon get ya
And drop the bomb scripture at your barmitzvah
Yo, map shit out, blast through the speakers
With a wifebeater on, Bushe below, a new pair of sneakers
Street niggaz hang on the sidewalk, that's where I learned my fly talk
Pimp-strut, and how to skywalk
Moderatin how we establish the whole conglomerate
The way we honor it, you'll never conquer it
See how we wreck, has a global effect, on even Polish people
Young and restless down to the old and feeble
Peep them, Czechoslovakian to Yugoslavian niggaz
Be all into my bounce so don't be botherin niggaz
So NOW you should feel the whole cathedralish bounce
Put one in your stomach leave you in a fetalish crouch, nigga
My vernacular is spectacular
Strategic plans'll have you lookin wacker than a postal office massacre
Is that so? Make moves just like a fatso
Bounce in a minivan Astro after my gat BLOW!
Aiyyo, get up, get up, get dough (get dough nigga)
Roll up, light up, and smoke that 'dro (smoke 'dro now)
Bitch shake yo' hips and bounce real slow
Niggaz rep yo' hood, I'm with that --
All my nig-gaz (all my niggaz) if you with me (if you with me)
Yeah I see you (yeah) HOL-LA
(Throw yo' guns in the motherfuckin air, c'mon!)
All my bitch-es, if you're with me (yeah all my bitches where you at now)
Yeah I see you (you know I see y'all) HOL-LA
Yeah, my whole entire mindstate deeper
than astronomy and mathematics like Galileo
Smash you niggaz like mashed potato
Back when niggaz used to rock Ballys and Clarks
I used to watch, little niggaz shouldn't hustle nickel crack in the park
Barrels spray the brighter flame in the dark
Blood spill stain on the street, that's how niggaz be leavin they mark
Fuckin with diplomats who love Bailey's
Monopolize and quickly get other money fuckin with Israelis
So solid how we be symbolic
to a handful of niggaz that be all schemin on the same wallet
Them type niggaz that be conspirin and kidnappin
Shit happens! Gun clap for you in a GIFT wrappin
You should follow how the style switch up
Like a group of religious niggaz schemin to kill they arch-bishop
You big pussy nigga actin all hard
Call me atheist, because I don't believe in you God
It's like a grand feast celebratin the bounce of the century
I tote the recipe quick for any type of discrepancy
Busta Rhymes the great renaissance artist and architect
Like how a Filippo Brunelleschi portrait is so hard to get
We got the obscure shit for the street
Nevertheless we split your head and your chest, now rock to the beat
Yo, we got the obscure shit for the street
Nevertheless we split your head and your chest, now rock to the beat
Holla at me now, c'mon!
Yeah.. Busta Rhymes, cookin up a little brown stew chicken
Genesis, Genesis, Genesis, Genesis
Genesis, Genesis, Genesis, Genesis
As we welcome you all to the future
Oh! we come to give you that operatin' like we be official
Yea, we come to multiply
And we're plannin' the scheme for the long run
Yea, our shit be always right
Every move you'll see how it's related
Genesis, Genesis, Genesis
As we welcome you all to the future
Oh! we come to give you that operatin' like we be official
Yea, we come to multiply
And we're plannin' the scheme for the long run
Yea, our shit be always right
Every move you'll see how it's related
Genesis, Genesis, Genesis
While we continuously stay sculpturin' bombs
Love unconditional greetings with openin' arms
And for my worthy niggaz, I'm a die tryin' for y'all
With the blessin' of an Angel's tear cryin' for y'all
Back to the foundation, takin' you under back where it all started
With a whole new beginnin' and a brand new hunger
Starvin' to where my skin was suffocatin' my ribs
Now we got bitches interior decoratin' my crib
Touch the love, I got like you holdin' my heart in my hand
And watch my manifesto, shit was all a part of the plan
The fashion that I choose to deal with this shit
Sometimes, it's so hard to describe the passion that I feel for this shit
How many struggles, I survived just to eat this meal
Never thought y'all meet a nigga, that could be this real
Flip mode up in this bitch, now let me make you aware
Too late for turnin' back my nigga 'cause we takin' it there
As we welcome you all to the future
Oh! we come to give you that operatin', like we be official
Yea, we come to multiply
And we're plannin' the scheme for the long run
Yea, our shit be always right
Every move you'll see how it's related
Genesis, Genesis, Genesis, and leave
And leave a mark until it's deep in the floor
Y'all niggaz fucked up never should've let let me get my feet in the door
And then I step through, fuck wipin' my feet at the door
I be the Deacon, I'm beatin' niggaz and speakin' the raw
Strictly raw shit is what niggaz be seekin' me for
Testin' my strength, that's what the Devil's try to weaken me for
C'mon, yes and y'all off to the next step, for sure
Rep and make you wanna accept more
Niggas analyze the jewel that, I reveal in a rhyme
I'm like somethin' that has evolved about a million times
Peep the display with all the new features
The way we really doin' it, these mu'fuckas probably wouldn't believe us
Flip mode Squad by all means, a pledge of allegiance
With the great feelin' of people like the comin' of Jesus
While a lot of other niggaz don't be tellin' you nothin'
That be the same bullshit that's always pushin' my buttons
Godly is how we rep this undeniable force
You like a weak preacher, swearin' smacked dead on a cross
Kick niggaz like the two back legs of a horse
Chop ya fingers for tryin' to put your hands in the sauce
Sometimes, I think that it would be best if you run
And do yourself a favor, 'cause you got your whole life ahead of you son
A whole new thing startin' for me
Smell so much ass in a spot, the beat got the world fartin' for me
When I spit you know, I always love to garnish it hard
While you love it, hate it niggaz tryin' to tarnish the God
I know some dudes that would love to bring the hatred to y'all
While I continue to bless you with shit that's is sacred to y'all
Even if I had to bend you in place
I always put it down and rep my niggaz from the most genuine place
From my street corner niggaz to my live niggaz everywhere
Too late for turnin' back, we takin' it there
As we welcome you all to the future
Oh! we come to give you that operatin' like we be official
Yea, we come to multiply
And we're plannin' the scheme for the long run
Yea, our shit be always right
Every move you'll see how it's related
Genesis, Genesis, Genesis, Genesis
Genesis, Genesis, Genesis, Genesis
Genesis, Genesis, Genesis, Genesis
Tri-lateral commission
Berkowitz, Fizzy Wo', Bust-Down
(AiYAHHHHHHHHH!)
Everytime I take a look, the only thing I see is
MY LIVE NIGGAZ IN THE SPOT
Tell me what y'all want
GIVE ME EVERYTHING YOU GOT
Y'all niggaz ready to do it
LET'S BLOW THE MOTHERFUCKIN SPOT
All my niggaz
ATTENTION.. (LOUD AND CLEAR)
WHERE MY NIGGAZ READY FOR WAR? (WE RIGHT HERE!)
GET EM (WHEN WE SPOT EM) HIT EM (KID WE GOT EM)
WHERE MY NIGGAZ READY FOR WAR? (WE RIGHT HERE!)
I got reason to believe, some of you niggaz feel
the man isn't live and direct (GET AT EM BILL!)
LONG, breathe easy pop, this is Hip-Hop
in the HARM WAY, we do it the war way, all day
I never procrastinate (you shouldn't)
I'm from where the war games fascinate (you couldn't)
You wouldn't believe what they've been tellin me
The perfect match is jail and me
cause I was born with a felony (uh uh uh)
Fuck that! How this shit look
when a nigga stretched out, with his chest out
and a mess out in Brooklyn, HI-YAHHHHHH
Y'all motherfuckers is back?!
Y'all motherfuckers don't know how to act
Y'all motherfuckers attack!!
And those motherfuckers are wack, I travelled a rocky road
Swift to the Flipmode, quick grip for the unload
Father forgive me for my sins
but I'ma raise hell to the bitter end - I'm a soldier!
Fuck the bullshit! I kick a bone out yo' ass
Hardrock nigga?! I kick a stone out yo' ass!
Warning, to all those, caps get peeled
quicker than e-mail to your ass sayin, "Kill kill kill!"
Curb chasin, straight lacin, with a Mac-10 blazin
Split yo' ass up like a Temptation
You cats is animated cartoons (WHO YOU?)
The return of Goodfellas Part Two
BITCH throw your fuckin guns up, put your fuckin hands down
HOT FLAMES UP,
, (BUSTA BUST DOWN)
We sneak the guns right in, y'all keep tryin
and I'ma check all pussies like a G-Y-N
Open up your can of "Whoop Ass"; I'll open up
a fresh can of "I'll Fuck Yo' Ass Up Quick Fast"
Flipmode, M.O.P. Fizzy Wo-mack, Wo-mack
Y'all know who the fuck I am!
Aiyyo yo-yuh-yo, and now I hear no one
(you) would let less than a motherfucker fear no one
None of y'all niggaz don't really wanna fuck with the dread
The street brawler stomp your face into the back of yo' head
C'mon now, I'm quick to roast fry boil and even toast a guy
Multiply the ghosts like the world's greatest coke supply
Shit changed, you sellin WEED over the damn computer
Introduce the millenium STOMP nigga for the future
I be that prime honorary nigga
that'll voluntarily blast the last, Tom & Jerry ass nigga
And write raps to the sound of these gats
Perhaps my raps will paralyze a bitch-ass and make him collapse
Yo, see they be quick to bust they fashion of a calico
My niggaz Berkowitz and that other motherfucker Fizzy Wo'
Mashin through the city yo, and the foot it don't lie
Yo, it's 3:25 in the morning
My baby mom still yawning
Kiss my little daughter on the forehead
'Nuf said, beeper goes off
Five hundred, it's Busta Bust
In God We Trust another one bites the dust
Hey Ramp, fuck that!
I was 'bout to see this cat
Some niggas pulled up in a black suburban jumped out the back
Tried to put it on me while we fighting over the gat
The way them niggas tried to play me son, them niggas is wack
Aeiyo, Ramp, yo, you know it's only right to react
Call the whole squad, let's lay these niggas down - face flat
Aeiyo, Bust, chill, calm down
I'll be there in twenty minutes
Uptown 1-51 at St. Nick
I'm there quick
I tell my baby mom I got's to go
I walked out the do' then grabbed the two nines out the flo'
Driving through South, yo, we takin' niggas war
Still on the run
Always running for cover when its necessary
I'm out numbered for now
But all that shit is temporary
Fuck with the wrong clik, the way we get down
If your violatin', leavin you lost, you never be found
Number whatever on missing persons
Any minute them niggas gon' feel blast of my squads gats bursting
I through the tri-borough bridge
In my fat land with my two nines and my mans
I'ma second from the spot
I cross the street from the parking lot
My trigger finger is hot
I'm seeing Bust in a phone booth
Niggas on the roofs
Spiff Star is in the range
The atmosphere change
Lord's in the forerunner with machine guns, big ones
Now we 'bout to have mad fun
Me and the whole squad meet up,
Know shit about to heat up
Went the whole entire street up
Blast from the car seat-er
My enemies wouldn't even wanna be you
I see you, hunting me down
I knowing that my crew arrive
We gon' see who be the last alive
While we creep all over the place
Looking for space
In case, see him, rinse my whole clip up in his face
As my squad hold they post down
We patiently waiting for them to pass through
Carefully timing the way we put it on their whole crew
Aeiyo, Bust give me the queue
I'm here for you, close to you
Blood in and blood out
We goin' all out, bullets just ringing out
Guns is just spraying out
Yo Bust, hit the dirt layflat
You my nigga to the end I gotcha back
Turn around quick
Oh shit!
You started blasting, grazed me on the hip
Lord Have Mercy dumped five on a nigga
Suck his whole shit, his whole crew busting
Shit ain't going according to plan
Goddamn, my shit jam
Nigga standing right behind me
I think I'm caught up on a creep
I think I need to prayer to Lord, my soul to keep
Dis nigga about to fry my head
My crew burst into a rage
Spliff lifted this nigga, putting two inside his rib cage
Yo, Rampage
Aeiyo, I see them niggas coming, now I'm dumbing
We dead three niggas already the next two we leaving bloody
So much drama over this fucking money
The way this situation end it wasn't even funny
Trying to rob this nigga because I was fucking hungry
But if you try to test let's blast a nigga in a hurry
Me and my squad bounce and left the fucking scene ugly
Things we be doin' for money
Livin' in the street when you're hungry
The way you start to live it ain't funny, no, no
Living day to day but don't live for tomorrow
Things we be doin' for money
Livin' in the street when you're hungry
The way you start to live it ain't funny, no, no
Living day to day but don't live for tomorrow
Things we be doin' for money
Livin' in the street when you're hungry
The way you start to live it ain't funny, no, no
The whole world lookin' at me
Watchin and waitin to see
If I fullfill my destiny
The whole world lookin' at me
Uh, my interruption cause a major concussion
Dome piece swollen son you need a cup of Bufferin
Peep my post reduction, hey
Follow my instruction
Bounce back my repercussion
Cause mass destruction
Fuck around strain ya til ya plan malfunction
Sit cha ass down, hey
Bouncin out ta Flushin
Check extra P by the boom weed from a Russian
I remember when I used ta rhyme for extra nothin
I got so much ta offer every time I tell you somethin
I'ma bout ta drop it, you could never stop it
Let me quickly chop it
Still a lot of niggas analyze before profits
The rhyme at new gossip
Hold your head and shoulders yo I roll with evil holders
Dealin with the facts, I hold the silence in the folders
Did you know how to knock it from concussion into comas
Test shit, I pull your valve from out your breast kid
Mess with, shit like this after God blessed it
The whole world lookin' at me
Uh, I'm bout to cause chaos steady bustin ya bra's
Which to witch craft, my chemistry what cha say os
Fuck the bullshit
Livin in the zone of my renaissance
My squad stay formin like the Muslims down in Dames
Split ya fuckin frame like we raisin splittin cigars
I be workin wonders
My squad formin numbers
Christopher Columbus
Discover how you speed out swellin like you cumbus
My name be rollin thunders
My degrees multiply the heat more this summer
My flows got so much rhythm, substitute the drummer
Yo fuck that, focusin about the front runner
Who you think you is
You better stay protected
Walkin out the door, makin sure you rock the double breast kid
Fuckin with them devils, watch your soul get recollected
Mutherfucken shame when you die disrespected
Every bitch nigga in the world should be arrested
Beat with many strikes until their train of thought is redirected
The world has been corrected
God has been elected
The squad has come to rule us with the jewels manifested
Extreme my thought process on every record
Blow the spots to pieces bounce without a clue right through the exit
Yeah
Pick up the pace now
C'mon
Yeah
This feel like that tight shit
That make you just go get the keys to your whip
And just bounce
Bounce bounce bounce
N'ah mean
Go stop at the little spot
Get you a little bag of the lye
And just bounce bounce
Now watch a nigga tongue kiss the track like it was fried chicken
Spicy seasoning was finger licking
Everything looks grand and I feel so good today
Jewels jingling below my belly
You know we steady talk shit to them bitches when we be on the celly
Four wheelin' with a fifth of henny
See now we whippin' and we dippin' through traffic
Like we don't give a fuck
Niggas follow how we bounce in the truck
Then we whylin and we thugging a little
Yo we ain't wylin' much
A little mellow from the spark of the dutch
Down shift, throw it in the fifth gear with my foot on the clutch
Speed balling, like we all in a rush
While we switch a couple of lanes
Flick my little hazard light on
Better pull over and get on the lawn
Yo, move the barricade, and let my niggas park on the block
Make a grand entry up in the spot
You know we only here to take all of the food out the pot
It's only right cause niggas know we be taking they slack
Now let's get high, and let's get drunk
You feel that bounce, then turn it up
You light your L, and blaze it up
Get in the game, and change it up
Come in the spot, and flame it up
Let's get this dough, and live it up
Let's get this dough, and live it up
Let's get this dough, and live it up
Yeah, so amazing, we blazing and changing the bounds
Grazing y'all niggas, with something aiming to taking you out
We never resort to any measure to keep you with me
Wylin' with a sinky rinky dinky ring on pinky
Follow the simple flow that'll cripple y'all niggas
Drop the shit that'll shake and just ripple y'all niggas
What, your boom scheme, get with the new thing
Hit you and get y'all niggas, all into the new swing
Ah, tally it up, rally it up
From the streets to the alley, from the Eastern Cali and up
I'm talking dope, all of my niggas, all of my bitches
Give you something that'll split you up
And leave you with stitches
Looking pathetic, I hit y'all niggas with the kinetic
Make you respect it, and beat you in the head till you get it
Take off my jacket, hope you can match it
When the DJ go scratch up the bounce
I hope you could catch it
So what
Now let's get high, and let's get drunk
You feel that bounce, then turn it up
You light your L, and blaze it up
Get in the game, and change it up
Come in the spot, and flame it up
Let's get this dough, and live it up
Let's get this dough, and live it up
Let's get this dough, and live it up
Let's get this dough, and live it up
Now let's get high, and let's get drunk
You feel that bounce, then turn it up
You light your L, and blaze it up
Get in the game, and change it up
Come in the spot, and flame it up
Let's get this dough, and live it up
Let's get this dough, and live it up
Let's get this dough, and live it up
Let's get this dough, and live it up
Let's get this dough, and live it up
Let's get this dough, and live it up
Yeah, live it up now, yeah
You know when you got shorty in the passenger side of the whip
You bouncing from the club, step on the gas
And just bounce bounce bounce, yeah
Then shorty come with you to the nearest short stay
Get up on top of that and just
Bounce bounce bounce
That's what I'm talking about niggas, yeah
If you pushing down the Belt Parkway
The Grand Central, the Long Island Expressway
The Cross Island Expressway
Southern state, Northern state, Parkway
You know 95 South, Brooklyn Expressway, you know
However way y'all traveling
You just bounce bounce bounce
You N'ah mean
Blunts burning and all
Just keep the windows up though
Let the smoke stay in the mutherfucking ride, yeah
All my bitches in the passenger seat
yeah this next joint right here...
is dedicated to all my niggas that I love
all the niggas that held it down with me through the whole shit
from the beginning of the fort, to the now current day of the fort
from the beginning and the birth of this whole shit
to the now success of this whole shit
and all my peoples that be holdin it down for their peoples
ridin with them through thick and thin, love y'all niggas
peep it
1, 2
Everytime I sit and take a look at how we grew so much my niggas
1, 2
All the things I do, you know I will hold my flags for you my niggas
now, this how the shit all started
was like doctors of ? I was being conceived kinda retarded
like, and while my moms was conceiving this beautiful baby
doctors was the this woman's stress out of this Jamaican lady
Pops beef and straight carrying on
nobody realizing how the god was now being born
ayo, yo, 1, 2
while they was wildin and shit
they couldn't even find my pulse, sonogram on the frisk
so, they tried a natural birth, but had to stop production
baby stuck all up in the womb, another malfunction
1, 2
and now the doctors discover
they had to cut this lady's gut, and c-section me out of my mother
Pop duke could only sit and ask why
looked up in the sky and begged for mercy from the most high
c'mon, now, 1, 2
see now the day would feel blessed
watching the birth of a precious baby life manifest
see how that bugged me out
that shit, that type shit be buggin me out cuz...
y'know niggas, nigga look back
to them days when you know shit is kinda ill like y'knawmean?
nigga, niggas like fall out, y'knawmean?
motherfuckers is, niggas live long enough to look back and shit and
laugh and shit, y'knawmean?
young and learnin shit that started is thick
started inquiring alot, started using my dick
like I knew it all but I wasn't really knowin and shit
buggin when my pubic hairs started growin and shit
now hold up, a young nigga now a couple years pass
searchin desperate to experience my first piece of ass
now, gettin into mischief and caught my first arrest
started smoking weed and started totin on them cigarettes
eyes bloodshot like I was starin at a highbeam
nigga only twelve so why he lookin like he nineteen?
1, 2
the fast life baby, young with an old soul
from the past life baby
a young nigga wanted things and wanted money quick
ambitious on the Amtrak, wit a quarter brick
my nigga, 1, 2
it got hot in the streets
my nigga campaign the cops who started walkin the beat, my nigga
trouble causin too much problems just me and my brother
made mommy a grandma and shacked up with my babymother
now it a seed, I was always ready to clap shit
strugglin, so then I start fuckin 'round with this rap shit
moved to Long Island and got up with a few niggas
believin we could show the world we was the Leaders Of the New niggas
a crew of niggas that was hot like an infirmary
blazin til they started actin like bitches internally
so now, Flipmode is how we own it fo' sho
tried to fuck with niggas but I couldn't do it no more
fo rilla, 1, 2
and then I got with some niggas
always wit it to multiply the gross and double the figgas
and then I, hit with bombs and hold a stack in my palms
whippin Bentleys, floss icy shit and take care of moms
give the local little old man a job as my chaeuffeur
hold it down for all my niggas til the movement is over
it's kinda beautiful
yeah, y'knawmean?
how we have acquired so much
where we can look back and, and actually laugh and lavish
in the, in the, in the moment
as we prime in life
look at how we, we struggled all this way and went through the bullshit
motherfuckin, little obstacles
situations they try to set up for niggas to fuckin fall off
and lose they hard earned shit, y'knowmean?
I holds it down for my niggas though
give my last to my niggas
all the niggas that was wit me through the whole shit
love y'all niggas, word
Yeah (Uh)
The Rulership (Word)
Anarchy niggas (Yeah yeah)
Spliff Starr (Spliff Starr)
Bus-a-bus (Bus-a-bus)
Roc Marci (Roc Marci)
Rah Digga (Rah Digga)
Baby Sham (Baby Sham)
Rampage (Rampage)
Yeah
Another Voyage nigga (Another one)
ONE TWO THREE
Come on
Here we go again
Y'all niggas know we have to give it to you
Here we go again
Now feel this banger while it's running through you
Here we go again
We come to hit y'all with that nigga music
Here we go again
More shit for y'all gon hear the drug abuse it
Here we go again
Now watch the way we always blow the spot
Here we go again
We fuck shit up and take the shit you got
Here we go again
Flipmode you know we always bring it (What)
Bring it (What)
Bring it (What)
Bring it (What)
Bring it
I'm a real wise guy, you can't fuck with me
You could catch a quick bullet like Brandon Lee
Carry my squad on my back like a MPV
I got a sick paddle log that's banned from TV
Charge your whole squad a hundred CC
Straight from the streets, learn from OG's
Rocks ain't nothing my jewels is deep freeze
Blood, sweat, and tears, gotta stack the G's
They don't
Wanna see me twenty pounds heavier
On the cellular
They wanna see me shot
And bellied up
I tell you what
When I'm switching my whips
I bury one
Walk around in the streets
With heavy guns
Bust it
Marinate in your self-source
A couple shells to dry you out
To a pale horse
Smashing your image
Take it back
Then we crack with a villian
Scratching my d-dick
Plus be the rapper to liquid
Spliff Starr
Rampage
Rah Digga
Roc Marci
Baby Sham
Busta Rhymes
DJ Scratchator
FLIPMODE SQUAD
Mutha fucker
What y'all niggas want
Yeah you know we always gonna give it to you
HARDCORE
I double drop kick niggas
Run around evict niggas
Give it to you full blown
Like HIV sick niggas
Act like you know B
I watch you die slowly
Tapped action
Like Charles Dick to Kobe
Was a blood spilling
Smack a faggot from the village
Steam boil cabbage
And hurt your momma feelings
Run you off the court
Defeat you at your sport
Spit, pop, and twist niggas
Like Moet corks
What now
Hardcore sounds
We snatch crowns
Too much mouth
You lay down
We clear crowds
Send a large threat
What you expect
For me to get rich nigga
And blow off my set
Never that
I'ma rep Flipmode
Till the sky's black
Turn to macks
And hear how we murdered this track
Do you feel me dogs
Six blocks
Ninety-six buildings
Brick walls
Still push rock
Cause I'm the source
Make noise one time for the tight little swinger
Posing in flicks sticking up my middle finger
Everybody trying to get they little shine these days
Make a bitch cold flip back to my grimy ways
Ball in my court, those who lack sport
Tear they ass to the roof without the black thought
Coming on the scene thinking you the Don Juan
Type crimes have you pissing all in your Sean Don
HERE WE GO NOW
Now what the fuck y'all niggas want
And how we blow
And give you all exactly what you want
SEE FLIPMODE IS THE SQUAD
Whatever niggas wanna try
We smash you in your face
And make it black around your eye
WE 'BOUT TO WRECK IT NO DOUBT
I'm 'bout to hit y'all with some shit that make you
BUG THE FUCK OUT
And make y'all niggas get real arrogant and
THUG THE FUCK OUT
And everytime we in the spot
We always smash shit and make y'all niggas
BUST A SLUG OUT
Here we go again
Y'all niggas know we have to give it to you
Here we go again
Now feel this banger while it's running through you
Here we go again
We come to hit y'all with that nigga music
Here we go again
More shit for y'all gon hear the drug abuse it
Here we go again
Now watch the way we always blow the spot
Here we go again
We fuck shit up and take the shit you got
Here we go again
Flipmode you know we always bring it (What)
Bring it (What)
Bring it (What)
Bring it (What)
Bring it
Flipmode
New album
Labor Day 2000
Fuckers
The Rulership LP
Flipmode Squad
Unstoppable
Cut the shit off
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Get out)
Such a remarkable sound (Get out)
Yeah (Get out of here)
Such a remarkable sound
Flipmode get down, now
Yeah check it out (Get out of here)
Such a remarkable sound
Busta Rhymes (Get out)
Comin' through, get down (Get out)
What's the deal now (Get out of here)
Yeah, yeah
Are you ready to get on? (Who, me?)
And cause such a reaction that the motha fucka's go (Ooh wee)
It's like a group of happy children
Yo, it's such a feelin'
To see all of my live nigga's carry on now
Oh see how I be gettin' so passionate
I get a thrill even when I bust my gun off by accident
The God bless glory, success story
Whiteboy Billy put a stash up in my armrest for me
The way I fucks it up, it's like a fuck-fest for me
I get on last and demolish everything before me
We run shit and that's a fact now, you're whack now
And ain't no fuckin' turnin' back now, so relentless
I won't even let you niggas finish a fuckin' sentence
Call for my people like a school attendance
And then I strike with a fuckin' vengence
Finger on my trigger
Figure I'll blast every last one of you bitch niggas
So (Get out)
Bitch nigga just (Get out)
You need to just (Get out of here)
Police'll try to close the club (Get out)
You really should (Get out)
You need to just (Get out of here)
Bitch, if you ain't got your own dough (Get out)
You need to just (Get out)
You really should (Get out of here)
If you frontin' like you really live (Get out)
And you know you not (Get out)
You need to just (Get out of here)
The one world alliance
Flipmode the most reliant for the thorough guidance
On how to get most of this money like a secret science
Only the live nigga's allowed, there's nothin' you can do
Frontin' with your crew while you talkin' to corny bitches too
Nevertheless, address the cheddar for the treasure chest
And bless the spot before the thugs protest, one time
I hope y'all know just what the motherfuck you dealin' with
With so much platinum for the street, you thought I was a silversmith
We phat now, so look at how we brought it back now
And made it possible for street niggas to hold a stack now
And become the wealthiest, healthiest
And bring the fire that will reach about 1000 degrees celsius
Hold on, banker's money better roll on, or sing a broke folk song
My nigga's so long he paid with a big brim hat, just like a lampshade
And bounce, wildin' in the truck, the joints my nigga Ramp made
We be them new millennium prime time niggas
Walk a fine line, niggas sippin fine wine niggas
Now, if you cross the line and fuck around them blind niggas
With so much pressure it's like we did the illest crime, nigga
What? You know I'm like a loco man, noble man
Turned global man, rippin' bi-coastal like a postal man
And when we come, you know we came to get it
And what you need to do is bounce if you ain't fuckin' with it
So (Get out)
Bitch nigga just (Get out)
You need to just (Get out of here)
Police'll try to close the club (Get out)
You really should (Get out)
Please just (Get out of here)
Bitch, if you ain't got your own dough (Get out)
You need to just (Get out)
You really should (Get out of here)
And if you frontin' like you really live (Get out)
And you know you not (Get out)
You really should (Get out of here)
Uhh, that's some shit..
..that that that niggaz ain't even seen before
That's that shit! (Motherfuckers ain't never seen
nothing like this before, for real man)
It's goin down baby, uhh..
UHH! Busta Rhymes
WHAT?! Uhh, DMX nigga
Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh
I see ghosts clearly; even though, most don't hear me
They still wanna get near me - fear me, so I'm leary
Kinda eerie what I'm feelin - from the floor, to the ceilin
Straight through the roof, want the truth?
I kinda miss robbin and stealin
cause it kept a nigga hungry, only eatin when I starved
I was ugly, so I robbed, no one loved me, shit was hard
Went to God once in a while when it got a little too hectic
He was the only one I knew that I respected (WHY?)
Didn't know why, didn't know what I was livin was a lie
If I ain't shit then, why should I try
See, plenty niggaz die, over dumb shit, up in the hood
Real good heart, but up to no good
Thought I did what I could, but I guess it, wasn't enough
The Devil told me it would happen but I kept callin his bluff
When it rains it pours now, my pains are yours
as yours are what's mine, define, revolvin doors (nigga!)
(Why?) All my niggaz tell me (why) tell me (we die)
Cause we crazy with it, quick to blaze you with it
From in my soul to every word that I curse
with all the agony expressed in this verse;
let me ask my niggaz (why?)
My niggaz tell me (why) tell me (we die)
Because we Gods nigga (and) we go the yard nigga
Because I walk the ground under my feet
and keep it live and stay in tune with the street
Now let me ask my niggaz (why?)
They say the good die young, in the hood where I'm from
I only got one question to that - why the fuck am I here?
I look to the air, I ask God, "Love me please,"
but in reality, only people that hug me is thieves
Same niggaz that send shots through my rugby sleeves
They wanna, slug me and leave, I'm thinkin it must be me
Please shed light, the hood's dark
I did my dirt but got a good heart
Shouldn't that count for somethin?
I was told I'd amount to nothin, most of my childhood
Liked by folks it was stuntin my growth
Seperated me from the shit I was wantin the most
Felt myself comin close to pumpin them O's
Lump in my throat, chest poked out, face was poker
Tryin to, erase my ghostes, chase the smokers
Got demons on both shoulders,
tryin to chauffeur my life through the streets
In other words nigga my will was weak
Please feel what I speak,
this ain't your average ordinary jargon
weak rap niggaz be talkin
This shit is deep, from the mind of Busta, 'X and me
To all my fallen soldiers, rest in peace, til we meet niggaz
I must be cuckoo, like I respect the new-you, never
See you too could get it through your FUBU sweater
like a nigga when he walk in the dark, trespassin
on a nigga land, shots echo loud in the park
I live and die for all the shit I believe
And rep for everything I stand for
with every single breath I breathe
Like the intake from cigarette smoke, it's like you inhale
the demon in the gutter stressed struggled and broke
If the shit was all over tomorrow, I'd leave a treasure
for my kids with a legacy for my CHILDREN to follow
You know it's funny how the good die first
Get the peppin in your steppin faggot nigga
cause you could die worse
Hold on, you know I cut off my arm, in the name of reppin
REAL NIGGAZ in the midst of droppin this bomb
Allah blessin me to rep for the better, and carry on
I-iiii-iiiih, I never thought
Thaaaaaaat I, could fiiiind (excuse me miss)
Someone, so special (can I have a word wit'chu baby)
Miss can I get a second to speak and quietly mention
That I am so into who you are, can I get your attention
My observations of you creates conversations for you
And if you got a little time, I got the patience for you
Okay? Good, you givin me the time to talk?
While I figure it out and sort what I'm tryin to say, let's walk
Just tryin to keep it gutter, respectfully I won't stutter
Don't you agree, we look better when we walk with each other?
I've seen you many times, yes I've encountered many dimes
I'm feelin somethin special with us, it's just one of the many signs
I think that we have to look forward to our go-through
Any war with you regardless what it is I'm tryin to score with you
Sometimes I think and wonder especially through rain and thunder
If I'd ever find the one to ride when I'm on top or under
Until we reach the end, ma with love as I be your friend
Oh; here you can take my number, I hope we can speak again
No matter how mister, no doubt I'll die wit'cha
Until the end of life, lay down on the ground wit'cha
I'll give my life to you; I hope it all comes true
Ready to start for you, I give all my heart to you
And when together I hope we never fall apart you know
Now that it feels so good; our thoughts are understood
I'd like to learn from ya, but I'm 'bout to turn from ya
It's been about a week and I ain't even heard from ya
Is it somethin at all or did I just bump in and fall
And even though you did I see how you was reluctant to call
But it's nothin to crawl before we walk (OOH) listen
And it's nothin to stall before we talk - look
To tell the truth I'm happy I found you and that I can be around you
And thus I'm diggin you, I ain't just tryin to pound you
I'm only tryin to crown you and wife you and wedding gown you
Regardless what I'm with, shorty seem like she always down to
just spend a little time and then CLICK, you know that kind of chemistry
The recipe to then SIP, and a little bit of wine
Mami I like your kind that light the fireworks and bombs up
The type of chick I wanna talk about when I call my moms up
Until the love is empty I credit the one who sent me
The most BEAUTIFULLEST woman and she ridin with me
(I'll do it all) I'll do it all wit'cha, go through any door wit'cha
It doesn't matter I will, go against the law wit'cha
Just know you live through me; your love is all I need
If you ain't know you make me, no one's ever shown you baby
To tell the truth {?} you've got me goin crazy
Your love so real to me; and that's all that I, can see
This is a thing I wanna feel forever, and I ain't goin nowhere
Cause you mean so much to me
No matter how my people try to doubt ya, I know the truth about ya
It doesn't matter to me
Baby I love you and I always told ya, I'm always here to hold ya
Cause you do so much for me
No matter how they try they can't deceive us, nothin can come between us
Cause you mean so much to me
Listen; trust me and I will trust you, I ain't into tryin to fuss boo
Deeper than any lust, I'm only tryin to mindfuck you
That's probably why and maybe I can nickname you my baby
Now that you made me a man you're officially now my lady
Despite the stormy weather I cherish your love forever
And nourish everything we have 'til we grow old together
I'll never trick you, mislead or try to be shaky wit'chu
Yeah I know
A lot of you niggaz don't plan on the day when you'd have to see me
You see - I'm that nigga that you should really be afraid of
I dig graves for niggaz like you
We gon' get more acquainted at a time when you least expect it
Do you ever think (do you ever think)
What life would be (what life would be)
Where you will go (where will you go)
After you die (after you die)
You fucked up nigga!
You know that when that time comes and nobody is checkin
And everything you had is gone in the split of a second
That's when it starts hittin the fan and it gets real in this bitch
Just face the fact your shit's a wrap and you gotta deal with the shit
Despite I talk about it, I ain't makin fun of them niggaz
I give thanks cause I've been blessed and I ain't one of them niggaz
Can't imagine how difficult it is, I know you suspect
that shit around you is lookin dumb, it's gettin hard to accept it
Alone in the mirror, you look at yourself and you smile
Disregarding the fact your running's been done for a while
Refuse to acknowledge the truth like the mind of a child
Continue frontin, like it's nothin while you live in denial
While all your people around you start to leave you in the same place
You overexert the little you have left to save face
You tryin to hide your expression from lookin worried
on what to do when your career is buried
Niggaz ain't GIVIN a fuck about your flows no more
You ain't the star you were, fuckin the same hoes no more
Promoters ain't payin and bookin you for shows no more
You ain't whippin the Range, you ain't whippin a Rolls no more
Reality starts to settle in, you're sweatin every wake up
You're broke and now you gotta return your jewelry to Jacob
You run around and you front like you're still on fire
But nobody believes you; and now you live as a liar
You're onnly lyin to yourself cause it's evident in the proof
As your world continues to crumble, come to terms with the truth
You're still holdin on to them days when everything was about you
But niggaz don't even remember you enough to just shout you
I remember when you did your thing without a doubt tastefully
The problem was you didn't know when to bow out gracefully
Once told, never burn out, it's best to fade away
Preserve your value so that you can live to see a greater day
People see you and it's bugged that you mean nothin
You doin shit and front to prove to people you mean somethin
It happens in the vicious when the truth starts to settle in
You step to the door of the club and see that you ain't gettin in
Forgettin you a man first, chasin the fame
Got to remember, morals and principles, reppin your name proper
but most niggaz don't, and they whole life hurried
What do you do when your career is buried
Okay
I told you we was gonna get more acquainted
at a time when you least expect it nigga
I'm here to lay you to rest once and for all
You've been dead a long time but you refuse to accept that shit
But it's okay
Nigga shut the FUCK UP AND GET IN THE BOX NIGGA! (WAIT!! Please!)
It was custom built for all niggaz like you
You just don't wanna accept when it's time to hang it up
(Stop! BITCH!) See you in the afterlife nigga (Wait! HELP!!!)
WHEVER THE FUCK THAT IS!! (SOMEBODY HELP!!)
(I CAN'T BREATHE, NIGGA!)
(OPEN THIS SHIT NIGGA!)
(OPEN THIS SHIT!!
(OPEN THIS SHIT!!
(SOMEBODY HELP!! HEY!!)
(OPEN THIS SHIT MOTHERFUCKER WHAT YOU DOIN)
Y'know, my homey Treach from Naughty By Nature once said
If you ain't from the ghetto, don't COME to the fuckin ghetto
But I'ma let one of our most immaculate tour guides
take us ALL through the ghetto - my nigga Rick James!
When I was a young boy, growin up in the ghetto!
Hangin out on corners, singin with the fellas
Lookin for the cute chicks, tryin to find me big fun
Lookin for some trouble, or anyone who'll give me some
I was young and crazy! (In the ghetto)
Didn't know what my life would be (In the ghetto)
I was dumb and oh so lazy (In the ghetto)
Something had a spell on me (In the ghetto)
You all know what I'm talkin 'bout (Talkin 'bout ghetto life)
(Talkin 'bout ghetto life)
You all know what I'm singin 'bout (Talkin 'bout ghetto life)
Ghetto liiiiiiiiife (Talkin 'bout ghetto life)
(In the ghetto) Sure we be takin them chances
While we search for the answers we be smokin them cancer sticks
Police provokin muh'fuckers we dancin
And we be dodgin them bullets they be poppin off at us, shit
But yet we always romance the street
And fall in love with the hood 'til somebody come blast the heat
Always up to no good, so all of my fam could eat
See in the hood we hungry - hey nigga we playin for keeps
My soldiers on the block get on it
It be good if you flaunt it, we will take if we want it
See niggaz from the ghetto got a different state of mind
With a different kind of hustle and we iller with the grind
And develop our muscle 'til we sicker with the shine
In the struggle, thus our money come quicker doin crime
I see the way we rep the hood, gotta love me
You can take me out the ghetto, but you can't take it from me
Gotta love it
(Talkin 'bout ghetto life)
Ghetto liiiiiiiiife (Talkin 'bout ghetto life)
You all know what I'm singin 'bout (Talkin 'bout ghetto life)
Ghetto liiiiiiiiife (Talkin 'bout ghetto life)
(In the ghetto) That's where we get into that street shit
Hustle hard, try to get money quick (In the ghetto)
That's where I got my name from
I learned to get money and I got all my game from (In the ghetto)
That's where you eat with a bunch of the wolves
And get to hustlin as hard as you could (In the ghetto)
Until your cake stackin shit'll get good
Throw a block party for the whole hood (In the ghetto)
With them burnout cellys
Talk crazy, sell drugs in front of Pancho Deli
Crackhead chicks still smuggle babies in they belly
And them piss in elevators 'til the lobby all smelly (In the ghetto)
That's where I keep my ratchets
Get my instincts and survival tactics
Ain't nuttin like the hood nigga, I don't care
You survivin in the ghetto you can make it anywhere
Gotta love it
To my East coast niggaz - rep your ghetto
West coast niggaz - rep your ghetto
Midwest niggaz - rep your ghetto
Down South niggaz - rep your ghetto
To my East coast niggaz - rep your ghetto
West coast niggaz - rep your ghetto
Midwest niggaz - rep your ghetto
To my Dirty South niggaz - rep your ghetto
(In the ghetto) Even though they act rude
You'll always find a good chick to hold a brick for they dude
Behind the bullshit, me and my clique on the move
We honor the code of the street, and live by the rules (In the ghetto)
Is where, all of the hood's at
Find the most crooks and they sell the most drugs at
Where you find beautiful women and rugrats
And some of the most powerful people, I love that!
C'mon
(Talkin 'bout ghetto life)
You all know what I'm talkin 'bout (Talkin 'bout ghetto life)
(Talkin 'bout ghetto life)
You all know what I'm singin 'bout (Talkin 'bout ghetto life)
Ghetto liiiiiiiiife (Talkin 'bout ghetto life)
(In the ghetto)
"Never mind who you thought I was, I'm Rick James BITCH!"
Aiyyo; ah to my people on the left (get down!)
Uh-huh; to my people on the right (get down!)
Uh-huh; ah to my people in the middle (get down!)
Check it
You see a fresh off the grill nigga keepin it hot
Now watch it spread all through the hood I'm back controllin the block
With one of rap's greatest ever Timbaland production
Y'all niggaz know just what to do; go 'head, follow instructions
When the God's in the building (get down!)
Uh-huh; I know you niggaz know the feelin (get down!)
Alright; and if you ready and you willin (SAY YO!)
Okay; throw your hands to the ceiling (get down!)
Alright; go 'head and stack another million (get down!)
Jumpin around like you ain't really carin (get down!)
Ladies rippin off everything they wearin (HEY YO!)
I'm on top of the throne nigga, you know I ain't sharin (get down!)
Now you know; I wanna hear you say it (DO-DOH-DOHHHHH, DO-DOH-DOH)
I wanna hear my muh'fuckers say it (DO-DOH-DOHHHHH, DO-DOH-DOH)
A lil' louder muh'fuckers say it (DO-DOH-DOHHHHH, DO-DOH-DOH!)
C'mon; a lil' louder nigga, say it (DO-DOH-DOHHHHH, DO-DOH-DOH!!!!)
Until the block start blowin blowin up (get down!)
Uh-huh; and e'rybody throwin up (get down!)
'Til they got the fire marshall showin up (get down!)
Or until the club start closin up (get down!)
Okay; see how a nigga walk through 'em when the beat put a spark to him
Let me just talk to 'em (LADIES) quit'cha man
Go 'head put them plans off (LADIES) well okay
Go 'head and piss your man off (LADIES)
Take your pants off and shake it for 'em (SHAKE IT LIKE A DOG FOR 'EM)
And put your ass on 'em (SHAKE IT LIKE A DOG FOR 'EM)
Go 'head and spaz on 'em (SHAKE IT LIKE A DOG FOR 'EM)
Now put the mash on 'em (SHAKE IT LIKE A DOG FOR 'EM)
Okay; now from the root to the tree to the top of the building
See they ain't fuckin with me killa (hit 'em)
Boom bap as far as you can see, got 'em bouncin and hoppin
Nigga you can't stop me scrilla (hit 'em)
Well okay; and if you with me say it (DO-DOH-DOHHHHH, DO-DOH-DOH)
I wanna hear my muh'fuckers say it (DO-DOH-DOHHHHH, DO-DOH-DOH)
A lil' louder muh'fuckers say it (DO-DOH-DOHHHHH, DO-DOH-DOH!)
C'mon; a lil' louder nigga, say it (DO-DOH-DOHHHHH, DO-DOH-DOH!!!!)
Yeah - well okay; and while you niggaz party shit I spit a jewel for the thug
Before a nigga try to front make sure your tool in the club
That ain't the basis of this shit, though it's true when it's love
they'll have you niggaz whylin like a fuckin fool on the drug
Now if you with me muh'fucker (get down!)
Uh-huh; we gettin gizzle muh'fucker (get down!)
Word to God; we make it sizzle muh'fucker (get down!)
Uh-huh; I'm on my grizzle holla back (OWWW!)
Well okay; see how the God bounce back while you niggaz just sound sloppy
Givin you niggaz shit they'll be knowin you can't copy
The way the God be spillin all over the track
Get off my dick, tell your bitch holla back (OWWW!)
C'mon; violate with me up in the spot is a no-no
A lot of niggaz shit trash, soundin all so-so
Shinin so much D's takin my photo
Lower the brim of my fitted while I try to be low-pro
We gettin mo' cheddar while you stuntin with no dough
Gotta skip the line shit movin in slow-mo
Shorty whylin out, try to hit with a low blow
With her crotch on my thigh, rubbin all on her cho-cho
SHAKE YO' SHIT 'til you fall on the flo'
Sho' we be fuckin class bitches, I ain't fuckin with no hoe
Bust two shots - let me hear it (BO! BO!)
'Til the security get para' when they callin the po'-po'
If you with me say it (DO-DOH-DOHHHHH, DO-DOH-DOH)
I wanna hear my muh'fuckers say it (DO-DOH-DOHHHHH, DO-DOH-DOH)
A lil' louder muh'fuckers say it (DO-DOH-DOHHHHH, DO-DOH-DOH!)
C'mon; a lil' louder nigga, say it (DO-DOH-DOHHHHH, DO-DOH-DOH!!!!)
(Get down)
(LADIES)
(SHAKE IT LIKE A DOG FOR 'EM)
Doctor, yeah
I think we got some shit for 'em (FLIP-MOOODE!)
Yeah I'ma rub these sticks together
Check it, and start a bonfire
And if you don't see it y'all niggaz can't fuck with our
FLIPMODE MOVEMENT - bounce in your truck to us
Y'ALL GET STUPID - don't try to fuck with us
Because you will get carried away, yeah you'll get carried away
Now I'm subtle, once I pick up my metal
Put my foot on the pedal, ridin through every ghetto
Analyze the shit I'm seein when I sip Amaretto
A lot of bitches on the strip, struttin in they stilettos
Then they wave and say hello, when my Lambo' is yellow
Everything they got a jingle when they walk like ah-Jello
See the niggaz on the corner and I never forget it
And I never regret because I see how you get it
Now because of you niggaz, I'm a hustler nigga
'Gnac guzzler nigga, rip your jugular nigga
In the night I become the type to love when it's dark
Cause when I pull up and park, is when I'm makin my mark
See the fact's that I'm tryin to strive and capitalize in
Start to max-a-mimize and b-build a ent-ter-prise
And wh-while I'm stockin this bread, keep ah-stockin the lead
And leave a permanent dot, on the top of your head
Ill Will, Flip-mooode!
I'm the enigma, there is none harder, smarter
Martyr, Godfather, my interest, your departure
Pardon Dre this beat is a monster, catchy
Like sleepin under open windows that's drafty
Then wakin up my throat scratchy, that's how I spit it nasty
They short, a few inches North of a dwarf
My flow's Murcielago, ghostin them narcos
Toast in the ways of the original Pablos
Still a pyramid architect, mix liquors like a chemist
Killer lyricist, poetical tyrant
Sneaker store terrorist, Mt. Everest I climbed it
Heat is drawn, no creepin on me whenever I'm bent
My mind spray, my nine spray
And freak styles like 3000 Andre
To keep pilin, keep pushin them drops
Nas, runnin with hot Busta Bust, we don't stop
Now I'm hot, and we runnin the block
Watch me run in your spot, fiends comin in flocks
Add a little cut to the coke when I'm cookin the pot
DRUGS, BITCH! I got what you want come and get what I got
Now I almost forgot, I come to close up your shop
I love to fold up a knot, love totin the glock
Helps me feel safer when niggaz try to scheme on my plot
Try to steal paper from me you gotta deal with a lot
See I will leave you to rot, only defendin my stock
Niggaz know they pussy and struggle to pretend that they not
Lose your life in the drop, while I harvest the crop
My hot shit; bust a cannon have you run in your socks
See we live on the edge, bang shit with a sledgehammer
Split up your head, kill a snitch for the feds
Let's go, for the streets I'm always spittin a gospel
Ai-ya-ya-yio...
Busta Rhymes ya gotsa be the sure shot
Flipmode ya gotsa be the sure shot
Aftermath ya gotsa be the sure shot
My live niggaz y'know; who be the sure shot?
Live bitches y'know; who be the sure shot?
Shhhiiieeettt...
I'm back in ya soul just like a minister
I'm big like a movie, I'm on the screen and at the cinema
While I'm in the process of slowly gettin rid of ya
I'm back over bitches, and then I throw 'em in my videa
Yeah, yeah, the God of the block
Y'know me killa had you spreadin the spot wet and +Twist It+ like Olivia
Oh shit, flow so sick in the committeea
We know you a slouch duke, we don't even consider ya
Boss nigga, see or hear me in ya area
The more niggaz, the murders, the more the money, the more the merrier
Smash shit 'til everything become mass hysteria
Hungry for street shit, see I be takin care of ya check nigga
Fuck all the talk, homey I'm daring ya
The lead from the shot'll poision ya blood like malaria
made back and sell it over exotic
Worm skin interior, my swagger to my bitch the more money
It's all superior
When we in the spot y'know that we sure to shine (to shine)
It's all so holy and so divine
Analyze niggaz 'til we can read ya mind
Sometimes a real live nigga is hard to find
We like, "drugs overdose niggaz every time"
(Cocaina baby, cocaina baby, cocaina baby, cocaina baby)
(Cocaina baby, cocaina baby, cocaina baby, cocaina baby)
We like, "drugs overdose niggaz every time"
(Cocaina baby, cocaina baby)
Yo, I'm tired of tellin ya
Back on my bullshit, fuckin put a shell in ya
Gangster niggaz respect it, salute me on the regular
When it comes to the street shit, define me as the emperor
Check it my nigga.. most of you muhfuckers amateur
I muster the nigga quick and damage any challenger
But now y'know, "Oh a nigga flow so spectacular"
Break niggaz down and handle you muhfuckin characters
Captain of this shit but most of you niggaz is passengers
I'm takin it back to the hood, like '87 Maximas
Yeah, yeah y'know who the truth, no need for askin the, same question again
to get the same answer bruh, fasten ya seatbelt
Bitches fuck wit the bachelor
wit' money like a thousand coke deals from here to Panama
Strike like a brightness, a light.. I'm here to dazzle ya
Whole hood from the boroughs, to the niggaz up in Attica
Soldiers in the streets, the Middle East, way down to Canada
When it comes to the block, y'know I'm the ambassador
Follow nobody's footsteps, but said it like a scavenger
Wanna talk money bitch!? Then holla at my manager
The way y'all niggaz is trash, my crew'll get to blasting ya
Twelve shot clip, hollow tips, quick to plaster ya
All over the cement, spread ya like I'm mashing
Everything, Bus-a-Bus date... but check ya fuckin calendar!
Take me all the waaayyy, where you are (cocaina baby, cocaina baby, cocaina baby)
I really want to mattteee, take me now
Take us far awaayyy, to the skkkyyy (cocaina baby, cocaina baby, cocaina baby)
Been through the storm, through the cold and rain
Everything's still the same
Can't control how I feel
Sometimes it's hard to keep it real
You see the luxuries in life, with the fortune and fame
Like them Cadillacs with sunroofs mayne
So many ways to make a dollar
Huh, sometimes I think about my father
You see my poppa was broke, and my momma was young
Tryin to blend in with them city folk
Every day landlord knockin down my do'
Wonderin where my next blessing is comin from
My momma and poppa, moved to the U.S. as Jamaicans
Struggled to get visas and green cards through immigration
Though my pop was po', stayed away from crime and malice
Hard living gave him hard hands and callous
As a young'n, peep how much they loved each other's space
His hard hands rubbin against the pretty skin of my mother's face
Dig for treasure 'til his hands looked like hands of a junkie
So coarse, slap a mule and take the life from a donkey
On the other hand, mommy was the type to work two jobs
Never enough money, that's why I got your whole crew robbed
Got older, developed ways of grippin the steel
Barely home for me to see her, or get a good cooked meal
Seek refuge in the alleged land of the free, lookin
Blendin in with city folk, down in Flatbush Brooklyn
Feel a little of my pain, follow and sing to it
Homey I seen it all, if you ain't knowin I been through it
In other words I
Got a little older, late teens, me and my crew would huddle
On the corner late nights, plottin to escape struggle
Nights got cold and still would hustle in the same place
In front of Pancho Delis, now the freeze up on a nigga face
1987 Reaganomics ever curious
to visit other cities, out of town kick was serious
Guayanese jeans bounce, put whatever slinger on
Whatever slinger came back, quickly brought me right along
Nigga ran away from home
Doin different wild shit, just to put a pair of Filas on, 'Didas on
Wreck is all for the good, gettin into shit
Like we innocent, actin older than should
Walk around broke in the hood, watchin all the rich niggaz
These younger thugs who try to choke and try to get niggaz
Thinkin 'bout my mom and pop, while I'm monopolizin
To hell with just gettin by and economizin
It's kinda hard bein humble in the belly of struggle
Doin things that probably get you in trouble
That's why we stay up on the block, gettin money while we keepin it safe
In front of churchgoers keepin the faith
Mom and pop be worryin for they son
Despite they struggle and their honest livin look and see just what I become
A scavenger, in brute pursuit to be happy, another young'n that's wildin
Across the line until somebody tryin to cap me - ohhhh shit
I been through the storm
Through the cold and rain
Everything's still the same
Can't control how I feel
Sometimes it's hard to keep it real
Woooooooooooooo-whoahhhhhhhhhhhhh
[Busta Rhymes]
Ok (ahh)
Yeahh (ahh)
Oh, we about to get it just a lil hot and sweaty in this mu'fucka (oh, baby)
Ladies let's go (uhh)
Soldiers let's go (dolls)
Let me talk to y'all and just you know
Give you a little situation... listen (fellas)
[Buster Rhymes]
Pussycat Dolls
Ya see this shit get hot
Everytime I come through when I step up in the spot (are you ready)
Make the place sizzle like a summertime cookout
Prowl for the best chick
Yes I'm on the lookout (lets dance)
Slow bangin shorty like a belly dancer with it
Smell good, pretty skin, so gangsta with it (oh, baby)
No tricks only diamonds under my sleeve
Gimme tha number
But make sure you call before you leave
[Pussycat Dolls]
I know you like me (I know you like me)
I know you do (I know you do)
Thats why whenever I come around
She's all over you (she's all over you)
I know you want it (I know you want it)
It's easy to see (it's easy to see)
And in the back of your mind
I know you should be fucking me (babe)
[Chorus:]
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me?
Don't cha
Don't cha
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me?
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me?
Don't cha
Don't cha
Fight the feeling (fight the feeling)
Leave it alone (leave it alone)
Cause if it ain't love
It just aint enough to leave my happy home (my happy home)
Let's keep it friendly (let's keep it friendly)
You have to play fair (you have to play fair)
See I dont care
But I know She ain't gonna wanna share
[Chorus:]
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me?
Don't cha
Don't cha
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me?
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me?
Don't cha
Don't cha
[Busta Rhymes]
Ok, I see how it's goin' down (ahh, don't cha)
Seems like shorty wanna little menage pop off or somethin, let's go
Well let me get straight to it
Every broad wan watch a nigga when I come through it
It's the god almighty, lookin all brand new
If shorty wanna jump in my ass then vanjewish
Lookin at me all like she really wanna do it
Tryna put it on me till my balls black an blueish
Ya wanna play wit ah playa girl then play on
Strip out the channel
And leave the lingerie on
Watch me and I'mma watch you at the same time
Lookin at ya wan break my back
You the very reason why I keep a pack ah the Magnum
An wit the wagon hit chu in the back of tha magnum
For the record, don't think it was somethin you did
Shorty all on me cuz it's hard to resist the kid
I got a idea that's dope for y'all
As y'all could get so I could hit the both of y'all
[Pussycat Dolls]
I know she loves you (I know she loves you)
So I understand (I understand)
I'd probably be just as crazy about you
If you were my own man
Maybe next lifetime (maybe next lifetime)
Possibly (possibly)
Until then old friend
Your secret is safe with me
[Chorus:]
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me?
Don't cha
Don't cha
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me?
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me?
Don't cha
Don't cha
[Busta Rhymes]
(whoo)
(yeah)
hey yo techs move where ya black it's gonna be one of them hot summers (yeah)
Busta bust down
(Uh oh, Uh oh, Uh oh, Uh oh)
here we go
(Uh oh, Uh oh, Uh oh, Uh oh)
flip mo
(Uh oh, Uh oh, Uh oh, Uh oh)
Lumidee
hey yo ,ya know why she going uh oh, right?
check it
You got a hotter other than my Copacabana, Mama
Gotta lotta shit with you when I'm loving persona Mama
Always love to get with you whenever
u need me, mama holla
How you check me, can you give me the oochie walla walla
Swallow a couple shots of Jag and make a dolla
Lil' mama in the crib with a poke to complete your scalla
Talk about an example of a shorty that might need to prowla
Got a chick in the bug, it come with a little shoppahora
Take you to the Caribbean down the Carolina
To the Mediterranean and enjoy the water
When the role is wacky, you keepin' me stocky
Takin' care of this super Mike
When you check on your Papi
When you're right baby, hug me with all your might
And put it on, cause you know it's on tonight
Break up or make up, you know we I'm gone
when you find an empty ride
we will be together and still be bright
[Lumidee]
Never ever wanna let you go
Tell me what you're feeling, cause I want to know
If you're around, you know I'm down
I'll be that girl that keeps you around
I'm only here, just because
It feels good, say enough to keep you right
Believe your love
I never thought you'd be the one that make me shine
brighter than the sun
There ain't no ups and downs
No in and out, you're here right now
[Chorus]
If you want me to stay, I'll never leave
If you want me to stay, we'll always be
If you want me to stay, love endlessly
If you want me to stay, if you want me to stay
I'll never leave you
Uh oh, Uh oh, Uh oh, Uh oh
[Fabolous]
Fabolous (uh),Lumidee
I ain't never gon' believe
Whoever gonna leave
You feel so good on my arm
Somethin like the baseball jacket with a leather on
the sleeve
All flooded Tommy's that cost seven hundred g's
You lovin', hate the type that love everyone to see
Baby girl, go down like she never wanna breathe ,whoo!(uh oh)
I got a playa right, cause this kid don't usually let them stay tonight
And when I know you wrong, I say it right
And when I wanna say no, I say I might
Cause it's real talk, you know it ain't another
And anytime I'm gone, you know I'm thinkin of you
And anytime you need, you know I got you covered
You know none of the others do what I does
I keep your rocks bluer than hers
Keep your shoes newer than hers
And I do it because, uh
[Chorus]
Now this is the tale of a murderer who comes from the caucus cliffs
happy Thanksgiving
he robbed and stole and killed for greed and packed us on slave ships
happy Thanksgiving
he took us off to stolen lands it seemed like hell for sure
happy Thanksgiving
with the crack and the guns, death and disease they called for you and your
happy Thanksgiving
No whips no brew no weed to smoke not a single luxury
If not for the bloodshed that it cost the struggle would be lost
say it again
the struggle would be lost
say it again
the struggle would be lost
say it again
the struggle would be lost
say it again
the struggle would be lost
say it again
the struggle would be lost
The struggle will be lost
If you continue to do the shit you be doin' with disloyalty nigga
Now that explains why in each ward you avoiding me nigga
Knowing now it takes nothing to be destroying a nigga
Conditioned with a mind to shit on your brother
Flossing with jewelry and whips just like a dick and still live with your mother
Copping shit that superceded your salary
Where is your loyalty to your own blood and taking care of your family
Funny how you sit and drink what you drink
Thinking the foulest shit and not even knowing why you think how you think
Must be the reason why we aren't aware
Because the devil know how guilty and filthy he is in all his affairs
Fucking with my mind when I was a youngster
Cause he know if we knew the truth we'd make his ass run from amongst us
That's why we thinking that it's better to ball
while the devil be sitting and watching plotting how to murder us all
now this
Hey yo
That's why I'm hustling harder
Now I'm in a huddle seeing the struggle in my mother and father
That's why my persona will come with such a karma to be getting this paper
Cause I ain't with the slavery labor
A lot of niggas in the hood probly relate to me greater
than those that believe when they die they going to meet the creator that's crazy
how we become slaves
to mental death and power that comes with becoming even more of a dumber ass
the devil robbing you blind
concealing the truth from niggas while we be struggling they murder the mind
the wickedness sneak on you quicker when they creep from behind
continue to speak the truth ?til it weaken your spine
now check it
the jewel I give you be the beat the beat for the time
you can't see it like you living on a street for the blind
young whitty hustler niggas that stick with the grind
fly cuisine food poisoned cause you eatin' the swine
I stay struggling and doin' for delf
Then I dig in my body deeper and do a little knowledge of self
They wonder why they catch a nigga on the weed sell
Better be careful what you saying on them e-mails
Now listen
They got your mind in a prison
You can do whatever you want but focus if you desire to listen
As I say it I hope you feelin' the wrath
Create a hammer to make a man that a beat you in the head with the math
Branded... scorned is the one who raaaan
What do you do when your branded? And you know you're a man.
Wherever you go, for the rest of your life
You must proooooove, you're a man
See now I'm back wit the force, read about the kid
from the front to the back of The Source
You see me back on the course
Scream on every beat untill my voice get crackled and horse
Front seat niggas never sit in the back wit a boss
Fuck the fact that it cost, the pricetag of the porche
Will cost ya life, have ya motha feel an immaculate loss
*Breath* But of course, come and speak to the best
And watch me spit a jewel sharper to carve the meat of your flesh
You lookin weak in the chest, you see the street is a test
Women on the stoop smokin holdin a seed to they breast
You see the street is a mess
Strugglin holdin a couple pounds of weed then the rest
Now I proceed to the rest of my niggas Keepin it fresh,
Though we must stay on the grind I supersceded the stress,
We always seem to finesse from the East to the West,
You Know we w-w-we keep the teflon from the street to the vest
Kill that nigga slow like how you get defeated in chess
Got you under pressure--hairline receaded effects
Hot air niggas I only feel the heat from your breath,
Rap niggas beef in they album probably needed the press
And as a man I never found the slightest need to impress
Another man because I'm proud and I believe that I'm blessed
But yo I always found the need to adress these weaker niggas
That speak to the street always keepin the people abreast
Now you've been branded...
Higher science and I'm changin the crime in,
Watch my son cuz you'd be fuckin wit the child of a Giant
Im in a place stuck between bein lovin and violent,
Becomin more of a threat when I move subtle and silent,
Then set it off to be the only one to quiet the riot
My destiny's the only thing between the sky and the pilot,
Relate, it's like bustin a 3-8
Be late, I be takin most of the brick leavin a pile outta shape
I never quit watchin these niggas try to hide they mistake,
Takin a shit watchin they body floatin by in the lake
Make it quick you weak niggas better try to escape,
And create the quickest way to reach the fire escape.
Snitch niggas always quick to go and lie on a tape,
But it's o-k cuz Super Hero niggas die wit a cape,
It's so great to watch them finally break, stand aside from the fake
Street niggas gotta slide for the take
Bein broke and not bein able to buy me a steak
Stackin my paper so see now I can buy an estate,
so I rely on the love and I reply to the hate
So much pain in the struggle my whole body'll ache...come on...
From the gates, so awake that was the plan of my fate
Now I'm straight...got me my OWN knife and fork on my plate
Wanna scorch a debate, wait...do me a favor nigga jus REMEMBER
Hey yo Swizz..
This shit sound like some shit
The streets wanna do the merengue to (yeah)
Or dance around a sombrero to, WHOO!!!
Yeah, another special from Flipmode Records
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah here we go!
Streets! Flipmode baby, yeah check it Busta Bus baby
Yeah, Rah Digga now, c'mon
Check it, huh
If you ain't noticed yet I have come wit a throne
See I was gone for a minute but now I'm home
The way I touch it you can feel it in your bones
Fuck wit the kid cause I'm taking you into another zone
See it don't matter what you think or what you say
I always love for the street every single day
You better get down on your knees, you better pray
Cause goin' against the grain of this Squad
I promise you will pay! (WHOO!)
You see Flipmode is the team that I rep forever
Respecting the Code of Honor staying together
It's getting hot I think you should take off the sweater
Rattle and knock all of your troops who goin to get this cheddar
See when we come I'm wondering how they gon' manage
Show em mysteriously watch how they vanish
See when we finish just analyze all the damage
No matter who you are, we accept any and EVERY challenge (yeah)
Yeah yeah, I think we got 'em again this time
Flipmode c'mon!
I think I - I think wanna say something like this (like this)
People denying that they feeling our shit
So we hit 'em with the really crazy flow (crazy flow)
To let 'em know that we be hitting it fa' sho
Time goes by, in your life
And we're still here together
I hope you know that this is really not a game
The way I put it down you will remember the name
The way we change it up shit is never the same
And when I'm finished I promise I'll have you niggas feel ashamed
For giving the people shit they ain't really loving
It's funny to me but y'all niggas be buggin'
But it's aight because I will continue flooding the streets
With heat for the ladies and niggas who be thugging
And if you want it then bring shit wit open arms (spread love baby)
While I continuously give you niggas bombs
al Salam Alaykom ... Alaykom Salam
I'm in the abscence of confusion holding the world in my palms
I'm tired of telling you there ain't nothing greater
Swinging the torch and repping for Violator
So tell the DJ to go and turn up the fader
Putting it down for the streets regardless what you saying playa!
How many times am I gunna have to tell y'all?
Flipmode run these streets, c'mon!
I wish I - I wish I had just a little more time (more time)
Instead I give you this and leave more on your mind (on your mind)
Me and Busta Bus be making crazy doe (crazy doe)
So you know that we be killing it fa' sho
Time goes by, in your life
And we're still here together
I will be here just to hold you down
We'll still be around
Cause we will rock forever
Dirty reppin' the Squad, don't even get me started
Getting worldwide love keeping the street regardless
Ever since kindergarten, always been the sharpest
Doin' this for my fam cause home is where the heart is
Other crews could chill, all of y'all days are numbered
Bus got the Yellow Digga coming in the Navy Hummer
Start quality, guess I should thank my mother
"Bionic Woman" on the mic like I was Jamie Sommers
Now, I know that you don't wanna really take it there
Digga and Bus you know we make the perfect pair
We keep it gully wit a little latin flare, it's unfair
Oh well, how I still be spitting and keep everybody all up in the mix
It's only right that I shout my brother Swizz
Flipmode and we only making hits
It's like this, c'mon
Baby I say, what people say
We gon' keep it on lock from day to day
Let 'em know that we both are here to stay
So keep it hot baby, don't stop baby
The Flipmode is in the spot we run the place
Busta Bus and Rah Digga all in your face
When we step up in the spot we controlling the space
We keep it hot baby, we won't stop baby
Hey yo Swizz, once again see how we do it to 'em? c'mon!
Flipmode Records, J Records
Rah Digga, Flipmode baby
Yeah, Swizz Beats baby
Yeah c'mon, full surface baby
Check it yeah, big up to Mynx, what
We make it clap, we make it clap (Huh!)
Yeah yeah yeah (Flipmode!!!) Busta Rhymes (Busta Rhymes!!!)
Sean-A-Paul (Sean Paul!!!)
One more time (Ha!!!) kill 'em with a rhyme (Huh!!!)
Remix time (remix!!!) a dutty yeah, yo, Spliff Star (Spliff!!!)
Flipmode Squad (Ha!!!) we kill 'em with a rhyme, a dutty yeah
Cau mi seh jump up clap oonu hand and siddung get up
And mi nah wig out mek everybody flip out oonu fi carry on
To get tired I waan chillout, all a di gal a sweat out
Mek your body keep clappin on
Flipmode a roll wid all di hottest set a gal dem inna di dance
And Dutty Cup we deyah mek di gal dem jump up and prance
Busta Rhymes and Sean-A-Paul di lyrical magician
There fi mek dem switch and jump up wave up dem hands
Flipmode a roll wid all di hottest set a gal dem inna di dance
And Dutty Cup we deyah mek di gal dem jump up and prance
Busta Rhymes and Sean-A-Paul di lyrical magician
There fi mek dem switch and jump up wave up dem hands, so push it up deh
Back with the remix with Spliff and Sean-A-Paul on the corner
Can't believe when we do it we smack it down how we wanna
Keepin it comin keepin it goin cause we ain't playin
I'm talkin to all my people cause what I'm sayin is
In case you ain't know and in case you ain't heard
And if you want us to set it just give me the word
This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin them birds
To all my shorties wigglin they shakin they curves
We make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap
Poor snapper, lookin at shorty shakin it and makin it clap
Booty big pokin out like twenties on the lap
When I give it to her shorty know how to throw it back
Booty bangin to the beat sometimes we overlap-sing
Gal peel out your blouse and your tight-jeans
Let me lick you down dip you with some ice-cream
Gal holla holla my name when I slide-in
Thunderstorm, rain, sleet and light-ning
Hold me tight feel the triniman grin-ding and grin-ding and grin-ding
Gal dip and bounce start whin-ning
You see Spliff, Sean Paul and Busta Rhymes, seen
We got dough) You could tell by what we dri-ving
Lookin at the jewels) How it's different and blin-ding
And blin-ding and blin-ding it's like that make it clap now
We make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap
Flipmode a roll wid all di hottest set a gal dem inna di dance
And Dutty Cup we deyah mek di gal dem jump up and prance
Busta Rhymes and Sean-A-Paul di lyrical magician
There fi mek dem switch and jump up wave up dem hands
Flipmode a roll wid all di hottest set a gal dem inna di dance
And Dutty Cup we deyah mek di gal dem jump up and prance
Busta Rhymes and Sean-A-Paul di lyrical magician
There fi mek dem switch and jump up wave up dem hands
We make it clap deh, keep it a clap gal wiggle yuh body
Mi waan fi see all a di style weh yuh a pack deh
Listen di lyrics a weh mi dun mi all a chat seh
Rotate yuh body then non stop like apache
Dawn and Karyn or Angie and Patsy
Inna di videolight just like a big sunday matinee
Nuff fi gimme di light mi blow di smoke like apache
Mashin up di dance and mi flatten it, we make it clap
Who a call me the abominal snowman
Put it down make 'em say it's such a phenominal show man
Unbelievable how you be stackin the dough man
When we rollin a thousand headcracks in a row man
The way we start the show and how we constantly flow man
Regular paper comin watch me properly blow man
Come on keepin it comin keepin it goin cause we ain't playin
I'm talkin to all of my people because what I'm sayin is
We make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap
Just make it clap, just make it clap
Ay yo we 'bout to take everybody from every street
And throw a party in the Grand Canyon, come on!!!
Ah ha, yeah yeah, uh ah uh, yeah yeah, ah, ah, ah
Flipmode baby, yeah, check it out
Hey! Hey! Ain't no fakin the fluid
Water drippin off asses of women that's shakin it to it
While I'm takin you through it, no mistakin my crew is
Flipmode baby!!! got you actin all stupid
Now I'm back in the cupid, just to tell you the truth is
Them niggas that be havin you blacken and ready to lose it
Pushin lambos and harley rockin Roberto Cavalli (Huh!)
Now I got a new hobby diamonds and tattoos and bodies
Watch me crash through the party, go 'head and spaz girl
Tatoo in the name of my click across yo' ass girl
We 'bout to blast girl, from here to Albuquerque
Like jamaican niggas rockin big chains in socker jerseys
Take you on hotter journeys, the way we put it down
And be hittin be havin you shittin more than a box of hersheys
We come to control it we come to command it
And just for the record we always come to set a new standard
Act like you know
Incase you ain't know and incase you ain't heard
And if you want us to set it just give me the word
This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin them birds
To all my shorties wigglin they shakin they curves
Just make it clap, Just make it clap, Just make it clap
Just make it clap
See you a hot little mama it's only right that I holla
Love your face love your smile love that ass in a Prada
Make it, bounce up and down like the six four impalla
Turn around wiggle it like you shakin it for dollars
Girl your skin tone pretty and you love top wear Vickey
Sport Gucci and Gabbana when you love the world is sticky
Got a, crib in the city with a cherry eight fifty
We could cruise down the avenue and shop till you dizzy
Throw some karats in your pinky have your neck and wrist blingy
I could bless you with it all boo but never say gimme
We can, pop yellow bottles push whips in all models
Vroom vroom on the Calisport instead of Gucci goggles
I'm a fly little nigga boo enough for you to dig it boo
Hit me up later we can go somewhere and kick it boo
The name is Spliff baby I'll make you man hate me
Cause my shit's steak and gravy plus my pipe gettin crazy baby
Incase you ain't know and incase you ain't heard
And if you want us to set it just give me the word
This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin them birds
To all my shorties wigglin they shakin they curves
Just make it clap, Just make it clap, Just make it clap
Just make it clap
I say come on if your ready, we wylin all night
We make you feel good, make you feel right
See they drunk off of the henny, niggas wanna fight
Shit these bitches be wearin be fittin real tight
Niggas up in the club, niggas outside
Bag a couple bitches, bring 'em in inmtside
Shorty dodgin and dippin, shorty tryin to hide
Busy dodgin a nigga because she wanna ride, come on if ya....
All ready we come to muscle y'all women
Come on, rastle and try to hastle and hustle y'all women
Come on, you you you you see how we bubble y'all women
Come on, dibble and dabble how we be lovin y'all women
Come on
Let's get it on and let me hit it with my fitted on
Never mind a slow jam pump one of Biggie's songs
Strip, yell or purr her off show me that butter soft
Open wide ma swallow when I let it off, yo
Incase you ain't know and incase you ain't heard
And if you want us to set it just give me the word
This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin them birds
To all my shorties wigglin they shakin they curves
Just make it clap, Just make it clap, Just make it clap
Just make it clap
Just make it clap, Just make it clap, Just make it clap
Yea.. aiyyo Uncle Pat, turn up the beat just a lil' more for me bruh
Yea..
This sound like Frankenstein's baby, yea
Busta Rhymes! You know we live and in color (color)
Shit butter hot, but just a little mo' gutter (gutter)
Smash shit regularly, word to my mother
Show love for the bitches and put it down for my brudda (brudda)
Hot butter funk make it rain, close the shutter - violate
Catch it from one of my bitches, boxcutter (cutter)
Ahh, articulate! Feels so great
that I can bless my niggaz with shit they appreciate ('ciate)
No jive y'all niggaz can take a nosedive
Shit so live bitches wanna give me a high five (five)
UNGHHH! Fuck it, it is a must we hold grands
Get with the program and fuck bitches who love to hold (hands)
Foul shit, way out of order
Fuck shit up leave bitches hot and sweaty drippin buckets of water (water)
Disorderly conduct, will erupt
When the live shit come on niggaz do what they wanna (wanna)
Aight bitches, now show yo' asses
The shit we droppin be sure to get y'all movin (get the fuck up)
We keep it poppin, feel how gangsta the loop is (we keep it boppin)
(we keep it gangsta muh'fucka)
And it ain't no stoppin the way that we gon' do this
Now what you want me to say? Say you ain't fuckin with me-ahhhhhhh
(what the fuck, c'mon)
Huh, you see I got so much new hot shit stored
Got you givin me an award, floored a couple on the come up
Stretched a few, put 'em flat on they back
And laid 'em stiffer than a board, the way I make my niggaz applaud
My price tag, just to show up the shit
Might be somethin you can't afford
Make you say the Lord is my shepherd, how we astonish
Move forward on novice niggaz like Cedric Ceballos with a hot song
Now niggaz know we rock on, cock-strong
All y'all niggaz is straight popcorn, AHH!
Talk the trash, comin forth get past lie duke
Pass shorty with the big horse ass (ASS)
Now ain't no stoppin how we comin full blast
Mix the fire with gas, that's how we put it on smash (smash)
No lie, never deny - so hot we cook the shit well done
just like a deep fish fry; UNNNGHH, snap crackle and pop
What we drop and how we keep shit comin
How we maneuver so fly (fly), so high is where we gon' take it
Controllin the land, controllin the sea
Now we control the whole sky; perhaps make niggaz collapse
Make bitches shake they shit to the floor
And feel the soul up in my raps and your face is the gutter we slap
Make you crash all in your whip when you drive
I hope your seatbelt's strapped, aight niggaz! Now throw yo' hands up..
Yeah, this sound like.. the music to Frankenberry or some shit
The Surgeon General.. of the Flipmode Squad..
has determined.. that the sounds you about to hear..
can be devestatin.. to your ear.. to your mind..
to your body.. to your souuuuuuuuuuuuuullll!
You better, pack up your bags, better get out of town
Cause when the God come you know he gon' be puttin it down
Everything we do be blowin, better get on the ground
It ain't safe no more, it ain't safe no more (nigga)
He keeps it wicked by creatin the sound
That make the people wanna spaz 'til they give him the crown
Fuck around you'll turn up missin just to never be found
It ain't safe no more, it ain't safe no more (nigga)
Bodies'll turn up missin, I promise you need to listen
Abolish the need for bitchin, I polish and shine and glisten
Demolishin while I'm whistlin, astonished while you're witnessed
Hardest to smash another artist son, regardless if it is
a nigga who think he the greatest son I'll lock him in the fridge
And hang him from both of his ankles when we drop him from the bridge
Blockin your paper really stoppin that dude from gettin his
Poppin the safe and splurgin, havin the crew up in the crib
Block 'til these niggaz havin 'em rockin gargle with a bib
Shittin and fartin, spittin and vomitin all in the crib
Fallin into shock from the bullets we shot up in they ribs
Hot up the block and blew up the spot and got up out the mix
Tried it a couple stops and spotted the Squad up in they whips
Plotted and then I signed on the dotted line and made a wish
Return us even the hardest makin you garbage niggaz sit
The smartest now you a target only the heartless niggaz win
You can't believe can you, I'm callin my dog Nathaniel
And ballin with all my mans you'll be blowin and all will hand you
Accordingly or disorderly bullets are sure to bang you
considerably my 9 milli hit you at any angle
Shootin, shootin, shootin - high, low, verticle or horizontal
And if you were makin plans I do think you gon' have to cancel
Sorry I had to ask you, save it I have to blast you
Takin a chance to laugh from you makin the masses gas you
So now you thinkin that you tough and that we can't get at you
Change up your mind and leave you stiffer than a massive statue
Tired of talkin need to use all your precautionary measures
Washin off the blood haulin the water force of steady weather
You can handle it or you can't, it be only gettin better
Like a candle, we burn your chandles and make you feel the pressure
Cockin it back, articulatin the flow just like a lecture
Break it down and rebuildin the flow, now peep the architecture
It ain't safe.. in the current state.. of our democracy
Terrorism.. motherfuckers bombin New York.. shit is crazy
It ain't safe no more!
All these rappin niggaz goin at other rappin niggaz heads
Shit is crazy! But most importantly..
The most unsafe thing.. is that.. niggaz ain't seein, the God comin
Yeah
Shorty I know what you need
I got everything you need
I promise I ain't gonna hold out either
I'ma give it all to you baby
It's on, bust it
- Baby if you give it to me
I'll give it to you
I know what you want
You know I got it
Baby if you give it to me
I'll give it to you
As long as you want
You know I got it
- Baby if you give it to me
I'll give it to you
I know what you want
You know I got it
Baby if you give it to me
I'll give it to you
As long as you want
You know I got it
We been together for a few years
Shared a few tears
Called each other nicknames
Like Sugar Plum and Poo Bear
I'm always on the road
I'm hardly ever home
Always busy this busy that
Can't talk on the phone
I know you aggrevated
Walk around frustrated
Ya patience gettin' short
How long can you tolerate it
Listen ma I'm just motivated
I do this for us
Step on the grind tryin' to elevate it now
Hey yo to really be honest
You stuck with me through my whole struggle
Can't express the words
How much the kid loves ya
I'ma stand as a man never above ya
I can tell that you different from most
Slightly approach you
And that ill shit about it
We gon' sex every day
But when we sex we tease
In a passionate way
I love the way you touch it
Those little elaborate ways
Got the guard feelin' released
To relax for the day
It's on you ma
Shh, mami listen
I feel ya love for me baby
And how it move through you
I been longin' for the moment
To talk the truth to you
Listen, I'm never home
I always get up and go
Puttin' you through the unnecessary rigga-ma-ro
I never meant to put a thousand pounds
Of stress on ya head
I love the way we sleep
And how we always cuddle in bed
Baby, I stay embracin' ya patience
Sheddin' ya tears with me
I ask you my mami
Please continue to bear with me
We started out broke
Constantly on a roll
Cuttin' up in the streets like we would never get old
Went from Lucy's and buses to fifty cent sodas
And Novas to Hondas to Lexus to Rovers
Mad years passed
Still got each other back
Word is bond never screw none of these industry cats
We like Scull and Mulder
Walkin' shoulder to shoulder
Milkin' this game watchin' our seeds gettin' older
Yes you know I'll die for you
And ya know I'll ride with you
I will always try with you
And give ya my love and cry with you
I will climb a mountain high
Until I was up to touch the sky
So baby come and get more close to me
This is where your love is supposed to be
I pull up to the house in a yellow Lamborghini
It's been a few months in PA you haven't seen me
Ya lookin' good in that Gucci bikini
38 carats ya ring lookin' freezy
No matter what I do in the world you never leave me
Fall back ma I'll make ya lifestyle easy
I appreciate the things ya do to please me
Lookin' at my daughter you'll never do me greasy
Flipmode Records, J Records
Def Jam Records
Busta Rhymes...Mariah
Flipmode Squad, yeah
So beautiful
Ah-ha I knew you was gon' give me that high note
Mariah
Yeah.. Busta Rhymes now, Flipmode now, check it
See we in two-thousand-and-three already, catch up to us
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hah, huh
Now motherfuckin case closed
The shit blow your speaker, keep turnin your base low
Spaz out because I motherfuckin say so
Before I blow this bitch like we down in Waco
Thick in cock diesel, that's the way we roll
Big truck shit, even my bitch whippin the Range Rov'
We 'bout to skyrocket and THE WAY WE GO
The way the bitches lookin love THE WAY WE BLOW
Check it, we light shit up like Broadway yo
The crack-head rappers better JUST SAY NO
Before I turn stupid and back the heat slow
Lay and wait for niggaz in the back street yo
Weak flow, take your shit like I'm comin to Repo
Create a crowd scene and stack a bunch of people
We bustin through the doors, shootin through your peephole
The shoot that never miss is like shootin a free throw
All you niggaz better go and..
Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people
Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people
Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people
Put they body on the stretcher, carry they ass out
Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people
Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people
Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people
I'll put they body on the stretcher, carry they ass out
Call the ambulance
Catch sixteen to remove your organs
H-2-O ridin round in same orbits
Notorious from New York to New Orleans
House come with the lake swimmin with dolphins
Fifty keys with large proportions
Caught a few niggaz on money extortions
Niggaz snitch, F.B.I. is hawkin
Call Johnny Cochran, yo this nigga is walkin
Shit, we got to close down the club
Me and my cousin Bust, we like Crockett and Tubbs
Pushin Lambo's, big chains and dubs
Lead the Flipmode security with snubs
Uppin club levels, hundred G's and up
And if them ducks rollin Bust I'm beatin it up
The streets ain't safe, yo we heatin it up
The party's on smash, now we tweakin it up
The bitches want this dick so they eatin it up
Now all you bitches better go and..
Flipmode, we in heavy conjunction
We shut it down in every function
Beat you in yo' head until your brain malfunction
Yo Bust, call the label, tell 'em we in production
Pinky ring status so it's no discussion
Stop talkin shit, niggaz dodgin and duckin
I'm cream cheese with the english muffin
I still got respect in the Flatbush junction, HEY
Huh, it's like we shakin down a dude
We like a pack of dogs that come to take a nigga food
My niggaz flip quicker than a FUCKIN interlude
I beat niggaz head and blood drippin through a tube
Peep bitch, I'm only here to change the fuckin mood
And freeze you niggaz money like a nigga gettin sued
And leave you in the church watchin your body gettin viewed
Don't get it fucked up or even misconstrued
Roll wit a nigga, put on some roller skates
yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Come on!
Hot shit! More more more more more more!
We gon continue to give it to you muhfuckas like this
Put ya fuckin roller skates on!
Yeah, hennessy niggas
Yeah, more weed niggas
I know it feel good come on, talk to ya beat (Huh)
Thug niggas, yo we here to straight recruit y'all
New millini niggas yo we here to straight salute y'all
(Shoot y'all) Wack niggas we here to mute y'all
And drop shit to make all you niggas just get the boot y'all, baby
Wiggle ya shit one time (come on)
Fuck you and your whole entire click combined (come on)
...Whatever the cost now, floss now
Show you niggas who be the boss now
All across the board wild they be bouncin my obstacle course now
Sparkle with a gloss pushin a force now
Now I get my wine and dine on, slide on
A dick of a nigga who bust in you to get his shine on
See some real live chicks sippin them mistics
They buggin on how they let a nigga up in 'em this quick
Don't get it twisted or we'll bring the most reliable (what!)
We bringin that shit that be so undeniable
Y'all wanna know who we with
Busta Rhymes and there's only one
You know my man is always rockin shit
We keep it street cause that's where we're from
You comin out to do your thing
Underground heat to the club we bring
And you know that we got this
And you know that we got this
(Hugh) Brand new, all the way down the line
From the new bounce the new money down to the newest shine
Wit the new blue nine though I had to bust it a few times
Watch these funny niggas and analyze all the true signs
In due time we will accumulate, illuminate
My click will fuck up the money you allowin your crew to make
Yeah, and while we step up in the hot spot
And fuck with these bitches until somebody start to bust shots
Niggas duck for a second make sure they ain't the ones got
To start the party against me (Ho) and yell blood clot!
Everything be goin on from chicks blowin kisses
Straight wildin out while these niggas surround these freak bitches
Once somebody else started bustin they heat vicious
I started holdin my toast, defendin all my street riches
Up in the club champagne up in the ice bucket
Now these niggas is wildin and throwin they drinks (Fuck it!)
Now don't get mad, cause what you had
Too bad it didn't last
And now we're back on this Busta track
And now the games on smash
Yeah, all my live niggas get yours
Floss heavy, all my bitches bounce on the floor
Check it, squads deep with niggas everybody on
Make the livest motherfuckers wanna bounce to my song
Check it, my niggas organize, analyze the teamwork
And how a bad shorty rockin that Rah Digga T-shirt
And keep it goin while you tag along, swing along
Yeah.. back by popular demand, it's about to get Godly
Yeah.. hold it now! AOWWW!
C'mon, c'mon (c'mon).. yeah
Huh.. c'mon, c'mon (c'mon).. yeah
Huh!
Bear witness on the way we stay cuttin 'em down
In two-thousand-two, shuttin 'em down
Have you sippin on it 'til you start suckin it down
I hope you know that we ain't FUCKIN around
Niggaz you betta BELIEVE when you see me the shit be double trouble
I overLOAD and take this SHIT to another level
I shut it down, sho' nuff, pack ya bags
Let me work, make it hurt, cause I'm next wreck
Lay flat nigga hit the deck, or face big DISrespect
In addition the SHIT we wreck
Firework flow, spit and make a BIG effect
Bang it in the truck until ya whole SHIT eject, c'mon
Stop nigga, close ya shop
SCUD missile launched fire burn quick, every SHIT we drop
From the GROUND with another sound yes we put it down
and always BOOM and pound, so we shut 'em down
I shut 'em down (shut 'em down, shut shut shut 'em down)
I shut 'em down (sh-sh, sh-sh, shut shut 'em down)
I shut 'em down (shut 'em down, shut shut shut 'em down)
I shut 'em down (shut 'em, sh-shut, shut shut 'em down)
I shut 'em down (shut 'em down, shut-sh-shut 'em down)
I shut 'em down (sh-sh, sh-sh, shut shut 'em down)
I shut 'em down (shut 'em down, shut shut shut 'em down)
I shut 'em down (shut 'em down, shut shut 'em down)
Hah!
One two three four five six seven eight nine
Comin THROUGH, betta tuck in ya shine
Once ya lookin for the HEAT, if ya seek it will find
I had these devils watchin me sayin these sneakers is mine!
Now hold up - we drop the bomb first then get under ya mom's skirt
to get her frenzied like a motherfuckin rock concert
While you're busy and tryin to FIGURE what the God's worth
I'll malfunction your plans 'til the motherfuckin sound work
Now I'ma CUSS when I BUST ya ass
And leave 'em stiff when I hit 'em like a MUSTARD gas
Steam fire when I puff, then I flick the ash
You wack and I had enough, put your shit in the trash
Now you know we got the shit in the smash
Wild until you slip and you crash, y'know we keep the SHIT in the stash
From the GROUND when we come around, yes we put it down
and always BOOM AND POUND, when we shut 'em down
As we rockin you all to the future
Ahhh, we come to give you that
Operatin like we be official
Yeah, we come to multiply
And we're plannin the scheme for the long win
Yeah, our shit be always right
Oh yea, I like this, Ladies & Gentlemen
The time you all been waitin for
(lets do it, do it, do it)
This is a Bad Boy, Flipmode collaboration
(Come on)
Shake ya ass (come on), watch yourself (o.k)
I'm the man (lets go) and no one else
raah, raah
Like a dungeon dragon
Still king of the flow, while my mink be draggin'
I said I'm sick with the flow
Stick a dick in ya hoe
Make them shut down the club, we threw a brick in da door
Shit, I'm the number man, hot like summerjam
Slick like Fonsareli, and rich like cunningham
I stretch them like rubber bands (I make them say)
Oh shit, the bitch got up and left with another man
(Saaay what!?, wha is you talkin bout?)
Theres nothin to talk about (see), you just a walk about
I light a long L, and just blowin the smoke about
See, we serious wit it, they aint nothin to talk about
And while I scope it out, I love the way you bounce
Shake ya shit tuck in ya ass in poke it out, come on
Give me the Henny, you can give me the Cris
You can pass me the Remi, but the pass the Courvoisier
Give me the ass, you could give me the dough
You can give me 'dro, but pass the Courvoisier
Give me some money, you can give me some cars
But you can give me the bitch make sure you pass the Courvoisier
Give me some shit, you can give me the cribs
You can give me whaever just pass the Courvoisier
We got these hoes lovin it
They gettin familiar man, they screamin out my government (Sean John)
I like them in twins like doublement (Don Juan)
We be bangin all types of chicks from here to (Hong Kong)
The best dressed bitches actin all cute to my shit
And get the wlyin out they actin like a ? to my shit
? go a distance from yours, we holdin Jewish money now
Down to the credit card different from yours
Its the law for me to get in ya drawers
I run the city of cars, they call me Mr. Diddy, the boss
You know me, the only G to willy a porshe
We get dough in all land the size of philly of course
Can imagine the price that my jewlery really would cost
We go to clubs with a briefcase and a half milli to floss (damn)
Fuck around and you can really get tossed
Ken Griffey flow, call me Alaska 'cause I be the king of the frost
What you can do is
Five thousand boomin watts
I got a thousand karats all over my watch
Travel lighty, flow back easy
Back with the bus-a-bus and the P.D
We stay livin at the top of the charts
The shit we be spittin, be state of the art
We rockin ya block shit, wlyin like rock shit
Strapped with the gun and the street corner hot shit
Now we sittin' in the drop top pretty
Knock, knock who is he?
Bus-a-bus, I put it down and this I get busy
(Excuse me bus-a-bus)
Full control of the city, if you aint know
By the way, the name is Puff
It aint my fault ya dane corrupt
We went form Henny, to Remi to Moe to Belve to..
The game is us; we gettin money motherfucker
And the game we trust
Everytime we put it down, reppin the name is a must
Flipmode!
yea, yea, yea just pass the Courvoisier
yea, pass me that louie that motherfuckin' that that iron groove
Nineteen vintage motherfuckin' medievil
Ow, bitch. Yea, just pass the courvoisier
That that shit make, that dark shit just me wanna fuck
Straight up, I just need to know
Greatness, yeah, yeah
Aiiyo, turn the beat up a little bit louder
Truck Volume
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We bout to play a lil' game, match the name with the voice
So when you pick your favorite emcee you makin' the right choice
SO WHO ARE YOU?
Baby Sham, I'm known for the crud
First night pops off with a couple of slugs
AND HOW YOU DOIN'?
You see what I'm workin' wit, it's beyond rap
Stick to the fact, that chapped lips get convexed
Palm that, look where the arm's at, nigga need to launch that
Now tell me what the problem be, is that I'm scorching dem
To flood these streets, hot not partially, cock back the toast
Put your heart for free, so what it feels like to hear me crushin' a beat
SO WHO ARE YOU?
The illest broad Digga, reppin' Brick City
If I'm lying may the Lord come strike my left tittie
AND HOW YOU DOIN'?
Undisputed metaphor rap queen, always cookin' up some shit
Like mom's a crack fiend, so what's the word
Strike a nerve when I'm speakin'
Any emcee whether black or white, or Puertorriquen
I'm the big dog, you just a cat stuck in a tree
Not one of y'all cocksuckers fuckin' wit me
SO WHO ARE WE? (Flipmode)
Got you gaspin' for air, hot shit muthafuckas
Throw your hands in the air
WATCH HOW WE DO IT
How we rep and yo we solemnly swear
To put it down until it's over and our time is up here
SO WHO ARE YOU?
Rampage, new tenant, pack big still
Fuck what ya heard, I'm ready to kill
AND HOW YOU DOIN'?
Day criminal, street thug material
Flipmode Imperial, top breakin' officer
Fuck around we warnin' ya, 21 gun salute
6 official conrads, ain't afraid to shoot
Niggas see us, we got them shakin' in they boots
Flipmode, the streets, bigger than Bayroots
SO WHO ARE YOU?
Yeah, Spliff Starr, cunt-crusher, gun-busta
Hard-to-toucha, one bad muthafucka
AND HOW YOU DOIN'?
Gangsta bitch, deadly like cancerous
I bring it where your parents live, show you what your status is
Steam-boil your cabbages, I can't take y'all nigaz faggotness
You about to die, show him where his casket is
You wanted beans, I had your hood under siege
Guns get squeezed, and bullets hit your knees
SO WHO ARE YOU?
Bus-A-Bus now, somethin' fo' sho'
Keep 'em whilin' till somebody's left a leak on the flo'
AND HOW YOU DOIN'?
We've been awaitin' the God, to make an undernovel entry
Controllin' everything in the yard
Rugged like General Custard it seems
How we crush grapefruit, niggaz, and make a mustard out of your team
You know we hotter than the 4th of July
Let's get it goin
Yeah... yeah
I'm about to Picasso a new picture for you mufuckas
I'm baaack... yeah
I just want every one of you mothafuckas that here to do one thing with me
C'mon
Everybody rise, everybody rise, everybody riiiiiiiiise
C'mon, New York, Jersey, Philly, Bemore, D.C., Virginia, come on!
Everybody rise, everybody rise, everybody riiiiiiiiise
N.C., ATL, Chicago, Cleveland, Miami, LA, Houston
We bite the nigga straight outta jail, give me the money nigga
I'll smack you stupid, ain't nuttin funny nigga
I'll lay a nigga out and use they ass to shoot like a marble black floor
Bloody something like a hacksaw
And then we stash a couple gats in the bag because we at war
Pistol whip some of these niggas, leavin em wit cracked jaws
Battlin like we in costalon, niggas see you supposed to know
We extremely serious niggas
You see it's so marvelous how we just strap more, pack more
No chichi niggas allowed, just throw em out the back door
This lone menace got it wicked for the protenants
You niggas soft like limp dick and lead progenes
Blessin the younger thug wit shit to look forward to
The god is back, so niggas is quick and to fast forward you
Yo, this shit be straight energy
You've been fuckin wit Flip Mode, nigga, while I'm refreshin your memory
C'mon!
Everybody rise, everybody rise, everybody riiiiiiiiise
N.O., Seattle, Detroit, St Louis, Dalas, South Carolina, niggas c'mon!
Everybody rise, everybody rise, everybody riiiiiiiiise
Connecticut, Pennsylvania, Boston, Buffalo, Delaware, Okland, Little Rock, c'mon!
You see it's hectic, respect it
Blow up your deck until my cassette is ejected
How I will beat you just like your father, don't even bother
However nigga, whatever nigga, who wanna follow?
It gets coarse like the calice of a struggling black foot under privilege
I'm quick to stick you for your whole bank book
Bitches follow my bounce and follow my flow
Follow me now, follow me later, follow my glow
Ayyo, follow instructions and follow the pro
And to follow my magic, bitches wanna follow my doe
Keepin ya bouncing, got all my people singin the hook
Got bitches buggin like how niggas be wild in the brook
Look, we street niggas, while you live by the book
Funny nigga, ain't no need to shoot yourself in the foot
Fuck wit bitches that's gettin doe and they know how to cook
In every struggle, I always did whatever it took!
So all my niggas
Everybody rise, everybody rise, everybody riiiiiiiiise
Maryland, Michigan, Kansas, Kentucky, Alabama, Indiana, Utah, c'mon!
Everybody rise, everybody rise, everybody riiiiiiiiise
Phoenix, Memphis, Nashville, Mississippi, Rhode Island, Colorado, Wyoming, fuck it
Everybody rise, everybody rise, everybody riiiiiiiiise
Idaho, Illinois, Minnesota, Missouri, Oklahoma, Overgod, South Dakota, come on!
Everybody rise, everybody rise, everybody riiiiiiiiise
Almafon boroughs, Brooklyn, Queens, Yorksman, Hatinstaton alley niggas, come on!
Ha, yeah, everybody rise, come on
Everybody rise again, rise wit me mufuckas
As I welcome you all to the genesis
A whole new foundation, A whole new idea
A whole new experience
A whole... entire... new... movement
Busta Rhymes, Flip Mode Squad, I salute y'all
Yeah, yeah, come on, everybody riiiiiiiiiiiiiiise
[Jim Carrey]
This is a Flipmode Squad
Jim Carrey collabo
Now what?
[Busta]
Ugh, hallelujah
Kids hear this come on
While I'm lacing and tryna prepare this
For y'all, oh well I got a story to tell
About a dude I met once, miserable as hell
How grouchy he was
And how slouchy he was
And when he talked, you'd smell his breath
And how lousy it was
And if you daydreamed, he'd give you pinch
Now let me tell you about Mr. Grinch
Every holiday season while we was young, growing up
Everything be cool when Mr. Grinch show up
Always plottin' and schemin' to ruin everybody's holiday season
And never had a justifiable reason
[Jim Carrey]
Yo B I had my reason
They call me The Grinch
I tried to live the given
But it was making me winch
I see happy kids whitless
Merry Christmas they shouted
I stole the gifts
And there was nothing anyone could do about it
[Chorus]
You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You really are a heel
You're as cuddly as a cactus, (uh) you're as charming as an eel
Mister Grinch
(Busta Rhymes, Jim Carrey, Mr. Grinch)
Mister Grinch
[Busta]
He was an angry little dude with a horrible attitude
And he'll show you some gratitude
If you let him ruin your mood
Everybody knew about him from here to Baton Rouge
He remind me of the crazy lost cousin of Mr. Scrooge
Word to mother
[Jim Carrey]
Yes, it's my favorite day
You let me take all your gifts
And just yell my name!!
(MR. GRINCH)
After that I'll be on my way
Just to return and successfully ruin your day
[Busta]
Okay for the record
What the hell made you like that?
So grouchy and grimy
How everything about you is whack
Ay yo I know you all can tell
From all the talk from his mouth
You better set some big traps
Around the gifts in your house
State of the art surveillance
Just to give it a boost
You sleep with one eye open
With a couple wild dogs running loose, now
He's definitely not the dude you can trust
He be bouncing with all your goods
And leave you biting the dust
[Chorus]
You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch
You really are a heel
You're as cuddly as a cactus
You're as charming as an eel
Mister Grinch, Mister Grinch
[Busta]
Grinch come around safe guard your things
You better safe guard your money
Safe guard your bling
You gotta safe guard your crib
Safe guard your g's
You gotta safe guard the stash and the car keys
You gotta listen up to what we talking about
Yeah it was better when the Grinch was never coming around her
Time after time again
Never mind he already took the liqour out your Heineken
He already quick to try again
To steal the gifts another way
And give you all a different style again
Why you stackin' and you trying to swell
You best believe Mr. Grinch schemin, dude stay coneiving ass
Ay yo he stay schemin' when you thinkin' he not
Looking over your shoulder
Peepin' everything you got
(He, he, he Busta Rhymes I will get you too)
Relax duke you need to chill
Something seriously wrong with you
[Chorus]
You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch
You really are a heel
You're as cuddly as a cactus
You're as charming as an eel
Mister Grinch, Mister Grinch
You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch
You really are a heel
You're as cuddly as a cactus
You're as charming as an eel
Mister Grinch, Mister Grinch
[Jim Carrey]
I wanna give a shout out to the West Side of Who-ville
From the movie Why Do Fools Fall In Love
[Missy]
When I through my uh!! in it I split it
Mess around, make you ask who did it
Forget your pride go admit
My stank butt make you wonder who shitted
Whoa there kitty
Got a fitty from the city got a minute now I'm chillin (Talk to me now)
No time you silly
Fakin me like you Milli Vanilli
When they play this in the club they go nuts
Sweat all night 'till it smell like must
So Busta whats to discust?
I don't know but boy whats up (Throw it up, throw it up girl)
Boy you pretty
I got a bitty from the city and my hair looking pretty
Oh you didn't
No bullshit and you gonna get it
[Busta Rhymes]
Yo, I'm a get it and give it to all y'all
Hopin' you niggas is ready for another free fall
Overall niggas need to get up off the wall
If they wanna brawl Missy give me a call
Yo, not at all everytime I raid the rift
Before we bust yo' ass better plead the 5th
Shut your mouth you niggas talk to much in my house
Me and Missy lets get this money thats what I'm talkin about
Then you come nigga wanna be down
Shootin' your load I hope you know we got the rebound
Real quick break fool know we blow your mind
Off the hook nigga fix your telephone line
When we come through tell me what you gonna do
Give me my money quick so then I can thank you
Word is born you knowin' I only get better
Everytime supafly dangerous elements get together
[Chorus]2x
She's Mrs. Supafly
He's Mr. Dangerous
And if you bust then they gonna bust
And one of us gonna have to duck
[Missy]
When I play this in my jeep you'll see
How this beat, rumble under my feet (Under my feet, yeah)
Go ahead, you cute
If you cute then I get cute too
Go ahead Missy I got many so many men I got plenty (What what)
I ain't kindin, dance alone why don't you come dance wit me
When I bumped this one the left they go deaf
Bust yo ear drums until none left (Till none left)
Whoa there Busta, they don't like us, they don't love us well fuck em
Oh you silly you don't kill me you don't feel me, boy you illin
We ain't dealin
If no drinks then we ain't chillin
[Busta Rhymes]
Yo Miss Supafly let me hit me and Missy we gonna get all up in it
All in a minute get wit it
When I was young gettin' babysitted
A nigga blow the spot up make you ask who did it
Contact everytime I touch a track
Freak out wiggle your funny bone and bounce back yo
Nigga see me in the back (Who dat?)
You don't know my name I'm knowin motherfucker (True dat)
You wack you better improve your shit
When I bounce on beats lyrics might abuse your shit
Make music so I can lose your mind
So hide when I finish make you wanna press for wine
Nigga see the DJ cuttin' it up
Bringin' it back rippin' the track you know we fuckin it up
Got you suckin it up
My nigga chill out, make you ill out
And watch all of the Moet spill out
¡¡
[Instrumental]
Straight up nigga, I'm a money nigga man
You know what time it is wit me, yo
That's right
Take the track, cut the heads off, split it down the middle man
Take the bones out man for real
Yeah all applepie yeah
Straight up, Flipmode BK king
It was the best heist since ice
Precise rituals
Skated outta Jacob's wit the Fruit Loop jewels
Holdin a navy blue uzi
Krush Groovin waves off the atlas
Coolin, that's how we make movies
Basketball gun brawlers, bounce
Black down 'bill-a-head banks, Malibu colorful shanks
That's the way we live, Staten Island kid
Old dog in it, the thug vaccine wit no pork in it
Vivid imagination paper chasin
Dufflebag swollen, we holdin
Drink chocolate milk before we roll in
It's like that ya'll, we gangstas
Stickin all you Bay Ridge Benzes
I'm out to get erect, terrific shit be the diamond district
Tiffany's, pretty Valentine brick is on the second floor balcony
Gems is magnificent, diamonds is cryin
"Busta Rhymes take me, nevermind help!"
Aiyyo caught em at the ice pavilion
Dressy, salad bar style Nestle
Four white niggas, covered in vest pieces
Think like a mob flick
Guessin like Patsy in the mask, piece bust
Got aggravated, slapped the glass piece
One nigga beamin, faggot ass
Lay on the floor ya fuck!
Tied his broken arm to his Hush Puppies
Wrapped around trauma, everything realer than fuck
Tajuana left my nigga niece live comma
Three young Italians, suited down personal style
I'm in valour white designin on the 'dallions
Felt like some crackers was in back of me
Spit on the clerk, pass the Harry Winston set
Ghost backin me
Bust a shot, motored
Four male in paper work Lord
We get together once more before we blow this
Murdered nobody
Left em all baseball'd down, brotha
Three wicked ass 6's, Gucci colors
MONEY! Drop dead on the floor
Nigga, pass the keys to the door
Pass me all the cash in the drawer
Or I promise you'll be payin the price
Feelin like a nigga died twice
Execute the world's greatest diamond heist
Ya'll niggas know we out to get this MONEY!
C'mon MONEY!
Raekwon, Ghostface, Rocky Marce C'MON!
Let's get this money nigga
Yeah we ?near the mind? out west
Somewhere in Africa
The Feds is after us, vest on my back
Whippin the Acuras, feel like a mac bustin
A rug in Preston on percussion
I'll bust in your gate, nigga it's nothin
A hail storm, ice rainin, mind containin
Info, nigga what you in for? Complainin
Sick bars deep in this language
Did I tell you how my day's spent?
Speakin through the face of Ronald Regan
Iceberg History, calligraphy
Colidescope colors, hollow-head shells and flarin gunmen
Hate to see me comin like gray skies on day of judgment
Makes you wonder where the love went
Hit a nigga, feed him to some buzzards
Put up numbers, plus I'm one to push his mug in
We duck in the safe, check what I'm huggin
Rocks the size of some shit, out in the congo
My arms full, let's get the fuck out, Busta I got you
Aiyyo we do great study on fossils and stones like archeologists
Gem-ologists, collect the most priceless ices anonymous
Canary stones yellow like a pumpkin
Dunkin Donut precious size stones make me wanna cut the safe open
Rae pass the blowtorch, Ghost brought the dynamite stick
Marciano brought a chisel wit an ice pick
Princess cuts, invisible settings
Plannin the world's greatest diamond heist playin a tune by Otis Redding
Icicle cones hang from the ceiling just like stalagmites
Time to throw on a skully and tying a rag tight
Throwin light went off and in the basket
Grabbed the necklace from off the satin pillow while the glass casket
Ice lay across the crushed burgandy velvet
Up in the diamond slide-tray
Gun in your face, slide it right away
Roundtable with Habib, Mirishnokof, and the rest of them Jewish niggas
We got them niggas drunk and talkin foolish see
You know the way we straight manipulated the shit
We swindle them niggas for all their precious things before we skated and shit
Yeah, ya'll niggas know we skated early
Disguised ourselves as the cidic Jews and even left my sideburns curly
Bounce to Mexico and spend some pesos
And bury the diamonds on an island your never heard
Like Turks in Keikos
Everytime we hit, we in and out quick
Don't be surprised if we behind supplyin niggas all the platinum and shit
Yeah, the world's greatest jewel heist
Thoroughly and successfully executed
By none other than Ghostface Killah, Raekwon the Chef
Rock Marciano and Busta Rhymes
Likes to go, eventual
Lead you home, come inside
Why you got your ass on your shoulders
Now, tryin' to spit at a bitch
I lead inside
Why you got your ass on your shoulders
Yeah bitch put on an outfit, dazzle ya hair
Come in the club fit to take you home and frazzle the hair
Bitch understand I must have got a handle in here
Why you open up ya ass and let me travel in there
Create a scandal in there
Don't talk, let me pull it out to add another angle in there
Let me ride the back of yo ass like a camel in there
Pussy hot like she lit a fuckin' candle in there
Remember I was tryin' to get my drink in the slot
And you was same girl actin' all stinkin' the spot
It was funny how I thought I wasted breath on the broad
A friend couldn't find her cause shorty left with the God
And then I took her back to the crib, you can figure it out
I'm diggin' it out with the dick in her mouth
Get cha' homegirl to come start lickin' ya out
And swingin' about until I start kickin' em' out
Because ya...
I'm sayin' she fuck a nigga like she want the God to lay in a hearse
Makin' me curse, hope you relate to my verse
And what be makin' it worse
That they be the same bitches frontin' like they wasn't with it at first
Actin' too good for niggas with your ass on your shoulders
But now you'll be fuckin' a nigga till he fall in a coma
I remember how you acted in the front of ya friends
As I remember now you give me head in front of my Benz
So now I'm smackin' it up, while you backin' it up
With a car load of bitches now I'm packin' it up
Now ya whole crew comin' and we whackin' em' up
Let me beat the pussy till I start blackin' it up
Got bitches diggin' in my back scratchin' it up
Got em' screamin' shatterin' glass crackin' it up
Get cha' homegirl to come start lickin' ya out
Ass swingin' about till I start kickin' em' out
Because ya...
Sayin' in ya crib gettin' ya shit right sprayin' yourself
With perfume that mean the dude start playin' yourself
Ya too fly to let ya friends know ya lovin' a nigga
So instead ya front like you ain't really fuckin' a nigga
But still I really love to sit on my dough
And there's nothin' I love when ya keep ya shit on the low
Get cha' homegirl to come start lickin' ya out
Ass swingin' about till I start kickin' em' out
Yo, everytime I MC I'm coming off
Yes it's coming back to me
The B-U-S-T-A, HEY!! Yo when I MC I'm coming off
Yes it's coming back to me
(repeat 3X)
The B-U-S-T-A, HEY!!
Salute in sight/site, or get caught in the crossfire
Crush and trip the circuits, my niggaz is haywire
For sure corny nigga your time will soon expire
Retire cause your name ain't no longer on the flyer
You abuse your every blessing, go say another pray-er
Still on the first floor, I take you a level higher
Your Miss O'Hara a la sweater smear off your mascara
Can't take the heat, switch to eyeline, yo call Sara
Rhymes penetrate the flesh and effect the bone marrow
Your dry spell flows sound like they stranded in de Sahara
Smoke bombs, salute all my niggaz who smoke charms
Let's take it to the garden or fields and smoke out the fat farms
OD'ing on the beat like the needles up in my arm
Then I whip your ass if you do not listen just like your moms
When I count to five, by the time I open my palm
I'ma fuck you up, like the United States got by Vietnam
I go...
Yo, everytime I MC I'm coming off
Yes it's coming back to me
The B-U-S-T-A, HEY!! Yo when I MC I'm coming off
Yes it's coming back to me
(repeat 3X)
The B-U-S-T-A, HEY!!
Rhyme flows cause damage on niggaz that's unforgiven
Faggot must be getting dick in the ass yo, how ya livin?
You must been driven two up your ass when you was in prison
Up in the streets frontin like you hardcore, that's done forbidden
Everytime I bomb this be predictions from Nostradamus
Busta Rhymes to fan bombs on your head and that's a promise
The one thing that seems to be funny yet never stated
is that I been creatin shit niggaz think they originatin
My displays make you feel like you need some x-rays
My music make y'all celebrate like important holidays
We got to break fool tactics and carry on with tradition
Whippin in the Tahoe, and we wild in the Exhibition
Wild bend your mindstate, smash your transmission
With no permission, you crossed the line and catch a whippin
Before I wash y'all niggaz down like liquid detergent
Watch the flame before I overcook shit, and start the burnin
So, watch me turn it on y'all niggaz that try to learn it
Gotta work to earn it, can't come in without a permit
So hot, the wicked shit soundin so official
Little whistles sign with the blast of my SCUD missile
Pass the peas international paper stackin G's
Overseas please you drivin nothin, pass the keys
Get subdued, watch me shoot dope, y'all know my attribute
HUH, make y'all niggaz jump with no parachute, like
Yo, everytime I MC I'm coming off
Yes it's coming back to me
The B-U-S-T-A, HEY!! Yo when I MC I'm coming off
Yes it's coming back to me
(repeat 3X)
The B-U-S-T-A, HEY!!
Aiyo, where my niggas at?
Fuck, my niggas is at?
Where my Leaders Of The New School niggas is at?
Yo, aiyo C Brown, C Brown where the fuck you at, dun?
Aiyo Milo, Milo and the dance, where the fuck you at, nigga?
Aiyo aiyo Dinco, where you at, son?
Where the fuck my Leaders niggas is at, man?
Fuck man, I'm ready to grab my niggas
Them niggas need to go to blow or sometin
Keep it movin', keep it movin' (Runnin faster than the speed of a bullet)
Keep it movin', keep it movin' along, keep it movin' along
(Has more rhymes than any other DJ that has craps)
Keep it movin', keep it movin' (Able to leap sucker MC's in a single bound)
Keep it movin', keep it movin' (Look at the jam of the mic)
Keep it movin' along, keep it movin' along (It's the L-the O-the N-the S)
Three in this to grass it up like me
Besides TNT, see an N and BG
My visionary which is skippin on my D-O-G
I guess it was a S-O-S from G-O-D
Chaos has arisen interteller space souls (SOULS!)
Cellular, good ridance, like keypads wit ol' bass
Third planet states while the rest of the world waits (WAITS!)
Joy to the world, meaning hell, snow and earthquakes
Participates, modulates
If comets were round plates, bitten names gates
For only those that ???? relates, case after case (CASE!)
Dinco's on the next space
Movin strategically in the Solar System's waste (RAHHH!)
Size 25, the lymph still be in place (HAHHH!)
Stretch and extending, for flexin is impending
It's not mind-bending or *?refriending?* to keep remembering (HMMM!)
Cos everybody's people gonna die, or believe (WOO-HOO!)
we dispense necessity, to shout and receive
KEEP IT MOVIN' ALONG
People in the party, are you really feelin?
We ain't seein eye-to-eye so you ain't really seein (SEE!)
I be hippin all type of niggas, sayin fuck that nigga Blow
When they see me in the party, they better act like they know
YO, we connectin dots that makes spots hot
Uhh, to the beat'cha (Y'ALL!), ah ya don't stop (STOP!)
Notice, how many groups can formulate then lose focus
With a lot of hocus pocus, concepts that sound bogus
I'm seein the world and all its different kind of poses (WOO!)
Crush you like roaches, that's keepin the crowd movin (HAA!)
Mr and the dancers, who said "Culture consumin?"
Never face, he ????? ????? and strength
Cos I can terminate, like a dirty hypodermic needle
My vision's clearer than the sights on an eagle
Stop them bustin high, bring the head back to my table
Don't front, circle circle, dot dot, you catch your speed, not
Feel that, cos this type of vibe sounds done
(Far from the...., to the doe-run-run-run to the doe-run-run)
(YES!) Yes to the beat-boys and your ass accepted
Exclusive, L-O-N-S bringin the ruckus, wild aggressive
Keep it movin' along, keep it movin' along
Keep it movin', keep it movin', keep it movin'
Keep it movin' along, keep it movin' along
Now don't get me wrong, CHILL!!!
Let me out, no question, no doubt
????? god is a drought
I've come to wet the party like a tropical depression
????? mixed with scherm for this musical session
(STOP!) stressin, testin, second-guessin, who's 'fessin?
Life is a lesson in disguise like a blessin
Blinkin, kickin, better back up chickens
The guns stun split, I keep it real, front *?worm?* (*?WORM!?*)
Cos I'm like a ???? hands therapeutic
Measurements, square, feet, and cubic
We're all makin pennies off a record, so who needs the paper? (WHO?)
The man in Manhatten lampin in the skyscrapers
How much can a nigga take before he break fool?
I tell ya cool, with the New School
And the tool to examine my unorthodox pattern
From Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter and Saturn
and don't forget Uranus, Neptune and Pluto
Flow deeper than the lava inside a volcano, bro
(Never snitch, never dominate
I'll be wild, smokin drowsy)
Fuckin up my economics, is it rather ironic
Sippin gin, juice and tonic
Like Shawn Kemp with some hemp, super sound and sonic
Baby, above your head, below your feet and it still wimp
C-Boogie Brown, my shit is brilliant
Yah yah, yah (AHH!)
My shit be so ginamic
and I'ma take 4 steps and cross the whole Titanic
Better believe I (KEEP!) movin (OVER!) people ?????
You know my crew funk, bringin in full flaga'
Bringin it back like I'm fresh out the box, pair of broke ass 69ers
(IS THERE NUTTIN NEW?) All in the house so open up your blinders
Yo, I be the Moses takin poses
When the wine flows so beautiful like a large bouquet of roses
Keep it movin' along, keep it movin' along
Keep it movin', keep it movin'
Keep it movin now
No need to try to stop it, we gon' wreck shit anyhow
Your, limitations is somethin I never will allow
When we bake the cake, I be that nigga that brings the icing
Disregard your whole identity and revoke your driver's licence
You know I blast in your ass real fast
Got your bladder burning, desperate for a bathroom pass
My ????? like a Busta Rhymes statue made of grass
C'mon, hypnotise some ass, shit so hot, better jump in the water, nigga
(SPLASH!)
Breakin fools at parties like a ruckus sound class
Make a philly down the back and mix the weed with more hash
I will wash away your pain like Draino
Erupting like the angriest volcano, or the wickedest whirlwind and tornado
We stay up in the streets, cruisin, me and my whole crew, gotta.......
Keep it movin' along
Keep it movin', keep it movin', keep it movin'
Keep it movin' along, keep it movin' along
Keep it movin', keep it movin', keep it movin', keep it movin'
Keep it movin' along, keep it movin' along
Keep it movin', keep it movin', keep it movin', keep it movin'
Keep it movin' along, keep it movin' along
Keep it movin'
This one goes out
to the three brothers that I love the most, in memory of this song
My man Ratto, my man Big Joe, my nigga Love
Them niggas rest, most comfortable
I'm a natural born killa that's born to rise
Flipmode is the squad so it's no surprise
Niggas want to advertise about how we get down
You fuck around leave your body in the lost and found
How you like me now?
We got the industry on lock
The world is on shock
I'm a take a piece of the rock
Yo, you feel it in the heart when we took you to the park
Midnight after dark, I'm the raider of the lost ark (ark echo's)
Now na na na na na na, nana nah
Super size, super size, right before your eyes
I bring in treats like giant sweet potato pies
Wise, sword shift and I spit on flies
Killing all the tips from studio spies
Head to bed, beddie bye, beddie bye
Don't ask why, we'll take your ass to paradise
Flipmode's the squad don't rest, don't try
Peace to my people in the friendly sky
Peace to my outer space ties
I'm in leather like the ladies
Bigger than crack in the 80's (80's echo's)
Drive the buggy I Mercedes
Blow up like C-4
Got so much to live for
Can't play the game no more
Pick up the cain no more
Brothers ain't the same no more
Try to sweat me, what am I aiming for
Get yourself caught up
Faggot ass tore up
In the worst way, the only way you can stop me
is cock your glock and shot me
Drop me, pop me, make sure you that you got me
Cause anytime I live I'm comin back to find you poppy
What y'all niggas wanna do?
Yo we can take it outside
Ya'll niggas want something?
Yo we can take it outside
What y'all niggas wanna do?
Yo we can take it outside
Ya'll niggas want something?
Yo we can take it outside
Push up in the hot rod, alley cats a rah rah
All my flipmode in the backseats with chrome nods
Hear to bust mine
Nigga frat child let his brain fry
Pretty boy sliced up philly contact from his red eye
You failed to realize when you macks me you drop the plastic
Run up in your crib, now you heat me from the mattress
My crew expanded, QB is where we landed
Yellow strip you crossed it
Now I'm forcing you to drink this champotion
Show me were loaded
The desert eagle hear it cockin'
Lovin my doggie
While we shinin' continue flossin
Steppin on toes I crush the whole shoe
Pronto like Cru till I'm Triumphant like Wu
The shit you talkin crazy like niggas turnin in their hand guns
I be burnin mc's like betty grandson
Smokin grey poupon boy
Two lines, I chew rhymes and make niggas fall like they was futons
All day outsiders, this squad be flipmode
We get a dick rode a whole shitload
We the official g-u-rilla to lead militias
Stack peelin, americana
Spit sentences like one of missy wanna's
Reminisce the promise
Bring drama like Nicaragua
Fatigues march, army leaders, they count crooked drug dollars
And sip fresh squeezed milk from the titties of llamas
Leave cities in carnage
Prettiest farmers that pour whisky at harvest and hold 16 guananas
Maintain, maintain, maintain
I pray like Gussalini Zion fists
Try on this, you can't see me like vagina lips
Smugglin diamond chips, bubblin anonymous
The dominant will resource and count script crews and world wars
(world wars echo's)
Yo, you better practice what you preach, I got 7 MC's
And 10 g's, I'll show each
Never interfere and shit, souvenirs for your ears and shit
Clear poetry like William Shakespeare and shit
Word is bond checkin me out
Hey what you talkin about
You lost and walkin about
Niggas got beef they want to say and start talkin it out
Hey, oh my god, y'all nigga be buggin me out
Wish they could lay me down and have the police start chalkin me out
Now I zoom in on you and my niggas start stalkin you out
Chuck down that bullshit that you be callin about
This one's for my people and my niggas up North
The ruler shit dynasty but Flipmode finally come fourth
Exports and imports hittin you with flavors of all sorts
We grind ya'll
Bounce back, open your mind ya'll
Grind your whole ass till you twist your waistline
Ya'll know the time
Hey yo feel the base line
Stack the overdrive
Bounce, baby feel the incline
So geniune, everytime, Busta redefine
The wicked knew the dime
Makin ya'll press rewind
Hope you feelin fine
Watch me combine and intertwine
The bounce rock skates make you cross the foul line
Shine a nickel nine
On all kinds of little swine
Stick the worst of porcupine
If you tryin to take mine
Yo, pick up my nigga Splif
In the blue 5S's
Sportin out tan, interior blue head restses
Move, baby no time for second guesses
Been articulate the right bounce as the flow finesses
Yo we gettin papers spreadin love and happiness's
Shit blazin so hot DJ's scratch the test presses
Like make it mo hot baby *chorus comes in*
Turn it up, I wanna hear it real loud, just
Turn it up, so we can party in the loft, baby
Turn it up, we need to tear the roof off, so just
Turn it up, I need to make it mo hot, baby
(repeat first three lines, finish with 'Turn it up')
Yo, word is bond
Baby let's get it on
I never say it wrong
Yo baby girl take off your thong
Let me put it in your spirit like the holy Kyron
Got the mega song
Sweet like honey chicken dijon
Movin along
Yo, honey body look real strong
Watch your ass swing
Hangin like a medallion
Exercise baby let me see you spread on the floor
What you askin for?
Relax, I'm bout to give you some more
Where the liquor store?
Hit you with some more metaphor
The raw, hot to def shit you never seen it before
Hit the deck, on your mark, get set, we bout to jet
Spark it like ingelet, chickens breakin their neck
Yo we play to win
Such a shame, shit is a sin
So hot baby body heat bubble your skin
Everytime I flow speak
I caress the whole beach
Just like the body guard Les straight walkin the street
We get down
Yo, come on baby just feel my heat wave
A lot of hot ones ready for niggas that act brave
Chill son, you better off if you behave
Flip money while broke niggas tryin to save
Lay low, I say so, my pesos
Import my cheese stack by the castros
Make clothes
Or stay fly a chase hoes
Equatorians soft lips and straight nose
Makin dough
When we rippin the paid show
Get the money and dip, we in the Range Rove
Now we makin grands
We name brand
We make plans, change plans
Then we expand across land
Do it properly
Yo, I said open sesame
The recipe, be the hot shit, it's got to be
Yo, landscape
We arrange a whole shape
Rock the fly tape
Then I continue to skyscrape
Like blah!!!!!!!!!!!
Yo
All my niggas in the place
What now
Talk to my bitches
All up in the place
See my niggas
They be laying all up in the cut now
Anyhow
I'ma doing my thing
And blow the spot baby
Maybe bust a little nut now
Funny how the older bitches get familiar
And try to give a nigga just a little butt now
Sing along
(Smoke now, nigga get high)
And get all in this money nigga
(Before we die)
Bitches let me know that you up in the spot
(Whoop whoop wooo)
All of my niggas just shout it at me (Yeah yo)
Even though it's kind of ill
Nigga follow the flow
Nigga wanna know where we shine
Try'na ball and glow
Watch for the sound round
When I swallow the dough
I'ma do it to ya
Like I never did it before
Now let me give it to you
(Flipmode Squad baby)
Now what the fuck y'all niggas wanna know about the
(God baby)
Ha
Then I jump right out of the whip
And I park it
My pinky gleam
Like a motha fuckin' third of the Antarctic
Everybody get wild in the spot
All my niggas just pile in the spot
It's such a shame
Somebody might just lose they child in the sky
C'mon all my niggas C'mon (What)
My niggas that be reppin' with me (What)
My niggas that be holding me down (Ha hooo)
And high steppin' with me (What)
C'mon all my bitches C'mon (What)
My bitches that be reppin' with me (What)
My bitches that be holding me down (Whoop whoop woo)
And high steppin' with
Now
Tell me what you niggas really wanna do
C'mon now (Excuse me)
We coming through
C'mon now
Hit you with the brand new
When I'm bumping
You don't need to ask who
Nigga please (C'mon now)
Where the trees (C'mon now)
Shit
When I'm bouncing
And hit you with the flow
Then I make you just act a fool
One two (One two)
Wild like another mad nigga
To be ready to back it too
Here we go (Here we go)
A lot of motha fuckas
They ain't even got a clue
C'mon now
Let me school y'all niggas permanently
Like a motha fuckin' tattoo
C'mon now
Hey (Hey)
Hey (Hey)
You know you shouldn't (Try it)
My nigga
Before we do shit to (Start up a riot)
Everytime we come through
All the bitches shout (Whoop whoop woo)
All of my niggas shine if you ready (Yeah yeah)
Let me blow for a few
Nigga C'mon
Bounce in the street
With the heat stashed under the seat
In a Range that's blue nigga (C'mon)
Cats like you be searching the crib
All the weakling niggas in your crew nigga (C'mon)
Everytime a nigga come step in the spot
Y'all niggas know we come to blow the venue nigga (C'mon)
But wait
Guess what (Guess what)
Flipmode to the rescue nigga (C'mon)
Y'all (Y'all)
Know (Know)
When we put it down
Niggas really wanna blow this shit (Shit)
It's (It's)
Like I got a grenade in my hand
And you know I wanna throw this shit (Yo)
Everybody get stuck in the spot
You don't really give a fuck in the spot
Better watch your whip
Because they might just tow your truck from the spot
C'mon all my niggas C'mon (What)
My niggas that be reppin' with me (What)
My niggas that be holding me down (Ha hooo)
And high steppin' with me (What)
C'mon all my bitches C'mon (What)
My bitches that be reppin' with me (What)
My bitches that be holding me down (Whoop whoop woo)
And high steppin' with me
Zigga
Ha ha ha, yo
Ya'll
Yo, I walk through brick walls
Fuck around hijack your whole shopping malls
I be rippin shit, that's my word bond
Scream then I watch the whole planet earth respond
Do just what ya told
The remote control
Crash cars and shit
Ya know how we role
When I tumble and drive then you reply my my my my my my
Yo I execute all plans
Run up in two bitches for me and my mans
Ha, breakin flows, ha for my fans
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Strike matches, golden egg hatches
Request line is open send all your faxes
Freaks the flows with no rehersan
Pull the skate back which when the beat start reversin
Just so wak you make people start cursin
Flows contradict worser than the King James version
Turn on the mic but your shit will stop workin
Beats brudlized your whole rhyme, your head hurtin
Broom sticks and britches from rags to riches
Forget mad love
Well ya'll niggas britches
Amateur, why won't you look right at the calender
A matter of time before I start to damage ya
So starting to just bust my rhyme calbo
Consecutive wounds like a nigga stamager
Ya, my whole team get wild cream
Poloticin every move to the extreme
So hardcore like Gwackjaw McGraw
Fuck what you heard you ain't heard this before
Ha, yo I come right through the door
With rhymes galore Busta Rhymes be the imbasator
Explore my metaphor you beg for more
Hardcore serious surely insurcure
I said my whole squad of niggas come through and break the law
My family tight more than collect four
I come through and create the master pieces
Bend your mind with rhyme colictalictist
Ya'll, I will break shit down
Lost or found floor will blast like a four pound
Right before I hit you off with my vaccine
Starch, cobohidrates lots of protein
Vaccine baby girl yo I hope your ass clean
Magazine frontine fly lips is lime green
Ya'll, every time ya'll, I'm on the scene
High beam the lights and watch will remain supreme, ha
Don't ya know when I keep it comin
Blow the fort
Make ya wrist hard to hand cuffin
Bounce on the beat and watch how a nigga work it
Buck wild makin ya speaker short curcit
This heavy weight tip the scale on the triple beam
Busta Rhymes blast and still bang the main screen, blow
I had ta make ya all mad
Hit ya off, interlude
Bounce to Trinidad
Know I see a bitch nigga soft
Make a nigga cough, breakin and turn ya ass off
Extra raw l
Lay on your back and on the floor
Busta Rhymes got to headline the whole ball
Cause we so hardcore like Gwackjaw McGraw
Fuck what you heard we ain't heard this before
What this world is comin to, to, to
Can you see, see, see, see
What's in store for you, for you, you, you, you, you, you, you
Yo, right before I lay your soul to sleep
Witness the day of your wreckin and wit god on the street
Behold! What the fuck y'all niggas come around here for
We massacre the masses so therefore
Here's your, invitation to explore
The way we gather up niggas to thoroughly rep for
My street niggas, C'mon!
Stressed niggas, C'mon!
Hungry niggas, C'mon!
Yes, yes y'all, C'mon!
Hope my live motherfuckers pass the test y'all
Prepare for high retribution, and I hope God bless y'all (bless y'all)
Fuck shit up and watch the truth manifest y'all (fest y'all)
Feel it in your guts and the burnin in your chest y'all (chest y'all)
Pushin through just like a wild flood
With such a pain that's so intense it make y'all wanna cry blood
My slang talk earned a scholarship, from how to style a chick
Influnce rulership and earn another dollar quick (quick)
You need to do the philisophical research
Fuck around and be the next to die you better leave first
Yo, my whole crew extra large, stay charged
Like polytheism havin belief in many gods
I gotta handful of niggas wit a sick disease
Die close to destructive anti-social tendencies
Yo, turn up the treble just a level
Analyze the science deeper than when Musa symbolized the devil
Now let me ask y'all
Ha, all hell break loose
Yo, we fight to the end and never call for a truce
Y'all niggas better pick and choose and select the battles wisely
Always with the same approach and never once surprised me
Ha, however how clever
Niggas is fighting for mad cheddar
Yo, cold like the wind blow in the winter
Make you remember the torture like the frostbite that bit off your finger
This Means War, I said it before
Adrenaline rush, heart beat rapid, sweat wet up the floor
Try to threat and wanna battle me nigga
I'ma show you the major differnce between a dream and reality nigga
Yo, then I continuously hype up a nation
Huddle wit my niggas plan for tomorrow go into isolation
And analyze how many niggas gon lose
Tryin to squeeze they foot up in a pair of great man shoes
And analyze how we was needed to live
Carry out my dooney give the most thanks and be appreciative
Pass this to all my seeds after me
Represent and fight to be that everything my seeds want me to be
The economy has been at it's best, to all my niggas hungry
Let's keep weavin and magical methods of makin money
So I'ma rep at my fullest, you can't spark me
All my niggas dirty
Hungry and thirsty
Hitcha like 30 30 for watcha worst see
Ya know we got to get this money
Survival hungry
A yo ooh baby
What I feel is just, ha
The type of shit that make you act stupid for real, but a
Ya'll, before ya try to wear these you need to hear these
Welcome all ya'll to my world series
Ya ya ya
Elaborate on Busta Rhymes theories
Ya ya ya
I could bust your ass from half a ball Mcs
Ya ya ya
Never disrespect these monumental creating new flow
The full blast we'll hit'em hit'em hit'em high hit'em low
And while your style will soften, then my mind will drift often
To illusions of my lyrics given you massages in the coffin
The boom shock ooh wee
Horny nigga crash into a motherfuckin tree
I visualize shit and we in the place to be
Extra strength nigga bett's ta mind the party
Full fears I just pierce of in the place
Make the spot look scarce and peruse
Needles in ya face
Fuck dumb shit straight up
Keep it bouncin baby make sure you hold your wait up
A ha
Yea, just watch how the flow will change up for sure
Rippin until my niggas walk out the door
Ya'll, I refuse to lose
Look at the news and read the interviews
Flipmode is da squad
A unit made of many crews
Give me the whole entire wheel of fortune
Makin a sacrifice no matter what the shit be coustin
And while you coughing I be flawsine like a fuckin dolphin
A lot of bitch rich niggas expernce extortion
This hours born when I'ma form
I drop a million in a one stony rocks on niggas like a fuckin hailstorm
I pulnternal my new flow
Put on your funeral home suit
And exacuted with a bang shoop
The blow torch been ignited
Those who seem exited, ha
I'ma bout ? bunch of bitch niggas and they extradited
You soundin so sloppy
Like a broken muffler draggin behind an older lobby
Once the bomb drops here's to aftermath
Scientist tried to disscet my way and formulate my craft
Worrying bout how I achieve things
The way I antilze shit and how I proceed things
My style is real like bear skin imported from the Pursuance
Follow my excoriation all the way till you feelin the newer vibe version
I complete the after feat
Destroy who ever complicate the way how I eat
yo, it all began like, bust it
My nigga City bout to bounce on a trip
We met some niggas with alot of things they want em to flip
I told my nigga get the dough and keep the blau on your hip
Travel safe, you know that I'ma hold it down on the strip
Good lookin, word to mother son I give you my wit
But when I get back, I'ma bounce straight to your crib
On the strength, son slid until you to the Greyhound
Wit a burner in the knapsack, headed straight outta town
Now, three days pass I'm still on the strip
Doin hand to hand with twelve collapsible, stashable clips
With little magnets on the side of the clips we planted like a project
When police come we stick the clips in any metal object
Throwin a nigga on the walls and try to search me down
I laugh knowin that my stash'll never be found
Well anyway, on the third day, son came straight to the strip
Wit a new floss and shiny shoes on the whip
My nigga hit me with the latest, greatest
He told me get inside the whip so I can know just what the up to date is
He said he fuckin wit some Guyanese niggas how ill them niggas is
What kind of dough they get, and how they handle they biz
How they connect with Jamaician niggas who speak American
And how they chains swung a medallion iced out pelicans
And how they stay wit four pounders
And speak American to try to blend in
Like they aint obvious out of towners
Okay, I've never heard of workers gettin five G's pay
For trips that last for only 2-3 day
How these Guyanese niggas be eatin pasta but they love zucchini
Rockin valor tennis suits by Sergio Tecchini
Them type of cats that call you because you can't call 'em
Rockin baseball fitters with wild animal skins on 'em
How they rock silks and tailor made pants
And get a matching bally shoe for the silk to step in the dance
Washrags hangin from every one of our back pockets
>From every fine wine to champagne them niggas'll straight cop it
And set up shops in them neighborhoods that was residential
Rock laced whips while the workers'll floss the latest rentals
How they fuck with arrogant bitches who act pussy
And love to hustle wit niggas and stash coke up in they pussy
After all of that I wanted ones
The way my nigga was talkin so next trip I went to bounce with son
So now we out of town with Guyanese cats
Up in they gates bubbling packages and layin wit gats
Shit was slow until the main fiend was offed
Just like a thief in the night
And spread the word that we was back with the white
"Ayo why don't you tell that crackhead to close the fuckin door
and shut the fuck up"
"Yeah man and clean the motherfucking spot up, smell like..."
"Break the fuckin breakdown in the working city... yo go get the plates
and the gym star"
"Yo light that up, lemme hit that, gimme a light, yeah man cut that"
"Fuck this shit"
Yeah, see how we blowin pa
The lookout niggas holdin fort like they was watchtowers
Buggin on how we went through, a half a brick every couple of hours
So on and so on, shit is good and we eatin
First nigga to short a package will catch the most brutal beatin
The whole town, see we now own it
Carryin on and blemishing all in the hearts of the best moments
We stackin cheddar now and shit is all clear
And we was growin as workin niggas wit aspiring ideas
We love to floss and the feeling of pushing chrome shit
But in the grand scheme these niggas'll love to have they own shit
Now these niggas was really ready to swell up
We decided to separate from them niggas and make our shit develop
Off in to the wilderness of the wicked Husid
We set up shops and watched the games begin
So now we ballin like a motherfucker, money was sick
Gas on the cheddar and these bitches ridin the dick
Fuckin everything from the local McDonald's bitches with the biggest ass
To attorney bitches that'll beat a charge fast
We used to takin niggas' custies and leave they set up on tilt
And watch 'em angrily scheme on the shit that we built
Aint it funny how shit transpire in fact
Not too long after our ride we took the winner's stash, house was at
Some niggas tried to run a jook with things in they palm
Not a problem so immediately reach for the john
Right away the gun BUST! straight lifted a nigga
How we moved his organs with kickback, shifted a nigga
Wild shots fire, everybody scatter like rats
Leavin nothing but gunpowder and a trail of smoke in these gats
Now we got this faggot nigga blood on our hands
But fuck it, determined to fulfill the best of these plans
Shit was hot but we was nowhere near ready to fall
My son said he shot, but he wasn't bleeding at all
Word, I started buggin when my nigga said he feel cold
Then I looked up on the right side of his shirt and found a little hole
So as we continue to radically blaze the fifth
Flame the iron, not giving a fuck, y'all niggas wanna rip?
Well we deaded three out of the four niggas who tried to jook
One nigga slid and think he got off the hook
Now let me find out one out of them three niggas we bodied
Was one of them Guyanese niggas who buy drinks up for the party
He was the nigga to flood the table with champagnes
Stupid motherfucker tried to front, we had to leak his brain
Suddenly my nigga fell to the floor
And said his legs feel like them shits aint got no feelins no more
More the actin up the more the shit I felt in my gut
The shit was all over as soon as the director said CUT!
That's a wrap, good actin motherfuckers, good actin
That's the shit I'm talkin about
Y'all ready to watch the playback?
[Greg Nice] Hella hella hella 1997 style, hey hey hey hey
What what? Hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey hey hey
[Busta Rhymes] Greg Nice, Busta Rhymes in the place to be
And for the whole entire world to see
Fuckin up your whole entire par-ty
Chorus: Greg Nice, Busta RHymes
Busta Rhymes and Greg Nice we never fa-il
(You won't te-ll, I won't te-ll)
My shit stay fresh never ever ever stale
(You won't te-ll, I won't te-ll)
Foot shock to your ass just like the third ra-il
(You won't te-ll, I won't te-ll)
Snitches get stitches when they go to ja-il
(You won't te-ll, I won't te-ll)
Verse One: Greg Nice
Sometimes I feel like Bobby's World
Rocked the mic, before jheri curl
Single, mingle, no main girl
On the low, like Secret Squirrel
Uhh! It's time to Patti Duke
So shake whatcha mamma gave ya like Luke
It's Greg N-I always down to juice
Too much Hennesey make ya puke
Now I bust on indo dreams
Uhh, I don't be fuckin with keys
Rock the shell-top, or pin-striped Lee's
I could write a song make a hundred G's
You went back to high school, nuthin but a tease
Know I got stones, call me Mr. Please Please
Walkin down the street wit yo'
box in your hand... hot damn!
I never drove a Lex dog, never drove a Land
or a Testarossa, rather puff L's
and I sip on mimosa, bedroom wall
homegirl have my poster, I'm not surprised
That's the way it's supposed to, makes ya hot
Much hotter than a toaster, style elevates
like a roller coaster
Chorus
Verse Two: Busta Rhymes
Yo, the greatest unsolved mystery
of how I rotate your chicken golden rotissiere
Freak the cheesecake flow from here to Sicily
You really need to get offa my, hickory-dickory
The main attraction, even freaks the close caption
Snap break a piece off, a little small fraction
I still fulfill your dissatisfaction
I'm in the process, of completing a transaction
Huh, Carnegie Hall, like a opera singer nigga
Still doin the yes y'all, uhh!
Today we bust guns in the future we bustin lasers
Out of range in case you tried to reach me through my pager
I'm bout to blaze ya, with the flows that will amaze ya
Hot to death nigga, call me Smokin Joe Frazier
Seal up the box and present the closed casket
Busta Rhymes got the boombastic fruit basket
Bend your ass back, stretch you like elastic
More drastic when I be feelin fantastic, uhh!
Caught the chills stack the large bills barbeque on the grill
Me and my niggaz grant wills
Niggaz talkin shit but they ain't got no skills
Lookin like they full of shit your niggaz named you no frills
Don't let me catch you takin for granted
When my lyrical cause will leave y'all niggaz stranded
Distributed by, Warner Elektra and Atlantic
Niggaz thought they could fly, but really crash landed
Hah, when I'm in the place I'm up in your house
All y'all corny motherfuckers need to shut your mouth!
Chorus
[Greg Nice]
If you won't te-ll, I won't te-ll
If you won't te-ll (I said that I won't te-ll)
I say if you won't te-ll...
Q-Tip:I got the Busta bust
Yo, we make the shit wild hot
Busta:We got Kamaal
Complete, we make the shit wild hot
Q-Tip:I got the Busta bust
Yo, we make the shit wild hot
Both:All y'all rude boys lick a shot (gun shot)
Q-Tip:I be the all-I-seein'
The MCin'
Human bein'
Soon to be in your museum
When I'm in your colisseum
I'm MCin'
Punishin' wack niggas for disagreein'
Did you see him?
No, 'cause he move like the wind, in flight
Counter-attack like a Jedi Knight
If you're goin' to think about combatin'
General Latin
Of this MC shit you did, killa
You just a private in the lower class
I be the upper at your lawn
Don Juan, when the mic's on
Chief Abstract, Ace Quasimoto
Fuckin' with me, you'll be finished like photo
I'm sure to bust your shit like bolo
Black Nation needs a team, fuck solo
I can see ya in your eyes the webness
When your ass starts to cry it's redness
You can witness the style that I kick from the linguistics
But please come, so save it
Dealin' with the try, but you never can
My nigga Busta Rhymes about to get his man
Ay yo, we do it like this and then we do it like that
It's the Abstract with the new format
We do it like this and then we do it like that
It's the Busta bust with the new format
Busta:FIGARO, Figaro, Figaro
Bust yo shit, scar yo windpipes and make me break yo elbow
Put my foot in your ass slow
Feel the force like a race horse or like a heard of buffalo
Teel me why you be actin' soft
Freak the Spanish flow
Like Julio ?Lepingpacndahoe?
Freeze like chilly Willy the Eskimo
Vigilante like Steven Segal
Now bust the desperado
You fuckin' with the all time pros
While the zoom lens ammorate niggas from transistor radios
Mission Impossible without expose
Once I diagnose those who be creepin' blow 'em off they tippy toes
Sorry, fake nigga that's how it goes
Sport the suede-front bullet proof vests in case
you complicate my dough
Handle situations pronto
While appearances got you all hearin' this when I be doin' cameos
Shit be Wild Hot like Tabasco
Fuck the fool-ass nigga trespass and caught him in my last zone
Stick a nigga bad like the last hole
Runnin' up on muthafuckas late night jumpin' out the astro
No, No,No,No,No
If you violate I start to dictate just like Fidel Castro
Make you dreadlock yo' afro
And when I'm done I ride of with theme music by my man D'Angelo
We make the shit Wild Hot
Chorus (x3)
From Dr. Dolittle 2 Soundtrack
[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah, yeah, yeah Flipmode
Yeah, yeah, yeah Flipmode
Yeah, yeah, yeah Flipmode
Yeah, yeah, yeah Flipmode
Yeah, yeah, yeah Flipmode
Keep it goin c'mon
Keep it goin c'mon
Keep it goin c'mon
Part 2, Ha!
[Spliff Star]
Yeah, Let me show you what it is right now
Grip the 5th hit you in your shit right now
Make room my squad moving big right now
Stack chips, crib looking sick right now
Chicks I switch em like kicks right now
Sorry can't help it; I'm a pimp right now
My new revenue thick right now
Or I'd have to come back and cook a brick right now
[Rah Digga]
Near none of y'all hoochies couldn't move me right now
Went from Gap to Guess to a Gucci right now
Gunnin for your title, why bother right now
Some of y'all more bitch then Puffy's driver right now (stop)
Digga can rock; watch me spit it for blocks
In between big screens like I'm Vivica Fox
Second album showing no mercy right now
We first since Eminem controversial right now
(Chorus)
[Kelis (Busta Rhymes)]
Flipmode what it is right now (C'mon)
Flipmode what it is right now (Uh-ha, Uh-ha)
Flipmode what it is right now (All my people Uh-ha, Uh-ha)
Flipmode what it is right now (Flipmode nigga, Flipmode nigga)
Flipmode what it is right now (What you want nigga)
Flipmode what it is right now (Uh-ha, Uh-ha)
Flipmode what it is right now (All my people Uh-ha, Uh-ha)
Flipmode what it is right now (C'mon, Uh-ha, Uh-ha)
[Rampage]
We got you stuck right now
Shit we lookin for bitches to fuck right now
Chickens and Peacocks and ducks right now
Different birds with feathers to pluck right now
When we pull up in the truck right now
All black seven-forty deluxe right now
Niggas hate to self-destruct right now
Wishin that I was takin the bus right now
[Roc Marciano]
Let's get it on right now
I feel it more right now
Big and small and skin em all right down
Wide variety of kicks
And 9 times out of 10 I'm get a bitch
And get so…right now, I mean right now
Fuck a white gal in a tight towel, and right now
Things are like Iron Mike now
Throw hard rights and knock em out right now
(Chorus w/ different adlibs from Busta Rhymes)
[Kelis]
This be the beat to rock for the beats (yeah)
Bang that shit you crack the concrete (c'mon)
When we come thru you know we drop bombs
Flip-mode 2-k-1 dot com
Hands in the air till you weaken both arms
Ladies shake ya ass; fellas roll the charms
We keepin it street cause how we live
That's what it is baby, that what it is baby
[Baby Cham]
Uh, Yeah
It's QB right now
Niggas is wonderin who's he right now
He the nigga wit 20's on V's right now
Pushin a whip on empty streets right now
Fly by you catch a cab right now
Put your cap down to the Force Eclipse right now
Die slow got niggas pickin they scabs now
Let it bleed right now, close your eyes no sounds
[Busta Rhymes]
I thought I told you who it is right now
You ain't go to guess this ain't a fuckin quiz right now
Tap better like Melvin Giz right now
Bus-a-Bus the motherfucking grand wiz right now
In case you ain't knowing it's Flipmode right now
Stopping ya bank takin ya doe right now
Bitch wanna fuck around wit a pro right now
I see betta bitches I think you got to go right now
(Chorus w/ different adlibs from Busta Rhymes)
[Busta Rhymes]
It's Spliff Star up in the spot c'mon
It's Rah Digga in the spot c'mon
Rampage is in the spot c'mon
Yeah, Roc Marc in the spot c'mon
Yeah, Baby Cham is in the spot c'mon
Yeah, Bus-a-Bus is in the spot c'mon
Yeah, Scratchator is in the spot c'mon
Bus'll tell you what it is right now
2001 hot shit, hot shit, hot shit
Hot shit, hot shit, hot shit, hot shit, hot shit
Yeah yeah
Fix that guitar shit
Yeah
Ay yo Mystikal
(Here I go wha)
Iz they getting' rowdy wit' us
Iz they wildin' wit us
Yeah yeah
Flipmode nigga (wha)
No Limit nigga (wha)
Flipmode nigga (wha)
No Limit nigga (wha)
Flipmode nigga
Yo yo yo (Here we go)
Coincide with yo boy check out with no lines
On yo boy look out but don't hide
When you bust it up and keep rhymes
When you walk towards the tape offline
For your boys got instinct rhymes
When you bump between the sixteen lines
When you bowl win the goal bitches scream
Win the goal keep ahead keep it live
Before you go get your tattoo rhymes
For your boy pick a bell in the bathroom
Penalized doing it till he get tired of ya boy
That shit between me and you niggas
Then trying to figure out what I say
I give less than a fuck, what you doing over there
Just don't get in my way
Hear my records feel my presence now and forever and until
Stop what you doing and work it fuck it nice
Just complete it with a licking to the man right there
Tell you mother fuckerswhat we came to do
It's just plain as day but they don't wanna see
If you don't wanna fight get the fuck is you'll be
In the spot working on my beat
Long time I'm having no compromise
I'ma open them up and them I'm dumping them out
I'm keeping it hard so don't get mad
Cause I'm loading 'em up and I'm running 'em out
Hit 'em with the bang then I feel a bang
Take her in the backyard outside leave 'em in a ring
Teach the niggas not to fuck with us
And next year we gon do the same thing and
Now who you is nigga?
I'm Mystikal nigga
Now who you is nigga?
I'm Busta Rhymes nigga
Now is they wildin with us
And getting rowdy with us
Now is they wildin with us
And getting rowdy with us
Yo yo yo yo yo yo
Me and my nigga Mystikal make a plan that generate
Sufficient amount of funds across many lands
Generate the heat the place radiate
When I break shit I drop create a earthquake
Yo, anyway we still double masking
And get the gambit and eat super pie niggas
All over the track with a kick in your back
I know we making you black
And you stay fucking with that
You my niggas is platinum
Can you deal with the fact?
Me and the fact getting money
With my name on the plaque
You know how I blow the spot
You niggaz can't fuck with what I got
Nigga please
Ooh nigga you don't need me to smoke trees
Nigga freefall make you feel some of these
Oh by hollow tips pinned in your ass
Get off the Earth the fact that you even in my class
All my live bitches get over here
And all my live bitches get with the niggas right there
All you other niggas get in the rear
All you weak funny niggas you better stand clear
Come inside of my storm put on your gear
You ain't up here my nigga better be up outta here
Yo, when we come you know we the one
We only here to get money till the whole shit done
Flipmode wildin wildin
Yeah y'all wildin wildin
No Limit rowdy rowdy
Getting rowdy rowdy
Busta Rhymes wildin wildin
Yeah you wildin wildin
Mystikal rowdy rowdy
Gettin rowdy rowdy
Flipmode wildin wildin
Yeah y'all wildin wildin
No Limit rowdy rowdy
Getting rowdy rowdy
Busta Rhymes wildin wildin
Yeah you wildin wildin
Mystikal rowdy rowdy
You getting rowdy rowdy
What
Mystikal and Busta Rhymes
Busta Rhymes and Mystikal
No Limit and Flipmode
Flipmode and No Limit
What you talking bout nigga what what
What the fuck nigga
What you want nigga
Huh huh-huh huh-huh huh huh-huh-huh huh
Huh huh-huh HUH HUH-huh huh-huh-huh huh
Huh huh-huh, huh huh WOOOH!!!
WOO-WOO-WOO-WOOH!!!
WOO WOO WOOOOH
Yeah, everybody, c'mon
Here we go party people WOOOH
Pull up in the whip, pop the trunk, feel it?
Fear for the will of baboon funk, ya hear it?
Me and my nigga Richie was itchy to meet some women
Met some chickens, they was actin so snobby and bitchy, fuck it
Pass me the sticky,
the chicky wanted to leave me with a kiss and a hickie
I ain't wit it but give me a quicky
I ain't in to doin the licky-licky
even though you be lookin so pretty,
I own all of my shit, never 50-50
Oodle noodles all 'dose fools never refuse
Accuse me for the bruise
Chick outta rattle and sound, better tighten the screws
Runnin and gunnin, kinda stunnin
the way we be comin around, slummin, wylin and dollin
My nigga Horace kick up a nigga like Chuck Norris
Got some other niggas lost way up in the forest
Hang you up in a harness, label me and all of my niggas the hardest
Fuck around, be the next "Formerly Known As" artist
Layed out with a goddess, pretty lilly Adonis
Besides all of that, niggas is 'nomous, I make you all a promise
The promise is that I'm so dominant and that I am so prominent
captured the whole of Asia as a continent
Oh shit, I be comin and tumblin down
rumblin, stumblin down
Freaky prophet with unusual musical sound
Bringin the ruckus, you motherfuckers be givin me pounds
So many sound, give me the camcorder and a city with plans
Me and my fam, hustle and tussle in makin this groove, me and my mans
How we gon' do this? (MAKE THEM MOVE)
Keepin it live (WHERE MY NIGGAS IS AT?)
Stackin my paper (PUT IT AWAT SAFE)
Straight buckwild, let me see your hands
What we gon' do? (DO IT TO DEATH)
What we gon' do? (WE GON' DO IT TO DEATH)
What we gon' do? (DO IT TO DEATH)
What we gon' do? (DO IT TO DEATH)
Yo! Pin or a needle, make you wobble or weeble
Niggas is feeble, back in the day I used to get money illegal
Get some ass, cop a room down at the Regal
Hit you wit so much drama make niggas always wait for the sequel
Yo there ain't no equal on how we be reppin for the people
Yo there really ain't no equal.....
Ask Hillary, met her down on Flatbush and Tillory
She killin me, got me crazy, wylin, actin straight grizzly
We never made it too far together,
I left her standin on Franklin and Willoughby
Another mystery to me
While she still on the corner kissin at me, hissin at me
Ignorin these bitches, they're angry, now they're riffin at me
Vital and critical, literal lyrical, make niggas pitiful
Go to the clinical, examine your physical
Frightening and enlightening at the same time
Get the goods and price them, and doin the heist again
You thinkin we would be nice again
We on a mission, we don't need none of your advice again
Hold me down BABY, pitter patter, you chitter chatter too much
I'ma splitter splatter your blidder bladder,
make you spill out your guts
How we gon' do this? (MAKE THEM MOVE)
Keepin it live (WHERE MY NIGGAS IS AT?)
Stackin my paper (PUT IT AWAT SAFE)
Straight buckwild, let me see your hands
What we gon' do? (DO IT TO DEATH)
What we gon' do? (WE GON' DO IT TO DEATH)
What we gon' do? (DO IT TO DEATH)
What we gon' do? (DO IT TO DEATH)
Flipmode Squad, HELL YEAH!
How we gon' do? (WE GON' DO IT TO DEATH)
Flipmode Squad, HELL YEAH!
How we gon' do? (WE GON' DO IT TO DEATH)
How we gon' do? (WE GON' DO IT TO DEATH)
Aiyo, how we gon' do? (WE GON' DO IT TO DEATH)
How we gon' do? (WE GON' DO IT TO DEATH)
How we gon' do? (WE GON' DO IT TO DEATH)
Aiyo, Flipmode Squad, HELL YEAH!
How we gon' do? (WE GON' DO IT TO DEATH)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
Act a fool you better watch out (Uh-huh)
Hot shit be ringin the cops out (Come On)
Street niggas is ringin them shots out
Short circuits blacken the blocks out
Now open up the garage and pull the drops out
Rockin the fur coat bringin the blue fox out
Diamonds light up the block runnin the blue rocks out (Uh)
Wylin till all of my crew knocked out (Come On)
Get yo' ass up on the floor (Huh!)
Throw ya hands if you wan't some more (Ho!!!)
Baby, we'll leave your crotch out
And peep the way we be blowin them spots out
Come on, look how we got 'em ready to act out
Girl, I'm ready to give it twistin your back out (Let's go)
Drink yack till a nigga fallin out
Flat on his back now watch a nigga crawlin out, talk to me
I said Busta (What's up son?)
Leave them girl rollin....And it look like (Come on)
They asses is swollen (And they ass gettin big now)
But if your man baby sittin, then what you gon' say
(What we gon' tell 'em man?)
We gon' tell that nigga (Pass the Courvoisier)
We gon' tell that brotha (Pass the Courvoisier)
Everybody sing it now {Pass the Courvoisier}
Everybody sing it now {Pass the Courvoisier}
Waah oooooooooooo oh!!
Girl you need to shake it off
Too much hair on your chocha
Shave it off
Come on, jump smack your ass and break it off
And if it's too hot for y'all?
You need to take it off
In case you ain't knowin niggas we on a roll now
Diddy, like we done stumbled on a pot of gold now (Come On)
Food spillin all out of the bowl now (Huh)
Money thick and heart of the fold now (Come On)
Ladies tell me if your feelin {alright}
And are ya sure that your up for doin it {all night}
I Like this
Listen, before you ass bent, nigga
We wreck shit and we ain't even blacked yet (Come On)
Niggas all around and it's to rightfully shut down the block
Chain the club ain't even packed yet (Come On)
Nuff drinkin at the bar hold it down wylin out
Till the club is closed down, talk to me
I said Busta (What's up son?)
Leave them girl rollin....And it look like (Come On)
They asses is swollen (And they ass gettin big now)
But if your man baby sittin, then what you gon' say
(What we gon' tell 'em man?)
We gon' tell that nigga (Pass the Courvoisier)
We gon' tell that brotha (Pass the Courvoisier)
Everybody sing it now {Pass the Courvoisier}
Everybody sing it now {Pass the Courvoisier}
Waah oooooooooooo oh!!
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
To rob a bank my nigga cash rule
Bust it, let's get this money and act like a damn fool
Fuck it, act stupid and jump in the damn pool (Huh)
Bone bitches and me and they man's cool
Should be sayin, is what you thinked up? nigga
With me and Diddy together you bankrupted (Come On)
Fly niggas we full of finesse y'all (Yeah!)
Me and my nigga is fittin to bless y'all (Come On)
Don't talk about it, be about it
(SHUT UP!!!) Live niggas come to be around it
(WADDUP, COME ON!!) Rep to the fullest now (Huh)
These niggas ain't knowin how we gone put it down (Come On)
Cocked aim to shoot
To spray it down
Steam rollin you niggas
And lay it down
Niggas frontin with they thug image
And we pay them no mind
I don't drink until the bottle finish, talk to me
I said Busta (What's up son?)
Leave them girl rollin....And it look like (Come On)
They asses is swollen (And they ass gettin big now)
But if your man baby sittin, then what you gon' say
(What we gon' tell 'em man?)
We gon' tell that nigga (Pass the Courvoisier)
We gon' tell that brotha (Pass the Courvoisier)
Everybody sing it now {Pass the Courvoisier}
Everybody sing it now {Pass the Courvoisier}
Waah oooooooooooo oh!!
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
(JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
I said Busta (What's up son?)
Leave them girl rollin....And it look like (Come On)
They asses is swollen (And they ass gettin big now)
But if your man baby sittin, then what you gon' say
(What we gon' tell 'em man?)
We gon' tell that nigga (Pass the Courvoisier)
We gon' tell that brotha (Pass the Courvoisier)
Everybody sing it now {Pass the Courvoisier}
Everybody sing it now {Pass the Courvoisier}
From Blade II soundtrack
[Busta Rhymes talking]
Silkk the Shocker, Busta Rhymes
Never been done before you motherfuckers
Tanks and armored trucks bitches
Don't get it fucked up
Don't even look at me diagonally
You better look at me straight up and down
Six o'clock bitch, check it out now
[Busta Rhymes]
First and foremost I'm only here to knock shit down
And push ya shit back and completely lock shit down
And make sure niggas know how to act
The way we blaze shit, imagine if we really had to resort to the gat
[Silkk the Shocker]
Yeah, we treat niggas like audiences just clap em' down
Well fuck what happened before this what's happenin' now
For you niggas who hate, really can't stand for this
Break both ya legs, now ya can't really stand for shit
[Busta Rhymes]
You motherfuckers thought the game was the same
Now a days niggas in the hood got dabs to shoot down a plane
We bloody niggas so quick and so fast
Instead of givin' niggas that gat I prefer to put a foot in they ass
[Silkk the Shocker (Busta Rhymes)]
I got something for them dudes who be tryin' to be too hard
A street sweeper and I ain't talkin' about kind that can move ya car
I'm a bad dude (Oh yeah, I'm really talkin' about bad)
I'm a big ol' problem (And he ain't really talkin' about math)
[Hook: Busta Rhymes]
To all my thugs in the street puttin' it down with us, come on
My real live soldiers puttin' it down with us, come on
My street corner colonels, uh, get down with us, come on
My dogs who hold they post down is down with us, where you at
Now all my people in the East is down with us, come on
My hustlers in the West is down with us, come on
My Dirty South gangstas, yeah, is down with us, come on
And forever keepin' it gully, ya know it's a must
I'm number one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one
One, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one
I'm number one
[Silkk the Shocker]
I know I'm the one, I'm supposed to win it
No type showin' lots of chips but they mostly twenties
Lots of Cris, mostly bottles
Lots of chicks, mostly models
Lots of bullets solid but they mostly hollow
Ya ain't gotta say nothin' nigga for me to dump off
Here my nuts can say right hear it's the jump off
I'm in the car, smoked when I drive, tear the roof of the coupe off
Me jump in the club, make em' tear the roof off
[Hook]
[Busta Rhymes]
To all my cats who think they thuggin' only doin' it wrong
The church bell rings only to play ya funeral song
You wack nigga throw them lyrics away
Before I turn ya to a ghost make angels carry ya spirit away
Even though my broad be holdin' a snub
A bottle of Cris can end up becomin' the worst weapon inside a club
The way we beat you with and the way we come with such brute force
This how we party and next time me and my whole crew floss
The new boss of this old shit
Before ya move me probably there's a million dudes ya have to go get
So Busta-Bus be makin' em' run
Under studio, every level I say it with conviction
I'm number one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one
One, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one
[Hook]
[Busta Rhymes talking]
Silkk the Shocker, Busta Rhymes
Never been done before you motherfuckers
The one
From the movie When We Were Kings
[Wyclef]
(Come on)
Root to the fruit
More bass than Bootsy Collins
You verses me
Thats like Ali verses Foreman (a-ha)
God's act, stand back and watch
Devil's time out
Can't be timed with no swatch watch
Who I am, the black Abraham
Zunga zunga zang, yellow man, Vietnam
Add an extra bar as I spar with literature
Taking kingdoms from tsars
Winning more wars than the Moors
[Forte]
Hey, what's the deal?
I seen the Devil spar with Allah
Mathematics was the key to set my whole race free
You might debate we, a refugee
No harm hurt me
Dying, thirsty from the struggle
To my own hustle bubble
On the low, woe is me
To show the Free Bob right
The righteous Asiatic thinker
While Satan rob light
Civilised like the Molly
Burgundy, wildy rocking
Seen the fifth when Ali clocked him
John Forte will keep you locked in
[Q-Tip]
People all around
You got to recognise and witness
The Mister who swift enough to knock you out with Mic fitness
Hands blistered from holding the mics tight
Some say it's fright night
Well throw the R after the F 'Cause I'm gonna take away your breath
The bell rings and now it's just a daily operation
Yo, you saw my lubrication
You can see this occupation (The winner)
Eh, you know we're from Q-Borough
L-Booie and Clef the trainers, Prazwell promote the throw
[Lauryn Hill]
We used to bite bullets with the pig-skin casing
Now we perfect slang like a gang of street masons (uh)
Scribe check make connects
True pyramid architects (yeah)
Replace the last name with the X (X)
The man's got a God complex
But take the text and change the picture
Watch Muhammad play the messenger like Holy Muslim scriptures
Take orders from only God
Only war when it's Jihad
See Ali appears in Zaire to reconnect 400 years
But we the people dark but equal give love to such things
To the man who made the fam' remember when we were kings
Blocks on fire (Block's on fire tonight)
Fiends getting higher (uh-huh)
Robbing blue collar
(Hey yo we rob them blue collars)
Killing for a dollar (Stick 'em up)
Youths get tired (Ali ah yeah)
We're dealing with them liars (Ali ah yeah)
(We're dealing with too many liars)
From Brooklyn to Zaire (uh-huh ah yeah)
We need a ghetto Messiah (ah yeah come on)
Send me an angel in the morning, baby
Send me an angel in the morning, darling
Send me Muhammad in the morning, baby
Send me an angel in the morning, darling
[Ali Shaheed Muhammad]
Once the pen hits the pad it's danger
To this I be no stranger
Step inside the ring and I'll derange you (Come on)
I'm hearing no comments
Everyone looks dispondent
Dejected, rejected similiar to Liston
Catching lists
Beat it, sonny
My man is still the greatest in this
To hell with Frazier yappin' about that negative shit
Now listen, you can try and escape if you want to
But ask yourself, who the hell you gonna run to
Like Sade Abu you got a punch that I can sleep to
Fugees, Tribe, Busta Rhymes forever coming through
[Prazwell]
We sing Amazing Grace over two dollar plate
One roll snake eyes like Jake The Snake
Many lies put up for stakes
Wash our sins at the Great Lakes
You and I cannot see eye to eye
So therefore we cannot relate
I'm here when I make myself crystal clear
You fled to Cape Fear when I laced you in Zaire
Tussle with a lasso in the Royal Rumble
Seperate boys from men in the concrete jungle
[Busta Rhymes]
I remember when Cassius Clay flipped the script
Taking trips to Zimbabwe
Africans started calling the God Ali Bumbaye (so bwoy)
It be the God stricken, God nutrition, lightly stricken (ha)
Blow that make you feel like you was poison bitten
Ha yo I'm 'bout to blister you and your sister
Predicting every ass whipping before my fights my nigga
This be your last warning once you walk past the doorman
Ali and Foreman gonna lock ass until the morning
Marvellous finances provided by Joseph Mobutu
Special guests of honour like the Archbishop Desmond Tutu
We watched the Rumble In The Jungle
To see who be the targeted uncle to be the first to fall and fumble
Nuff blows they gettong thrown, like solid milestones
Internally shaking up niggas, imbalance your chromosones
With the force of a thousnad warriors
When I bust your ass identify me as the lord victorious
Blocks on fire (You're a star)
(Blocks on fire)
Fiends getting higher (You're a star)
Robbing blue collar (You're a star)
(Yeah rob them blue collars)
Killing for a dollar (You're a star)
Youths get tired (You're a star)
(Youths getting tired)
We're dealing with them liars (You're a star)
(We're dealing with too many liars)
From Brooklyn to Zaire (You're a star)
We need a ghetto Messiah
¡¡
Ha, Ha, Ha, Uh, Yeah, Yeah
While we hit you with another one of them old phenomenal shits
Nineteen-ninety-six, that nigga comes through with another one of them fucking ill ones
Busta Rhymes in the place to be, Flipmode Squad
Y'all motherfuckers keep it right here
You know how it's going down son
Blow the spot up, one shot
Yo check it out
Aeiyo son, I get busy each and every day
Freaky different shit make you bounce around your way
So many niggas just fade away
Talking shit on mics with nothing to say
When I display freaky bump shit you wanna say
Hit you off, make you and your peoples wanna stay
Yo, who be that nigga that be coming through?
That's me
I'll take the mics just overview
Ha, who, ha
Tell me just what you wanna do
Hit with more shit that make you feel brand new
Steady solid gold posting like Marilyn Macu
Suckers suffocating till their faces turn blue
You don't have a clue, of the proper number of my crew
How we shoot the spit-shine on niggas like a pair of shoes
Any time you wanna set it off
I'ma make sure that you all live to regret it
Chorus:
Don't you do something that will catch up with you
Watch your back before you die
Don't you do something that you live to regret
Or feel the heat so bad baby
Don't you do something that will catch up with you
Watch your back before you die
Don't you do something that you live to regret
Or feel the heat so bad baby
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Huh! Yo!
I be the absolute wicked and that's your first warning
When you start falling, my name you will be calling
Who's that?
You wake up to every single morning, that's me
Busta Rhymes with the loudest talking
Living to regret what they did to you, stay talking
Talking shit you better watch how you be walking
Coming through so that you all can really see
Rhyme after me, bring you back to reality
Ha, check your self nigga
Just count from one to three
Then I hit you off with another new stylee
A-hee, A-hee-hee
Dedicated to MC's
Break you off something with so much new ferocity
So hot, I will burn off your calories
Chase you all down like I was your worst enemy
Better believe this nigga set it
Fuck around and I'ma make sure that you all live to regret it
Chorus:
Don't you do something that will catch up with you
Watch your back before you die
Don't you do something that you live to regret
Or feel the heat so bad baby
Don't you do something that will catch up with you
Watch your back before you die
Don't you do something that you live to regret
Or feel the heat so bad baby
Yo, yo, yo, yo
I be that nigga that you can't see
Breaking shit down in all actuality
All y'all niggas who misbehave
Better count your blessings or make your grave
Uh, this goes out to all the ones who talk trash
Bring the noise nigga, we will bust your ass
If you really wanna set it off
I'ma make sure that you all live to regret it
Chorus:
Don't you do something that will catch up with you
Watch your back before you die
Don't you do something that you live to regret
Or feel the heat so bad baby
Don't you do something that will catch up with you
Watch your back before you die
Don't you do something that you live to regret
Or feel the heat so bad baby
(Repeat to fade with chanting in background)
[Lord have Mercy]
As we approach the current time frame of 1997.With approximately
two and a half years before the year two thousand. Repeatedly it has
been reported that there will be a time soon approaching. That
major disaster will be striking, all levels of existence. It has also been
reported that this disastrous thing will be approaching in the form of
many, many as in squad, squad as in Flipmode squad.
It has also been reported that everyone out of the many will strike,
but this particular motherfucker will strike with an unmeasurable
blast and fuck up everything within his 360o radius.
Warning. Prepare yourselves. Store your food, stamp your paper,
because when this motherfucker gets here, it's about to get real fucked
for everyone and everything, everywhere!!!!
[Dolomite]
Well, Busta Rhymes. Come over here and let me talk to you son.
See know. Dolomite just got back from some shit that you about to
be it. Well are you prepared, I hope you are prepared nigga, cause
you know this is album number two. Yes more bitches than before.
There'll be more bitches, more and more and more. More thirsty
niggas. Time to get inside your shit. Time to throw your whole
chemistry off. Oh yes, there's gonna be a lot more money. Yes a lot
more money than before. So son don't you worry about none of that
shit. All you gotta do is just slap your dick in the mouth of these
bitches that don't wanna act right, and put a hot one in any
motherfucker that wants to get in the way of this powerful shit right
here. Ok son, all right Busta enough of this shit talkin. Lets be on our
way. Cause when disaster strikes there's gonna be a whole lot of
motherfuckers pourin in. All right baby, lets go.
[Spliff Star]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo. Ladies and Gentlemen. Straight from the
motherfuckin street corner. Goin out to all you motherfuckers
across the globe. On the return trip. It be the niggas. The niggas that
live by the code of blood honor. My Flipmode niggas, ha. Spliff bring
you that shit to another extreme. Her to hit you motherfuckers with
a strike of disaster. I bring on to you once again. The eight wonder
of the world. My nigga Busta Rhymes. And I be that nigga, that live
nigga Spliff I Spliff comin through right at you were ever the fuck you
at. Flipmode is da Squad comin through right at you were ever the
fuck you
at.
[Busta Rhymes]
A yo cut my shit off, get it off. A heh a heh, a heh heh.
Here we go again motherfuckers. A heh, lets start this
shit.
* appears in the -1:30 before quot;Get Off My Block quot;
[Spliff Star (Busta Rhymes)]
( quot;What quot;) quot;Check it, what, ha. ( quot;Noooooo! quot;) Ha! Ha-ha, ha! ( quot;Hey! quot;) Yeah. quot;
( quot;I don't care! What! What! Uhhh... quot;)
It's the musical felon, the black John Lennon
who keep the gat between the brief and the denim
The way the world is headed, I can see how it's endin'
but I'm gonna get this paper from now to armageddon
My mental's too strict, my squad is too thick,
I fucked up and slipped but I quickly caught a grip
Since my man put me on, ( quot;Eh-heh. quot;) I took another route
I'm wreckin' shows you know from here to over South
Them mothafuckas know exactly talkin' about
Spliff Star, see me on MTV
Fuck that! I'm comin' to gain on Soul Train
Now I'm gettin' paid like that nigga Damon Wayans
Fuck that! No more stress on the brain!
Fuck that! No more sellin' cocaine!
I'm out there, I'm out there on the radio
Catch me in the video doin' my thing
Still smokin' crucial bang
Just came off my P-O ( quot;Yo! quot;)
I'm in my basement writin' 'nough flow
That's right, my fuckin' brain's open
Got you jealous niggas on the sides slopin'
Smell the weed I'm totin'
It's stink like skunks, I'm beatin' down you punks
Now shut the fuck up! ( quot;'K up! 'K up! 'K up... quot;)
[Busta Rhymes]
quot;Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo, what the-what the fuck is goin' on in my shit! Ayyo,
Spliff Star! How the fuck you up in my shit, got your fuckin' songs on my LP,
nigga Nigga, we know your shit comin' out in '98, mothafucka! Have patience!
Mawfucka tryin' to bogart space on my LP... quot;
Just get off my block
Lord Have Mercy, Busta Rhymes. Flipmode Trilogy
A yo, we ain't familiar at all nigga
Don't like, go grab your gat and lets brawl at hall nigga
Straight fallin
When we use to chill up on park benches
My 20 block radius think we need some barb wire fences
Stop bitch niggas like you from easily trespassing
Nickel nine shine on your eye then you see fire blastin
Get off my premises
A yo Lord is you a friend of his
Mouth him back to John and show this nigga just who the winner is
The presence of a small town
I diminish and blemishes
And my player amps out like a game on my little sega genesis, ha
This inappropriate
Fuck is we talkin for when we ain't even associates
Ass lyrical beatings
Straight trick or treating
What ya eatin
I ain't got no words for you
Fuck speakinm ain't part of my crew
Face look to brand new, who?
Niggas ain't even aloud to send my pass through
Can't chill on corner can't go up in my bull digger
Chill before I call Dinco to grab the qanco sinco
We don't give a fuck right now
We be hi caliber shit
Ya'll corny niggas must bow
We do unforgivable shit
We blow the spot any how, move
Ready for battle cause I'm refusin to lose
I'ma beat ya ass in front of nobody with nuthin to prove
Live nigga shit right there
Beware, stand clear
Many y'all niggaz is welcome here
Fuck is these niggas son
Get off my block
Yo I don't know none of these niggas du
Get off my block
Them niggas wanna sell there weed here
Get off my block
Yo how these unfamiliar corn balls
Get off my block
It's one of these niggas off my street corner
Get off my block
Now who the fuck you beeeeee? Landlord
Cradle la stainless for strangers
Vigilante, trigga stampedes
On the bulletproof for the crews
That lade this nigga ta hand breath
Move you off the block
The a orthodox general
Flash flood when a crowd
Patriotic for the intrepid style and reck more kids that's pitifal
Niggaaaaaaa, for ever trapped in danger
Emaciate when I take my razor
Sharp heards that scare herds
Niggaaaaa, I'm from the wicked city
When chickens twist trees and dick tease
Breast feed
Pet seeds with asthmatic chest we's
Lord Have, cardiac arrest freeze
Please, bastard handicap crews that stay soft
It's mayor, ate off
School your army, ya squad weak
Remove four camps when I say
Pumpin arms like nor plants
I conquer and hold
Home sweet home down with monster control
Still they in the cut like runnin the coal
And still we must bring the ruckus to all you motherfuckers
Automatically, assault and battery
We battle thieves that get tragically slap to sleep to relax the beef
Collapse like weak cancerous lungs
Scatter, we numb
Blind feelin nap with jarred villain that alarm buildings
Con scrimmage, woke up a lot of children
Dirty ass venom village
I finish and outsuns
Then pulls like men is the malk of method vanesha blinds
By all means necessary I reach for mine and lift golden towers from roof tops
And give orders, rugged pound acre
hat I'm gonna do with Erykah Badu
I'm gonna have some fun
What do you consider fun?
Fun, natural fun
I said what I'm gonna do with my man Buster Rhymes
I'm gonna have some fun
What do you consider fun?
Fun, natural fun
Yeah, yeah, uh huh, uh huh, yeah, yeah
Buster Rhymes and Erykah Badu, you'all
Just one
One Love
Everbody's just one
Well thats how I universally greet the whole entire world
And focus on the energy that would make your skin curl
The one strategy, the one universal plan
The master blueprint, one survival for all man
I self Lord am
So divide with me and my woman co aside it's one mind
Bear witness, one respect, one culture, one way of thinking, one vision,
making the one decision, the one way of living
Common destiny amongst all
One understanding amongst me and my woman
So that we can't fall
And keep moving forward based on actual fact
Yes you'all my beautiful Mother Earth
Respect it to the max
Can't mix up or tamper with it no more
We're on the highest form of emotion, holy sacred and pure
And whats mine is yours, specially if we move in the same direction
Just for one common cause
Just one
Opportunity to handle our biz
Just one
My stake so we can equally live
Just one
You know we only have one life to live
Just one
Come together as one
As one
One family
As one
One little kiss now
As one
One entire tear
As one
And let us all love, live now
How about you
Uh huh, uh huh
They know about me
What, what
I gave you tea
Thats right girl
You should agree?
Oh, yes love
A family
One family baby
Is one with thee
Uh huh, uh huh, yes
So that you see?
Right
Hey you'all, you'all
I know my womans love for me
The way she cherish me
Fulfil my every appetite
With a good degree?
Or the ways to inspire or encourage me
The right amount to nourish me
Secure enough so I don't have to ask her where my loving went
When times is hopeless
Sometimes I had to focus on the priceless moments
When my wisdom by,? went by unnoticed
Cos you're my everything
And what is mine is yours
Moving in the same direction for one common cause
Just one
Opportunity to handle our biz
Just one
My stake so we can equally live
Just one
You know we only have one life to live
Just one
Come together as one
As one
One family
As one
One little kiss now
As one
One entire tear
As one
So let us all love, live now
Ask my son right, he bears witness to you
Being the foundation you can come home and watch the babies too
The one way we agree on how to follow tradition
This one family coming first
Play your position
You make the sacrifices, I make the same too
The mother struggle
That I see, thats why my love is for you
You always hold it down for me, so I'm a hold it for you
And watch the babies while you secure the food that come through
Now don't let my ambition make you feel like competition
We should both play a role in our whole living condition
True indeed
I know you symbolise the strength inside the family
Then show me you can handle womanly responsibilities
Not a problem I know you hold me down when I fall on the ground
But make sure when you bring the food home there's enough to go round
And because you are my everything what's mine is yours
Moving in the same direction, just for one common cause
Just one
Opportunity to handle our biz
Just one
My stake so we can equally live
Just one
You know we only have one life to live
Just one
Come together as one
As one
One family
As one
One little kiss now
As one
One entire tear
As one
So let us all love, live now
As one
One family
One little kiss now
As one
One entire tear
As one
Right right right right
Right, Busta Rhymes exclusive with the Zhane
Each and every day
We gon come around your way and do it our way, word is bond
{It's a party, let's get it on tonight}
Word up, hah, yeah yeah one time with the flow {that's how we flow}
{Gonna rock your body, we gonna do it right}
{When I step up in the party won't you move it to the left}
Hah hah hah hah, move it to the left
{Party people move it side to side I'm feelin kind of blessed}
Oooh hah yeah ooh yes, kind of blessed yes
{And I'm so fly... and you're so fly...}
Oh yeah I'm so fly... yeah, yeah you so fly too girl
{Feeling high tonight... it's a partyartyartyartyahhhh}
Word up word up... uhh, hah
UHH! Let me get down, do my thing
I always bring, shit that always make your ass swing
Holding down the fort while we keep shit tight
Hit you with that bang shit that keep you live all night
Makin moves strong while we keep rockin on
Now the object is survival son so get your hustle on
Bust two shots while I blow up the spot
I make it hot, till the jam is packed, to the parking lot, now
Me and my mans feel like we astronauts
Cause we so high from off that weed we got from new knots
Certified stimulation got me open wide
Before we slide to side we grab the stash out the ride
We on fire tonight, and the place is lookin steamy
Babygirl let me seek that gift that make your cake creamy uhh
Feel the heat circulatin through your body
Everytime the Flipmode click step inside the part, word is bond
{It's a party, let's get it on tonight}
Hah, right, word is bond
{Gonna rock your body, we gonna do it right}
{The stimulation circulating through my mind body and soul}
Uhh, hah, hah uh hah!
{Busta Rhymes, stimuli, making me lose control}
Hah hah hahhhh
{And I'm so fly... and you're so fly}
Word is bond, yes I am
{Feeling high tonight... it's a partyartyartyartyahhhh}
Ha ha ha
I got my mind made up, c'mon you can get it girl
Come with me if you really wit it girl
Back to my dungeon shack, where the party is it
Where I can tickle your nipples and your feminine fat
I checks for you baby whatchu gon do
There's a party at my crib designed just for me and you
Let me let my crew know we bout to break out
Flip, Star, Web, Dukwon Allah, and the Boy Scout
My man Black Missin, son whylin with the shorty flippin
Stackin papers, sippin bubbles good nigga livin
But anyway we bout to break out in my Lands
Pursuin our thoughts and executin all plans
The dope shit is that we both underestand
that it's a one night stand and you ain't even thinkin bout your man
Oooh, OH! We bout to turn on the heat again
Don't you say a word until we finish partyin
{Don't you know that tonight, is your night}
Hah, word up, tonight is the niiight
{Feelin good when I have a peace of mind}
Word up, a peace of mind
{Got to set it off and just a little bit wild}
Hah, woo, a little wild
{It's a partyartyahhhhhh}
Hah, it's a party y'all, it's a party y'all, it's a party y'all
Yo, well anyway I'm back around my way
Keepin it live you know how we do each and every day
Rollin through thick with my girls Zhane
With the exclusive debut Hey Mr. DJ
Listen to me baybay
We put somethin together that's gon drive you crazy
Get from our your seat and stop actin lazy
Or get up out my party if you actin shady, baby baby, it's a aprty
{It's a party, let's get it on tonight}
Word up, let's get it on tonight
{Gonna rock your body, Zhane and Busta Rhymes}
Yes, yes, uhh, Zhane and Busta Rhymes
{It's a party, let's get it on tonight}
Ahhh, woo, let's get it on, let's get it on
{Gonna rock your body, we gonna do it right}
Do it right now, ahh, hah
{It's a party, let's get it on tonight}
Throw your hands in the air!!!
{Gonna rock your body, Zhane and Busta Rhymes}
Zhane and Busta Rhymes exclusive, hah
{It's a party, let's get it on tonight}
Hah, word is bond, let's get it on babygirl
{Gonna rock your body, we gonna do it right}
Let's do it right now, keep it movin y'all
Flipmode is the unit y'all
You can't see what we doin y'all
Zhane and Busta B y'all
Yes we doin the whole entire party makin y'all
Hey, another one of them Flipmode joints
Busta Rhymes y'all, word mother y'all, check it out y'all
Just swing to the left, swing to the right
Make ya feel good, feel alright
One time, feel good yeah y'all
Busta Rhymes in the place y'all
Makin you feel real good y'all
Flipmode is the Squad in the place y'all
Buckwild to all of my niggaz who don't care
Floss like a bunch of young black millionaires
Makin ya run, me and my Dunn, stackin my ones
Floss a lil', invest up in a mutual fund
Blowin the horn, a sense of every day I was born
Never dream I see a nigga landscaping my lawn
Dangerous, my nigga shit be accurate
Have to get, the flow be so immaculate
Aiyyo, aiyyo, watchin my dough, sippin my Moe'
Slippin in slow, them pretty bitches sayin hello
Anyway go 'head and diss, play your Oil of Olay
Little honeydip within a little Cariola
I don't mean to hold you up but I got somethin to say
Swear to only give you hot shit everyday
Afraid of us, you know this ain't no game to us
You strange to us, that's when we gettin dangerous, come on
This, is, serious
We could make you delirious
You should have a healthy fear of us
Cause too much of us is dangerous
So dangerous, we so dangerous
My Flipmode Squad is dangerous
So dangerous, we so dangerous
My whole entire unit is dangerous
Hold your breath, we swingin it from right to left
Word to Wyclef, nigga shit be hot to death
Stayin Alive, you know only the stronger survive
Holdin my heat, under my seat, whippin my five
Bassline for all of my people movin around
Give me a pound, all of my niggaz holdin it down
Cuttin you up, the new shit, ruckin you up
Fuckin you up, my black hole, suckin you up
Back in the days, a nigga used to be ass out
Now a nigga holdin several money market accounts
Blaze the street, and then I would just like to announce
Feelin my groove, my jigga jigga makin you bounce
Others is fair, me and my niggaz breakin the bread
Straight gettin it, we got you niggaz holdin your head
Afraid of us, you know this ain't no game to us
You strange to us, that's when we gettin dangerous, come on
One time y'all
Throw your hands real high y'all
Yea, get down y'all
Let me see you all y'all
Busta Rhymes, Flipmode y'all
Nineteen ninety eight y'all
Ha, get down ya'll
Let's have a ball y'all
Feelin the heat up in the street rockin the beat
Step up in the club, take me to my reserved seat
Comin around, all of my niggaz surround me
So much bottles of liquor, y'all niggaz'll drown me
Makin ya drunk, feelin the funk, blazin the skunk
Stay hittin with the shit that blow a hole in ya trunk
Afraid of us, you know this ain't no game to us
You strange to us that's when we gettin dangerous, come on
Uhh uhh, uhh
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uhh
Uh-HUH, uhh
Uhh, uhh, uhh
Uhh uhh
Uh-huh, uhh
Uh-huh
Uhh uhh
Ahh ahh, uhh ahh
Yeah yeah
Fix that guitar shit
Yeah (25x)
Ay yo Mystikal
(Here I go wha)
Iz they getting' rowdy wit' us
Iz they wildin' wit us
Yeah yeah
Flipmode nigga (wha)
No Limit nigga (wha)
Flipmode nigga (wha)
No Limit nigga (wha)
Flipmode nigga
Yo yo yo (Here we go)
Mystikal:
Coincide with yo boy check out with no lines
On yo boy look out but don't hide
When you bust it up and keep rhymes
When you walk towards the tape offline
For your boys got instinct rhymes
When you bump between the sixteen lines
When you bowl win the goal bitches scream
Win the goal keep ahead keep it live
Before you go get your tattoo rhymes
For your boy pick a bell in the bathroom
Penalized doing it till he get tired of ya boy
That shit between me and you niggas
Then trying to figure out what I say
I give less than a fuck, what you doing over there
Just don't get in my way
Hear my records feel my presence now and forever and until
Stop what you doing and work it fuck it nice
Just complete it with a licking to the man right there
Tell you mother fuckerswhat we came to do
It's just plain as day but they don't wanna see
If you don't wanna fight get the fuck is you'll be
In the spot working on my beat
Long time I'm having no compromise
I'ma open them up and them I'm dumping them out
I'm keeping it hard so don't get mad
Cause I'm loading 'em up and I'm running 'em out
Hit 'em with the bang then I feel a bang
Take her in the backyard outside leave 'em in a ring
Teach the niggas not to fuck with us
And next year we gon do the same thing and
Chorus (2x):
Now who you is nigga?
I'm Mystikal nigga
Now who you is nigga?
I'm Busta Rhymes nigga
Now is they wildin with us
And getting rowdy with us
Now is they wildin with us
And getting rowdy with us
Busta:
Yo yo yo yo yo yo
Me and my nigga Mystikal make a plan that generate
Sufficient amount of funds across many lands
Generate the heat the place radiate
When I break shit I drop create a earthquake
Yo, anyway we still double masking
And get the gambit and eat super pie niggas
All over the track with a kick in your back
I know we making you black
And you stay fucking with that
You my niggas is platinum
Can you deal with the fact?
Me and the fact getting money
With my name on the plaque
You know how I blow the spot
You niggaz can't fuck with what I got
Nigga please
Ooh nigga you don't need me to smoke trees
Nigga freefall make you feel some of these
Oh by hollow tips pinned in your ass
Get off the Earth the fact that you even in my class
Yo
All my live bitches get over here
And all my live bitches get with the niggas right there
All you other niggas get in the rear
All you weak funny niggas you better stand clear
Come inside of my storm put on your gear
You ain't up here my nigga better be up outta here
Yo, when we come you know we the one
We only here to get money till the whole shit done
Chorus (2x):
Flipmode wildin wildin
Yeah y'all wildin wildin
No Limit rowdy rowdy
Getting rowdy rowdy
Busta Rhymes wildin wildin
Yeah you wildin wildin
Mystikal rowdy rowdy
Gettin rowdy rowdy
Flipmode wildin wildin
Yeah y'all wildin wildin
No Limit rowdy rowdy
Getting rowdy rowdy
Busta Rhymes wildin wildin
Yeah you wildin wildin
Mystikal rowdy rowdy
You getting rowdy rowdy
What
Mystikal and Busta Rhymes
Busta Rhymes and Mystikal
No Limit and Flipmode
Flipmode and No Limit
What you talking bout nigga what what
What the fuck nigga
What you want nigga
Who you is nigga
Uhh uhh uhh uhh uhh..
Yeah yeah, here we go y'all
Here we here we here we go y'all
Busta Rhymes Flipmode y'all
Yeah yeah y'all
Extinction Level Event shit
Bomb threat to the whole world
What what what is goin on
What the fuck goin on here? Check it out yo
[Busta Rhymes]
Holy amazing grace about face
Total erase you niggaz off the face of the place
Such a shame I had to go grab my calico
Pass the dough 'fore you find out what I had to blast you fo'
Extreme laws for ones who did try to go against this
Wet your shit up like a sloppy tongue kiss
Wait! But wait! To you, who don't know what you talkin about
Without a doubt, where my live niggaz? Give me a shout!
Yo, yo-yo, yo, on the strength shit niggaz check fo'
Connect the four shots and guess who blew it from next door
BLING! Time after time we gon' shine again
Feel it like a broad getting fucked from behind again
Aiyyo - Aiyyo, I be the closest thing to the next
Like the pain and sufferin of about a million deaths
I'm only here to present, and bring the impact
of the Extinction Level Event - now sing the song of salvation
{Chorus sample: "Early in the Morning," Terry Baxter and His Orchestra}
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
"La lah, la la lahhh la la"
What y'all gonna do? Where the fuck you gon' go? (Sing a song now)
"La lah, la la lahhh la la"
The fuck y'all niggaz gon' run?
Where y'all niggaz think y'all runnin to son? (Sing a song now)
"La lah, la la lahhh la la"
Bomb threat to the world!
The fuck goin on with niggaz out here? (What, sing a song now)
"La lah, la la lahhh la la"
We are now approachin the dawn
of global emergency motherfuckers!
[Busta Rhymes]
Yo yo yo, disregard your whole assignment
Crooked ass nigga need some realignment - powerful refinement
Crazy shit I do make me wanna know where my mind went
Blackin out, buildin hostillity, gettin violent
Straight giving niggaz an ass-whippin on consignment
Then I bust your shit 'til the day of my whole retirement
Yo yo - shake it and rattle like we ready to battle
Fight seein at every angle like a motherfucking satellite
Quickly bust up your crotches and fuck up your process
Bounce in the night, leavin sayin "Adios" or even "Buenas noches"
Have y'all niggaz wildin havin a fit
Flame throwin lyrics like a bunch of blowtorches and shit
Grand spectacular, chainsaw massacre
Thug fanatic street shit that be on the creep comin after ya
Then we hit you with the most significant time bomb
Ready to designate at the slightest wave of a white arm
Best form of advice I could give is remain calm
The repercussion is somethin you could never imagine would be goin on
(HA!) Never believe in your eyes
When my Squad some through at an astronomically large size
Movin the mountains keepin all of my niggaz bouncin
Big up my bitches in the place who be screamin and shoutin
(HA!) I'm only here to present
And bring the impact of the Extinction Level Event
Sing the song of salvation
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
"La lah, la la lahhh la la"
Once again, as we welcome all motherfuckers in the world
(Sing a song now)
"La lah, la la lahhh la la"
To experience, the Extinction Level Event (sing a song now)
"La lah, la la lahhh la la"
The dawn, of global emergency .. (sing a song now)
"La lah, la la lahhh la la"
The moment where we all come together in one unison
and completely dominate, all global events (yo, sing a song now)
"La lah, la la lahhh la la"
We about to completely destroy, all the whack bullshit
(Sing the song now)
"La lah, la la lahhh la la"
That we got goin on, in our every, and any reach
(Aiyyo, yo, sing a song now)
"La lah, la la lahhh la la"
All my live niggaz, all my live bitches, it's motherfucking on!
(Yo, sing the song now)
"La lah, la la lahhh la la"
As we enter the new millenium, with this rap shit (Yo, sing a song now)
{*Busta Rhymes laughing*}
"La lah, la la lahhh la la"
Uhhh!
Yo Bus a Bus (yeah)
Yo Bus a Bus (c'mon, c'mon)
Yo Bus a Bus, (UHH) rockin to the beat
(Flipmode motherfucker Flipmode y'all)
Yo Bus a Bus (UHH, yeah yi-yeah yea)
Yo Bus a Bus (ka-c'mon, ki-c'mon)
Yo Bus a Bus, (UHH) rockin to the beat
(Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yi-yeah yea)
Floss time, Busta Rhymes shine on every primetime
Mastermind gettin this paper now cross the fine line
Money plenty sippin gently with the Bentley
My Bentley runneth over empty what gifts you sent me
Then you broke the last rule, frontin like we was mad cool
You damn fool, come around frontin wearin your man's jewels
WHOO! Play the part, they want me to start shit
Get on your mark quick and target, corner the market
Peep how we're movin this, keep improvin this
See you in this because you love the way me and my crew be doin this
Have a ball, I'm not mad at ch'all, where the alcohol
I ain't messin with you at all, girl your ass too small
Cop the hot shit, write it off while you bite it off
and try to fight it off, you're faggot you wack and your light is off
Bite the dust, you like to fuss, look right at us
I know you like to cuss, who could you trust to bring the rush?
Now do the..
Yo Bus a Bus (a c'mon, keep it movin)
Yo Bus a Bus (ay-yeah I like just what you doin)
Yo Bus a Bus (UHH) rockin to the beat
(Aiyyo, yo yo-yo yo all and together now)
Yo Bus a Bus (a'cmon, just keep it movin)
Yo Bus a Bus (oh yeah I like just what you doin)
Yo Bus a Bus (UHH) rockin to the beat
(Aiyyo, yo-yo yo all and together now)
TURN IT OFF, turn back me on go get your mack on
and keep the track goin and latch on hope you can catch on
Follow the beat you sweet bitches and get your dance on
Tipsy off a little Cristi' a little ? Dom
Barbeque back at the mansion, feel like a champion
Collapse on, my thing orthapedic to rest your back on
Nowadays Flipmode money be runnin mad North
Fuck around, dig in my treasure, feel my forty-five long
Ride through, about to slide through, I'm right beside you
Mind you, my system be bangin, adjust my EQ
Peek-a-boo, we not seekin you, focus on being you
There's only one of me, cause you copy, there might be THREE of you
Classic and so essential, we monumental
Powerful, we predisential, we BOMB your mental
Bite the dust, you like to fuss, look right at us
I know you like to cuss, who could you trust to bring the rush?
Now do the..
Yo Bus a Bus (hey c'mon, let's keep it movin)
Yo Bus a Bus (oh yeah I like just what you doin)
Yo Bus a Bus (UHH) rockin to the beat
(Aiyyo, yo yo-yo yo all and together now)
Yo Bus a Bus (a c'mon, let's keep it movin)
Yo Bus a Bus (oh yeah I like just what you doin)
Yo Bus a Bus (UHH) rockin to the beat
(Aiyyo, yo yo-yo yo all and together now)
HIT ME OFF, you Speak'n'Spell and freak it well
so no need to dwell, check in the mirror, my pockets swell
Shit sound so intermediate, my ingredient
is to immediately rep for everyone you see me with
You little eedyot, I exile you and your X-File
You and your next trial, and demolish your little rap style
Black child, I'm takin offensive, we too impressive
To the naked eye, the way we floss sure be expensive
OOOH! Run up the fader, ain't nuttin greater
Still a little hater be gettin paper go meet your maker
Undertaker now go shake whatcha momma gave ya
Shake-a shake-a now we trippin the circuit breaker
Model up and swallow up and turn the throttle up
Break the bottle up in the hip with the greatest follow up
Bite the dust, you like to fuss, look right at us
I know you like to cuss, who could you trust to bring the rush?
Now do the..
Yo Bus a Bus (a c'mon, just keep it movin)
Yo Bus a Bus (oh yeah I like it what you doin)
Yo Bus a Bus (UHH) rockin to the beat
(Aiyyo, yo yo-yo yo all and together now)
Yo Bus a Bus (oh, c'mon, just keep it movin)
Yo Bus a Bus (yeah, oh yeah I like just what you doin)
Yo Bus a Bus (UHH) rockin to the beat
(Aiyyo, yo yo-yo yo all and together now)
Yo Bus a Bus (yeah, a yeah keep movin)
Yo Bus a Bus (oh yeah I like, what you doin)
Yo Bus a Bus (UHH) rockin to the beat
(Aiyyo, aiyyo yo yo-yo yo yo)
Yo Bus a Bus (yo, c'mon, keep movin)
Yo Bus a Bus (yeah, I like what you doin)
Yo Bus a Bus (UHH) rockin to the beat
Just make sure them, them drums is smackin
This, means, WAR!!
I work hard to take care of every one of my niggaz
Feel the love and appreciation from all of my niggaz
When I think meditate and contemplate for my soul
watch the truth manifest once the story unfold
Disloyal motherfuckers I'ma BANISH you all
and celebrate all in your absence once I get rid of y'all
Sometimes I can't describe the wicked shit I feel in my heart
Break my silence and sporadically tear you apart
Strike with a serious vengeance and before you die
Put you through the worst and make you take a look in my eye!
So you could witness the extreme damage caused by betrayal
Make you sorry for the fact that you attempted and failed!
Make you eternally suffer, you was one of my mens
Turn your back on me, and I'ma make sure you get it back times ten
Stay TRUE -- now that's the one thing I religiously pledge
If you ain't wit me I'ma throw you WAY over the edge
THIS MEANS WAR!!
Take a look inside
You can run and you can hide
If you cross my path
I'll make sure you feel my wrath
Give and you receive
Cherish every breath you breathe
Scriptures on the wall
Those who betray all must fall
As I cherish every blessing and I greet you with hugs
You my peoples when I see you I embrace you with love
Yeah I be the one to come and get you out of the hole
Yeah you be the one to run and leave me out in the cold
So amazing how many times you plot and you scheme
But what you don't realize, you'll never conquer my dream
Though devilish karma can't penetrate the steel in my armor
Time passed, my oppression got you living with drama!
Paranoid of my retaliation, living in fear
Disloyalty will have me kill my brother, sheddin a tear
Such a shame how you could easily get trapped in a zone
And have to go to war with FAKE niggaz standin alone
Until I get with all my loyal niggaz goin the length
Don't matter how hard you try you never weaken my strength!
Now I'm with all of my loyal niggaz, breakin the bread
And if you diss the code of honor we takin your head;
THIS MEANS WAR!!
Take a look inside
You can run and you can hide
If you cross my path
I'll make sure you feel my wrath
Give and you receive
Cherish every breath you breathe
Scriptures on the wall
Those who betray all must fall
Nobody helps them
Now he has his revenge
Whatchu gon' do? Whatchu gonna do?
Where you think you can run, or you can hide?
Where you think you can run, or you can hide?!!
Where you think you can run, or you can hide?!!!
Where you think you can run, or you can hide?!!!!
I'ma BE the best to show love let's co-operate
Disloyalty is somethin that we won't tolerate
Deal with these niggaz, let's put them where they properly go
On the Island far away in a place where NOBODY know
So long fightin the bullshit for so many years
Watchin the danger and niggaz double crossin they peers
Yes I always fight for what is right and put my foot down
Disrespect my love, I'ma be LAYIN YOU DOWN
THIS MEANS WAR!
Take a look inside
You can run and you can hide
If you cross my path
I'll make sure you feel my wrath
Give and you receive
Cherish every breath you breathe
Scriptures on the wall
Yeah yeah
Fix that guitar shit
Yeah (25x)
Ay yo Mystikal
(Here I go wha)
Iz they getting' rowdy wit' us
Iz they wildin' wit us
Yeah yeah
Flipmode nigga (wha)
No Limit nigga (wha)
Flipmode nigga (wha)
No Limit nigga (wha)
Flipmode nigga
Yo yo yo (Here we go)
Mystikal:
Coincide with yo boy check out with no lines
On yo boy look out but don't hide
When you bust it up and keep rhymes
When you walk towards the tape offline
For your boys got instinct rhymes
When you bump between the sixteen lines
When you bowl win the goal bitches scream
Win the goal keep ahead keep it live
Before you go get your tattoo rhymes
For your boy pick a bell in the bathroom
Penalized doing it till he get tired of ya boy
That shit between me and you niggas
Then trying to figure out what I say
I give less than a fuck, what you doing over there
Just don't get in my way
Hear my records feel my presence now and forever and until
Stop what you doing and work it fuck it nice
Just complete it with a licking to the man right there
Tell you mother fuckerswhat we came to do
It's just plain as day but they don't wanna see
If you don't wanna fight get the fuck is you'll be
In the spot working on my beat
Long time I'm having no compromise
I'ma open them up and them I'm dumping them out
I'm keeping it hard so don't get mad
Cause I'm loading 'em up and I'm running 'em out
Hit 'em with the bang then I feel a bang
Take her in the backyard outside leave 'em in a ring
Teach the niggas not to fuck with us
And next year we gon do the same thing and
Chorus (2x):
Now who you is nigga?
I'm Mystikal nigga
Now who you is nigga?
I'm Busta Rhymes nigga
Now is they wildin with us
And getting rowdy with us
Now is they wildin with us
And getting rowdy with us
Busta:
Yo yo yo yo yo yo
Me and my nigga Mystikal make a plan that generate
Sufficient amount of funds across many lands
Generate the heat the place radiate
When I break shit I drop create a earthquake
Yo, anyway we still double masking
And get the gambit and eat super pie niggas
All over the track with a kick in your back
I know we making you black
And you stay fucking with that
You my niggas is platinum
Can you deal with the fact?
Me and the fact getting money
With my name on the plaque
You know how I blow the spot
You niggaz can't fuck with what I got
Nigga please
Ooh nigga you don't need me to smoke trees
Nigga freefall make you feel some of these
Oh by hollow tips pinned in your ass
Get off the Earth the fact that you even in my class
Yo
All my live bitches get over here
And all my live bitches get with the niggas right there
All you other niggas get in the rear
All you weak funny niggas you better stand clear
Come inside of my storm put on your gear
You ain't up here my nigga better be up outta here
Yo, when we come you know we the one
We only here to get money till the whole shit done
Chorus (2x):
Flipmode wildin wildin
Yeah y'all wildin wildin
No Limit rowdy rowdy
Getting rowdy rowdy
Busta Rhymes wildin wildin
Yeah you wildin wildin
Mystikal rowdy rowdy
Gettin rowdy rowdy
Flipmode wildin wildin
Yeah y'all wildin wildin
No Limit rowdy rowdy
Getting rowdy rowdy
Busta Rhymes wildin wildin
Yeah you wildin wildin
Mystikal rowdy rowdy
You getting rowdy rowdy
What
Mystikal and Busta Rhymes
Busta Rhymes and Mystikal
No Limit and Flipmode
Flipmode and No Limit
What you talking bout nigga what what
What the fuck nigga
What you want nigga
Who you is nigga
Little Girl: Daddy, what's it gonna be like in the year 2000?
Dad: Well sweetheart, for your sake I hope it'll all be peaches &
cream.
But I'm afraid the end time is near. The cataclysmic apocalypse
refered
to in the scriptures of every hole book know to mankind. It will be an
era fraught with boundless greed & corruption, where global monitary
systems disintegrate, leaving brother to kill brother for a grain of
over
cook rice. The nations of the civilized world will collapse under the
impressive weight of parasitic political conspiracies which remove all
hope & optimism from their once faithfull citizens. Around the globe,
generations of polluters will be punished for their sins. Unsheilded
by the O-zone they have successfully depleted, left to bake in the
cering naked rays of light. Wholesale assassinations served to
destabilize
every remaining government, leaving the starving & wicked to fend
for themselves. Bloodthirsty renegade cyborgs created by tax dodging
corporations reek havok. Pissed off androids tired of being slaves to
a godless & gutless system, where the rich get richer & the poor get
fucked over and out, unleash total world wide destruction by means
of nuclear holocaust, annihilating the terrified masses, leaving in
its
torturous wake nothing but vicious, cannibalistic, mutating,
radiating,
and horribly dis-figured hordes of satanic killers, ?begged on
revenge,
but against home?, there are so few left alive. Starvation reins
supreme,
forcing unlucky survivers to eat anything & anyone in their path.
Massive earthquakes crack the planets crust like a hollow egg shell,
causing unending volcanic eruptions. Creatures of the seven seas,
unable to escape the certain death upon land, boil in their liquid
prison.
Disease then circles the earth, plagues & viruses with no known cause
or cure laying waste to whatever draws breath, and human-kind having
proven itself to be nothing more than a race of ruthless scavengers,
fall
victim to merciless attacks at the hands of interplanetary alien
tribes who
seek to conquer our charred remains. This is Extinction Level Event,
The
Final World Front. And there is Only, One, Year, Left.
Little Girl: Wow, that's cool, I can't hardly wait!
Dad: You don't have to, beacause here it is..........(echos out)
Busta Rhymes: Callin all live niggaz!!!!
Callin all live bitches!!!!
We got a job for yall on planet earth
Flipmode World Domination in progress..
Mutha Fuckas!!!!!........
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Just bounce around
All my niggas in the place need to bounce around
Just bounce around
Make ya bounce around
All my bitches in the place need to bounce around
Make ya bounce around
I'll make ya bounce around
Shake yo titties and yo ass and bounce around
Just bounce around
Just bounce around
C'mon
Yeah nigga this shit here be the boss of me
None of y'all niggas is ready run go see the pharmacy
Prepare for the coming of another grand larceny
Pardon me, you niggas ain't even a little hard to me
Shit I spit'll slice you all up in yo main artery
For the simple fact we didn't grow together, you ain't a part of me
Makin niggas ride my long star singin the choruses
Open orifices they gon' go cop another fortresses
Meet a couple Delorises
Travel when we on the low whippin them ford tauruses
Ay yo-yo yo-yo YO
Now I be Busta Ryhmes multimedia
Latest edition added to the street encyclopedia
(Meaning) keep your eyes on greedy niggas gettin greedier
(Meaning) keep your eyes on meaty asses gettin meatier
Worldwide publication bring tribulation
To all whack niggas I smash yo' dedication
My purpose is to purchase and really hurt this
Bring alla my niggas amongst the wealthy merchants
Gently we conquer the spot until its empty
Present me and my niggas with arsenal aplenty
Break fools, send you to school, follow the rules
Violate my tools, lay you in your own blood pool
But for now I drop jewels on the mentally strong
With shit to say we don't allow niggas to say up in a song
Aiyyo, aiyyo, hot shit makin ya bounce
One two (two) ride around in large amounts
One two (two) high offa half an ounce
One two (two), one two (two)
One two (two), hot shit makin ya bounce
One two (two) ride around in large amounts
One two (two) we high offa half an ounce
One two (two), one two (two)
Caliente, wearing Ferdio Valente
Shorty whippin in a Mitsubishi Viamonte
Smell the roses, overdoses, givin niggas they diagnosis
I got the answer for niggas who need they prognosis
Shit for alla y'all niggas to smell up in your noses
Hocus pocus, introduce me to the hostess
I was dyin'a stroke uh play strip poker
In the limo as I directed the limo chauffer
Told the nigga to spin over by the club copa
Watchin shorty lay as she spread on the limo sofa
She asked the chauffer to stop for a frappachino mocha
Then she let me blaze it while I still had my gun in my holster
Still bonin, word I love the way shorty moanin
Zonin, word is born niggas is wide open
Yo, have a little fun all in between time
And now we focus on the money shit all in the meantime
Word to mother- I work hard to keep microphonin
And alert niggas to shit like when the devil started clonin
What nigga? yeah, we bowlin and shit is rollin
Little shitty-ass niggas should run and go clean ya colon
Any human that be assumin I check my nigga ruben for the ice cuban
Assist him in my Lincoln Ave. boomin
Whats the issue? I come to get you
May the force be with you
Bang your head, rupture your brain tissue
I unravel shit faster than sound travel
Battle any amphibian or live mammal
Don't fret from sunrise to sunset
Make a nigga bounce quick and I ain't even grabbed my gun yet
I ain't done yet before I go to my permanent home
Make sure you put 'One Of The Illest' on my tombstone
Aiyyo, aiyyo, hot shit makin ya bounce
One two (two) ride around in large amounts
One two (two) high offa half an ounce
One two (two), one two (two)
One two (two) hot shit makin ya bounce
One two (two) ride around in large amounts
One two (two) we high offa half an ounce
One two (two), one two (two)
One two (two), one two (two)
One two (two), one two (two)
One two (two), one two (two)
Yeah
As a shorty playing in the front yard of the crib
Fell down, and I bumped my head
Somebody helped me up and asked me if I bumped my head
I said "Yeah"
So then they said "Oh so that mean we gon, you gon switch it on em'?"
I said "Yeah, Flipmode, Flipmode is the greatest"
Knowing as a shorty, I was always told
That if I ain't gon' be part of the greatest
I gotta be the greatest myself
C'mon C'mon, Yeah, C'mon
Yeah nigga what, what a surprise
Get ya sumn', make a nigga close both of your eyes
All my niggas gettin' money capitalize
Die little small guy, we on the rise
Everything a nigga touch platinumize
Fully equipped, you know we come wit' all the supplies
Got a big gun, and I'ma show you the size
You fuck wit' any of my Flipmode family ties
Me and my niggaz be comin' through stalkin' you out
Killin' off any and everything you talkin' about
See you in the club, now we walkin' you out
Shoulda' thought twice 'fo you went and opened your mouth
Yo, anyway we stay keepin it movin'
Fuckin' with the wrong nigga, hope you know what you doin'
Now blame me, all the same niggas is lame
It's not a game, makin' names still splittin' your frames!
Y'all niggas had enough?
Gimme some more
Y'all niggas want the wild shit?
Gimme some more
Yo Spliff where the weed at?
Gimme some more
I know ya'll niggas need that
Gimme some more
Even though we getting money you can
Gimme some more
With the cars and the big crib
Gimme some more
Everybody spread love
Gimme some more
If you want it let me hear you say
Gimme some more
Flash with a rash gimme my cash flickin my ash
Runnin' with my money son go out with a blast
Do what you want, a nigga's cuttin' the corner
You fuckin' up, oh to go ahead and meet the reporter
Yo, she tellin' news on how you switch to a bitch
Little fake funny style, nigga chill with a snitch
So now I pass and trait over your blood and to ask you
Make a little room for me and all my niggas to pass through
Cartier, Sidney Poitier, hooray shit
What with all my niggas from around the way shit
When I come through you niggas know I do my thing
Bring more shit that generate money, chi-ching
Arrest you lyrically flow and caress you
Bless you, then a nigga come to your rescue
While you assume a nigga blossom and bloom
I'm comin' soon hit you with a boom gimme some room!
Yo, live nigga shit know what I mean
I represent while we gettin' money and reign supreme
Hope you niggas know we comin' through full steam
Can't see you better turn on your high beam
All my niggas while I'm ringing the sireen
Flipmode be the glory niggas on my team
Never should you ever try to fuck wit' my cream
I O.D when my shit get all in your bloodstream
Everytime we be rippin' it be blowing it down
Blowing you off fuckin' wit' the hottest niggas around
Like it's when me and my people run through your town
Holdin' it down takin' a while and then gimme my crown
Ay, yo! All my people need to come and surround
A nigga be hittin' so much it make you fall on the ground
Sure to make you shout that's what I be all about
Uugh, yeah yeah here we go y'all
Here we here we here we go y'all
Busta Rhymes Flipmode y'all
Yeah yeah y'all extinction level event shit
Bomb threat to the whole world
What what what is going on
What the fuck going on here
Check it out yo
Holy amazing grace about face
Total erase you niggaz off the face of the place
Such a shame I had to go grab the calico
Pass the dough before you find out what I had to blast you for
Extreme laws for ones who did try to go against this
Wet your shit up like a sloppy tongue kiss
But don't know what you talking about
Without a doubt where my live niggaz give me a shout
On the strength shit niggaz check for
Connect the four shots and guess who blew it from next door
Time after time we gonna shine again
Feel it like a broad getting fucked from behind again
Ay yo, I be the closest thing to the next
Like the pain and suffering of about a million deaths
I'm only here to present
And bring the impact of the extinction level event
Sing the song of salvation
La la la la laaaa la la
(What y'all gonna do where the fuck you gonna go)
La la la la laaaa la la
(Where the fuck y'all niggaz gonna run
Where y'all niggaz think y'all running to son)
La la la la laaaa la la
(Bomb threat to the world
What the fuck going on with y'all niggaz out here)
La la la la laaaa la la
(We are now a soldier at dawn
Of glory emergency motherfuckas)
Yo, disregard your whole assignment
Crooked ass nigga need some realignment
Now all refinement
Crazy shit that do make me wanna know where my mind went
Blacking out building hostillity getting violent
Straight giving niggaz an ass whipping on consignment
Then I bust your shit 'til the day of my whole retirement
Shaking and rattle like we ready to battle
Fight seeing at every angle like a motherfucking satellite
Quickly bust up your crotches and fuck up your process
Bouncing in like even saying adios or even buenos notches
Have y'all niggaz wildin having a fit
Flame throwing lyrics like a bunch of blowtorch in this shit
Grand spectacular, chainsaw massacre
Thug fanatics street shit that be on the creep coming after you
Then we hit you with the most significant time bomb
Ready to designate at the slightest wave of a white arm
Best form of advice I could give is remain calm
The repercussion is something you could never imagine would be going on
Never believe in your eyes
When my squad some through at an astronomically large size
Moving the mountains
Keeping all of my niggaz bouncing
Big up my bitches in the place who be screaming and shouting
I'm only here to present
And bring the impact of the extinction level event
Sing the song of salvation
La la la la laaaa la la
(Once again as we welcome all motherfuckers in the world)
La la la la laaaa la la
(To experience the extinction level event)
La la la la laaaa la la
(The dawn of global emergency)
La la la la laaaa la la
(The moment where we all come together as one unison)
La la la la laaaa la la
(And completely dominate all global events)
La la la la laaaa la la
(We about to completely destroy all the whack bullshit)
La la la la laaaa la la
(That we got going on in our every and any reach)
La la la la laaaa la la
(All my live niggaz all my live bitches its motherfucking on)
La la la la laaaa la la
Taking you to the other terrain, we mash strictly for the cream
Here to kill your whole scene and your motherfuckin team
Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I know you heard of me
You probably know some bitch niggaz who wanna murder me
Busta Reggie Murray Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster
For me the microphone master
Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull
Fucky with Mally G if you're trying to take a fall
Niggaz talk about killin and never get to it
Fuck the yappin, be true to it, do it
Steady scream about your East and your West side
But you ain't in it when it comes to the homicide
Niggaz better get up off that bullshit quick
Caught up in the limelight gettin way too slick
See em at the shows bout to rock they shit off
Gettin they peeps fucked up cause they block is soft
As for terror, I sever the best of MC's
Look, little Mally G trippin off these indo trees
About to murder label's jerkin but mercy us
Def Squad niggaz prophesize like the Perseus
Droppin degrees to zero with flatlines
Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme
One rhyme... one rhyme... just one rhyme
I don't give a fuck I kill em with just one rhyme
Woo, hah, heh, yahah, you wish that you could get with this
Terrorist, lyricist, for your era it's
My time to shine and I'm still payin dues
And I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker
I only tell you nothin but the real it's
tight up in the struggle tryin to get this fuckin meal, why?
Niggaz act shifty so I shift a long
three tri three chrome, it's the same ol song
I seen the shades and the suedes from afar Pah
But hold up do you know who I are?
The M-A-Double, you want trouble you got it the spot is on
You blot it I got it then shot it it's hot up in your dome
Peace with the chrome piece that I pack
Remember fuck around and catch a Mack to your back
Who the fuck I be I, you cannot see I
Flabbergasted, blasted, my Magnum P.I.
Oops I lie, I got a cannon bout the size of Grand Canyon
I'm prime time, giving MC's Knots Landing
Duck, heavens to fuckin Merkatroid
I drop noise that employs the unbelievable
Recline like receding hairline, crime speaks fine
with a nine pull line blind keep mines up my sleeve until
you start to quiver, metabolism splits rivers
I rock so many broads I leave your entourage tender
Like bartenders mix liquor
I serve you over the rocks, I feed you to my flock, now time to click triggers
Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters
raw water turn sons to grandaughters
Ah ha ha ha ha! I bring trouble where, you sleep
So I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear, coat
Antidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo
MC's dosey do your mics up in this rodeo
My star roast em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions
Shuttin down national state buildings with high ceilings
Funk Doc to the spot freeze
Creepin on MC's like Vietnamese in army fatigues
Def Squad representer
Hit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter
Hey yo once a crack head, always a tack head
You have no craftibility all that shit you talk is dead
As sex drugs and violence, balance the scales of reality
Y'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray
I'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously
Niggaz ain't shit to me (word up)
You stupid niggaz always got somethin smart to say
And probably can't even spell TWA
My crew is like police pull up and park anywhere (ERRRRR)
Jump out and get it on right then and there (whassup whassup??)
Niggaz is pussy and ways and actions show it
Most of y'all niggaz dead, and don't even know it
And Def Squad L.O.D. for life (word up, yeah fuck your life)
Act trife I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife
Aiyyo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G
Redman, Keith Murray, bringin the ruckus, the Def Squad
Next up is the Flipmode Squad, this is Howard Cossell
First up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout
Lord Have Mercy For, and the In-fer-mous
Busta Rhymes
Two one two, I'm living life as a rugged MC
When I step up in your jam yo I'm V.I.P.
Niggaz and bitches be eyein me
I'm spontaneous, I'm wreckin brothers out the frame
Because I'm dangerous
I'm well known like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble
Chickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile *beeping*
I'm great distance like AT&T;
I stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Yo I Fades Them All like my man Mally G
Whip a nigga ass for free
And makin sure he see visions of me
Rampage the talk of the town
The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground (no doubt)
I'm comin thorough like a pack of Life Savers
Ask Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors
My technique I freak seven days a week
I'm undefeated, you can see my Quantum Leap
I'm hittin brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert
Those who got no publishing they need to get jerked (no doubt)
a hundred percent, I gets down what I invent
Rap artists be dying to a certain extent
Sometimes they use the underground to make a comeback
That shit is wack, fade away and never come back
For now and forever, it's the, evil that men do
Mental, my inner center Winter
Frosted froze crews inventor, inventor
Invader, evacuate I collapse your major
Straights and lose minds
You're splits two times, for intruders, for these losers
My maneuvers, drop like lugers
Illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's
Splittin blessings, with three Weapons
Lay in the cut like C-Sections, infestin the nine-six
For you mindless, niggaz I smack spineless
Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels
As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, oooh, oooh ooh ooh
Corrupt your minors, like New York City's finest
lineups, on LSD fine fust, in your sinus
Crush like chinas, opiuMC grinders
My dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners
The infiltrator, creator, I'm sinful
Papers stay viscous like religious cults
Leaders that drop scriptures, and rock clips or assault heaters
My Flipmode niggaz, we're like Afghanistan guerillas
If you want more information look listen and read
While I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed
We about to take control of your set like cruise control speed
Satisfy my lyrical semen, plants my Johnny Apple-seed
Mental slave grip on your brain like white people
My music will dominate the population like black people
Utilize my efforts to execersize my inner thoughts
I capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts
Hold down the forts smokin drinkin mad quarts
For sports talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts
Let's get the cream so that we can move up in this fortress
Bounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits
Here we go again, another phenomenon when I get on
Busta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong
We represent the ultimate unit for the nine-season
Flipmode Squad will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons
Chaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down
Till they come through like the ATF and shut your shit down
Alcohol tobacco and firearms is how we movin
Raw rapid fire flows while the music keeps you niggaz groovin
I don't know who the fuck you really think you foolin
You're so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin
From your conversation the way you come across your shit is off
Malfunctionin my nigga you about to feel the real force
Lay you on your face while I beat you up your head with the holy cross
Exotic niggaz blastin off to the Land of the Lost
If you can't see this
I recommend some school for the blind by Helen Keller
Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas
Redman and the Rockafellas
Big ups to Mally G, Keith Murray sunny days and bad weathers
But still we travel the world like National Lampoon
It's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire ninety-six SO STAY TUNED!!!
Hahahahahahahahah
Flipmode COMPLETELY getting inside that ass
Aiyyo, balls your pencils
As hollow tips get in you
Bots cutting to slice your face you
Rhymes is natural
Hold two lives and four wives
Up in the crack capsule
Flipmode cruddy styles has been past you
Rush pass
You couldn't touch cash
If it was under your nose
Like a mustache
Nigga
What ass
Show your whole cheek
Slugs with no heat
Diamonds that don't break
You thugs is so sweet
I float so much I get seasick
Flipmode is the Squad who I beez with
Who I get plucks with
And push German V's with
Rampage I'm psychic I can see shit
To the next millenium
You not gon be shit
Scratch your name off the list
Cut your wrist
You know the issue
I'm official
When you die none of your niggas is really gon miss you
FLIPMODE SQUAD
Here to drop bombs
AGAINST ALL ODDS
Still remain gods
GRIP YOUR ARM
We always come hard
THE WORLD IS OURS
Call a National Guard
Here we go
Any bitch that rhyme wanna flex she ass
I'm stomping all things like I'm plexi-glass
Niggas make way like when they hear sirens
Treat you like park and too close to fire hydrants
All up in the board
Kicking back long islands
Get your wig split first solid defiance
Rah Earth and sun in this Imperial alliance
You do the science
I'm getting money shitting, turn intruders into vixens
Fall off beeper uh-uh niggas stay getting
Dirty nigga for life
That's how Spliff's living
Throwing niggas in caskets
Tired of a yellow ribbons
I buck my duck if you touch my one
Rather Jamaican than belly boy make you people for fun
Fat Man's Son, street educated
The colonel of ghetto jurors, still thug related
We enemies of three strike felony laws
Gorilla dicking K-Y jelly for whores
Lapdances trap grands without laws
My baby moms, three eighty for your arms
That bust with loud force
The ghetto with us
That bang Makaveli in trucks
That whatever the fuck to give a cheddar in chunks
Who gazey chase
Fake thugs with lazy aid
Track marks
Rap stars
And a rain of aids
Yo, what you want from us
Now visualize more of us
Stay toting under my given flavor from Nauticas
Destroy every arch rival or any challenger
Make you remember this day
Nigga mark it on your calendar
I'm showing you something
You ain't saying nothing
My niggas make noise
Like a bunch of volcanoes erupting
None of y'all niggas really wanna war
The type of nigga to crash my plane in your building
UHHHH!! You don't know what we doin right here!
One two three we gon' turn it out
And make you rock to the beat and then scream and shout
We gonna hit you with the shit we got here
We gonna blow your miiiinnnd (blow your miiiinnnd)
Keep it movin like this, keep it movin like that
If I die, I'ma only come back
Yo, I'm saying if you think that you can step to me wrong
Don't even waste your tiiiimmme (waste your tiiiimmme)
You niggaz talk shit then abandon ship
Niggaz talk shit then they abandon ship
Niggaz talk shit, then they abandon ship
Niggaz talk shit then they abandon ship
I 8Off like the Assassin, now I'm blastin I'm takin over
Stick you for your blue Range Rover
I told ya, Rampage a real live soldier
Been in the game, sinc the age of thirteen
A microphone fiend, so I'm goin to see my P.O.
It's August the 1st, so I guess I'm a Leo
My P.O., look like Vanessa Del Rio
She pulled my rap sheet, just like, Neo Geo
Hahahaaa! I always roam through the forest
Just like a brontosaurus, born in the month of May
so my sign is Taurus, kick you in your face
like my fuckin name was Chuck Norris, make you sing my chorus
Rock to the beat and then, turn into a walrus
You remain nameless, my victory remains flawless
Acting like you wild, but I know you really harmless
While your time is coming, I make the fat shit regardless
Many niggaz wanna know when the Ramp return
Yo I'm gettin phone calls from that nigga Howard Stern
He wants to know about my Flip Mode click
The way we get down and BUST NIGGAZ SHIT
LP after LP, we make G's
I run up in your ganks den take you for your keys
I'm not lying or joking, you get broken
Dead in Flatbush, back to Roanoake and...
People always askin me, how your shit be sellin
For makin shit guaranteed to bust your fuckin melon
Police throwed me up on charges like I was a felon
There was no tellin, when I was strikin had you swellin
Cruisin in my Lands, watch the police how they be gellin
Lock you up for days and got a nigga ass smellin
Yo FUCK THAT! You best believe there ain't no time for dwellin
If you ain't makin noise you need to kill the fuckin yellin
Yo, yo, yo I run up in your set like a New York city...
I can't slip, I beat you down with my vice grip
Your lost, that means you way off course
No remorse, I'm gettin five in The Source
I be saddleback biting motherfuckers like a horse
Turn and toss, niggaz all up in my applesauce
Watch me reinforce, my shit feel good like intercourse
Ever since I was a shorty rockin Hugo Boss
Aiyyo bust it Bust (why) you just made my day
If you didn't put me on I'd be locked like O.J.
Now I'm writin rhymes hittin shorties everyday
In the full runnin drinkin ice Tanqueray
I don't eat pork I take a fish fellet
Now I'm knockin out niggaz from .. to .. touche!
Now I'm goin back around the way
I'm rippin shit, like my name was Marvin Gaye
Yo, now I'm back with more Bionic like my name was Colt Seavers
Got you niggaz open like a bunch of wide receivers
Time is on the meter, go clean your act up in the cleaners
Chickenhead, give me some of your chicken fajitas
Yo I beg your pardon, I write my rhymes way past the margins
Squeeze the Charmin, peace to one million men marchin
When you talk shit you really don't know what you startin
Now your shit is done like a fuckin empty milk carton
It's on for the nine-six, mad shows at the Ritz
Now we got you open like Fixx
Stickin to your stomach like Quaker Oat Grits
Fisherman hat with my brand new kicks
On the low, I still rock my Girbauds
See the show, I got my nickel plated fo'-fo'
All my rough niggaz open the do'
Cause Boy Scout brings the ruckus and I'm still hardco'
Yo, when I walk streets you know my blade's a little sharper
Fuck Peter Parker, I cross you like a magic marker
Everytime I hit I always hit a little harder
Blazing to the point where niggaz look a little darker
Catching suntans from my music, fans understand
Making fat shit, I always love to lend a helping hand
Organized rhyme unit like the Poison Clan
While your ride is busted, I be your luxury Sedan
Number one nigga in the chain of command
Breakin fool in school like my nigga Geechie Dan
Aiyyyyyo, I see intruders on my scan
My rhymes profess life like the birds and the bees
Make Funk-Master Flex say yo I'm feeling these
Flows make you shit in your drawrs. Change your dungarees
Smoking trees, getting cottonmouth, wild munchees
Bowed down the block eating food at Luigi's
Constipated... too much extra cheese
Well anyway, while I was cooling down at Luigi's
I met some Siamese twins from overseas.. Lebanese
Let's begin with the friends from New Orleans
They had a fifth friend. She was straight Black-Portuguese
Pretty palm-olive-soaped skin, AloeVeralese
She looked like the type of chick you only see in fantasies
The type of chick you would KILL for to get between the knees
Yo. I made time to chill with Miss Portuguese
Would you believe, the bitch tried to steal my fucking house keys
And rob me for my G's
Had to show this crazy braud, I mastered my Degree's and my Ph.D's
Got your face on camera; motherfucker say cheese
You better get with your friends quick, before I start to squeeze
Getting caught up in that freaky gold-digger Jamborees
I caught that ill vibe Tip
yo yo word
That ill vibe Tip
yo yo word
Cause when I'm in the place you know my shit be absurd.
Word Tip? [yo yo word]
Word Tip? [yo yo word]
Word Tip? [yo yo word]
I got weight on my shoulders in the form of this beat
Ain't nothing sweet, on the street, for good these I compete
Come off complete
And you need to get back in your stance
We enhance and we're playing the whole world circumstance
So do good in your hood even though you puff life
Positive to comply
Don't screw up facing that crowd
Progress don't fall back. We can't have that
I'll hold your hand Black
We can't wind up with scratch
I put my best foot forward, when I play in life
Cause this world as I live it, chill's like a double edged knife
In the jam we regulate, cause we organize
Logic-a-ly thinking when along's enterprise
Alot of brothers from the ghetto got the gift of gab
Peace to the West Coast and the East, we's fam
Need I make mention that the crew we've got
Make things get hot, like the FoFo shot. Blauw!
No we don't premote no guns, but don't turn that cheek
In the world that we live calmness is viewed as weak
So, we got to stay awake for all these lizards and snakes
Some of them come as friends; some of them come as Jakes
We decipher all the force and build rounds with our friends
Why's that?
So we can live right until time ends
Yo why's that?
I estimate, so we can get these ends
Yo true that?
This is dedicated to all those who don't see it coming...
You can live true baby, you can live trife
Whatever way you chose you got to leave your life
Aiyyo you're running out of time, and you bout to cross
The finish line, the finish line
And, yo! I can't afford to waste a second
Steppin with my eyes on niggaz checkin on my weapons
Every millisecond, motherfuckers say they true to this
But when they grab the microphone they shit sound like stupidness
*beatboxing* Hah, mad to pull another vicious scandal
I know that you can't handle when I flip from other angles now
Feel my hot wax, burning from my melting candles
You can't take the heat, so you switch from boots to wearing sandals
This is for example! Shit will make a nigga curse
When worse comes to worse, you be the first to disperse now
We don't BELIEVE your man was living like that
Hoping to find that nigga see exactly where his heart was at
It's a damn shame how Son know your style, know your name
Watch how he pull your file, make you wish you never fuckin came NOW
Even the hardest motherfucker has his final day
So kill that shit you talkin, and be about your fuckin way
Yo, everyday I see you on the block smoking
With a bunch of niggaz scoping on how they can split you WIDE open
You don't even know what's going on up in your circle
Awful murder niggaz itch to leave you black blue and purple
Ahh, your man came to put you on and tried to make you bleed
Hit you with some shit that left you flippin mad in disbelief
You just can't believe that niggaz that you smoke with is on it
And the way they rass they really got to bust yo' shit!
Thought your man was joking, paid no attention to the situation
Got with your crew and just continued smoking
Now your man sit and watch you panic
In any other situation you'd be fronting like you gigantic
I guess all that fronting is your main talent
It's apparent, he can see right through you like you transparent
Hah, aiyyo you need to watch your back you running out of time
Watch your step, cuz you only inches from the finish line
Now, there's about a million motherfuckers on your trail
Quick to bust your shit for every single time your words failed
I'm watchin all the moves you makin fuck the speculatin
Super-bitch nigga you just be fakin if I'm not mistakin
Every move you fake you dig your grave a little deeper
Come around me with that shit I'ma flip it to my brother's keeper
Listen to this: overstress my emphasis
I insist to fix and bring the noise as long as I exist
Now you walk around the streets with all that shit you speak
And step inside the club just to receive the illest ass beating
HOO! Take a look around you get no type of sympathy
Impatiently, I sit and watch you die in your own iniquity
Hah, now you out dead and stinkin, and your eyes are no longer blinkin
Time caught up quick, with your little BITCH way of thinkin
Ahh, watch you diminish, while your niggaz have to put a finish
On your misleading false image
Word is bond, bond is life
You shall be willing to give your life
Before your words shall fail
All those who out there frontin, misleading they peoples
Actin other than they really are
It will catch up to you player, word is bond
So that's, specifically, to all those fake motherfuckers
Living out here on that bullshit
Word up, let me just fuck with your mind, please
Aiy! Aiyyo-yo-yo, yo! Let me fuck up your mind
On time, showin, you the, rhythm
as I get wreck and get raw
Yeah I be the man, comin off, that be raw
It's Busta Rhymes givin you much more
So...
Yo y'all (y'all) one more time I come
Knucklehead flow that make you act REAL DUMB
Yo (yo), I burn your food like Florence
Run up in your crib like my name was search warrants
Shut your mouth nigga don't you complain
Fix you up, mix you with cut like pro-caines
Ooh!! Insane to your brain
Right on your subconscious, I leave my SHIT stain
I be the mostest with rhyme overdoses
Hot stepping over shit like Ini Kamoze's
Sick lyrics like multiple sclerosis
Focus, while I display flows ferocious
Weak niggaz just fall and keep tumbling
Distribute lyrics like I'm hand to hand herb hustling
Hardcore like Quick Draw McGraw
Fuck what you heard you ain't heard this before
I make sure everything remains raw
Yo, when I step in the place I leave damages
Nuff bandages on pussy from miscarriages
Yo, watch me bring the newest recipe
Fuck you up quick and condemn you all with leprosy
Let me hit you with flows, that come various
Hahh, send you home and make you lie bout your alias
Ha-ha, niggaz can't see my routine
When I round up my Flipmode niggaz and get cream
Hey, you! You know what the fuck I mean
Now I'm on the scene, stepping through like Mean Joe Green
Now I'm making you feel the extreme
Till I black you out then turn on my real high beam
Oh shit, now I got your brains fried
Once you inhale smoke from my flow, CARBON MONOXIDE!
Use your imagination, let me take you higher
Rain hail snow earthquakes, Earth Wind & Fire
Yo, hit the dirt, get on the floor
I'm that outlaw nigga living right next door
You should just roll out the red carpet
All movin targets, I got you open like supermarkets
(Word up, word up) Yo yo, there's only five years left
While niggaz is scared to death they breathe they last breath
Days of my Life goes on, word is bond
I make you feel my proton, neutron, and electron
Yo, I be the number one icon
Word to the holy Qu'ran, I rock on and on
On and on, hey, on and on and on
You won't understand when I form Voltron
Hahahaha, everything remains raw
I make sure everything remains raw [7X]
Word is bond, niggaz don't really understand shit
Niggaz don't motherfuckin know y'all, hahah
Flipmode is the motherfuckin Squad y'all, hahah
I make sure everything remains raw, hahah
Word is bond, niggaz don't know the real shit
There's only five years left! Word is bond
Niggaz don't know though
There's only five years left! Hahah
Remember that nigga, all you, remember that
Hahahhahhhhhahhhh, ah!
Watch me get down and just do my thing baby [8X]
Whoooo! Yes yes y'all
Busta Rhymes in the place to be, in the place to be
Hah, Flipmode is the place to be, in the place to be
Hah, party people it's me, let me do my thing
Let me do my thing, let me do my thing
Baby doll follow me baby
Let me do my thing, just, check me out now
Open up your door, let me on in
I just be wonderin -- if I could "do my thing baby"
Y'all think fast, before I get, all in your ass
Bend your frame like plexiglass
You motherfuckers, be actin like you, don't know the half
You and your whole staff, make me laugh
Hah-hah-hah, hoh, y'all, you need to sing my song
With your similar features like Olivia Newton-John
Damn, OHH! I make the whole place warm, then
hit you with some shit that make you niggaz look deformed
Now, stay tuned to every Busta Rhymes, coming soon
I will King Kong on niggaz like guerilla monsoon, soon
Whoaahhh, what seems to be the whole analysis?
Busta Rhymes just be rippin shit, type miraculous
Bang you on your head so hard, shit be formin callouses
Let me get this loot so we can move up in these palaces
Watch me get down and just do my thing baby [8X]
Word is bond
Let me do my thing, let me do my thing
Let me do my thing
Flipmode is the Squad, let us do our thing
Let us do our thing, hah
Yes yes baby, Busta Rhymes
Let me do my thing!
Let let let me do my thing, hah!
When I step in the place you should keep your mouth closed
Take your fat finger out your nose
You should just pay attention, and watch how I wild on records
Make you sing, "The Lord is my shepherd!"
In the process I do away with all nonsense
Hit you with magic like my name was Pocahontas
The dread, gon' make you party til you dead
Niggaz quick to talk shit.. OOPS! Upside your head
Put your head to bed -- let me do my thing -- nuff said
Shit so hot make your chickenhead do the spread
Tell me what you said -- I said I never leave you misled
While you bullshit, I'd rather get the lucci instead
Hah-huh-hah-hee-hah! Flip until you fall
Whylin in your whip, til you crash into a brick wall
Through the nine-six, I be that nigga that be priceless
Always blowin up your spot, bringin more surprises
You, you know you really need to come clean
Let me do my thing, don't you even try to intervene
I will endanger your species like an ostrich
Hold you hostage, and crazy feed you swine sausage
HAH! I be the number one chosen just to keep you open
Chill with your thoughts I got your brain frozen
Pay the prices made the needed sacrifices
To present the grand opening of Flipmode Enterprises
Watch me get down and just do my thing baby [8X]
Hah hah, hahhahhh!
Whohh, let me do my thing!
Let me do my thing, please!
Let me do my thing - Flipmode is the Squad y'all!
Let us do our thing, please, let us do our thing
Oh yes it's me, yes it's the Squad
Flipmode, we gon' do our thing
Let me do my thing for nine-five, nine-six, suck dick
Yes I got the bag full of brand new tricks
Dead in the face, yes I'm gon' hit you with hits
Oh my God, me and my niggaz..
Yea.. Check it out, see
The only thing you need to do right here is,
Is nod your fuckin head
Yeah, yeah
Break ya fuckin neck bitches
Yeah, yeah
Here we go now..
Where we goin now?
Where we goin now?
Give it away, give it away, give it away now
Give it away, give it away, give it away now
Just give it away nigga
Yeah, here we go now
Tell me wat'chu really wanna do (Come here ma)
Talk to a nigga, talk with me
You look like you could really give it to a nigga,
from the way you talk and the way ya try to walk for me
The way you really try to put it on a dawg
Threw ya hips like ya never did before for me
The way you break yo' back, and I break yo' neck,
and the way you try to put it on the floor for me
(Come on!) Come on (Come on!) Oh yeah
Tell me where my niggas is at (Ok!!)
Lemme address y'all niggas one time,
while I lock that down, and I hit'cha wit that (YOU GONE!)
That bomb shit, y'all niggas gone all day
Be the nigga in the drop,
Y'all niggas know every time I come through,
this motherfucker, where we always takin the ride
(So let me do this bitch)
Y'all niggas know when we come, we be makin it flop,
the way we makin it hot'll make a nigga wanna stop...
Get money, then cash that check for me
All my niggas just bust yo' tech for me
Everybody from every hood bang yo' head,
'til you break your motherfuckin head for me!
Just let me give you real street shit,
to rap in yo' shit with
Recline yo' seat rewind this heat
Keep bouncin up and down these streets
So nod yo' head and
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck nigga!
Bang yo' head until you start to
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck!
Come along now (Let's put it down nigga!)
When I bounce back and you know I done caught my breath,
y'all niggas all know how we do,
when the way we bang niggas in the head, and we do it to death
(We fold 'em back whodi!) The fire boy, you know we bakin a ounce
I know you love the way we be givin you the music, makin you bounce
Now fuck it up just a little for my niggas,
everytime we come through niggas know that we did it for y'all (Uh-huh)
And the way we do it for the people,
niggas know we always give it to y'all
I said bounce (Come on!)
In the day time or the night, when ya creepin along,
Well just bang this shit up in the truck,
while you break yo' neck, now motherfucker try to figure my flow
See the way we come right through (When we come right through!)
We be always blowin the spot, again and again,
and make a nigga really wanna STOP...
Better tell yo' crew, yo' peeps,
all my niggas better put they troops on
And gather up your soldiers nigga,
you know you better keep yo' boots on
All my niggas in the place (Aiyyo!)
Wave your hands high now, and the way we put it down,
make a nigga wonder what he really gonna try now
What'cha really wanna do?
Just place your bet, and put'cha money where ya mouth is (Ah-hoo)
All my niggas in the street just break yo' neck and keep on boun-cin!
Here we go, and you know everytime Busta-Bus be holdin the fort,
my nigga watch how we shuttin it down,
The way we put it on, comin through like a steamroller,
me and Dre nigga ain't no fuckin around
My nigga (WHAT!) Yeah whattup,
Me and my team got a link cuz you know we stay choppin it up
And when get up in the club,
or how my niggas at the bar how we lockin it up
And we get a little (High!) And we get a little (Drunk!)
And we get a little (Crunk! Come on!)
Lemme give y'all niggas some shit,
that'll make you wanna bang this out yo' trunk (Come on!)
Get money, then cash that check for me
All my niggas just bust yo' tech for me
Everybody from every hood, bang yo' head,
"Touch it- bring it - babe - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
Aiyyo Swizzy I told these niggaz I was comin back to bust they ass!!!
Ok! Remix! Part Two!
See now you who the God be, back runnin the city and you know who the squad be
Flipmode bitch look see ain't nothin changed
Now I'm back with the remix with the Queens of the game (TURN IT UP!!)
WHEN YOU SEE ME IN THE SPOT YOU NIGGAS BETTER RESPECT IT
Y'ALL ALREADY KNOW WHERE I REP AIN'T NO REASON TO CHECK IT
AND I KNOW THAT YOU AIN'T FUCKIN WITH ME JUST FOR THE RECORD
SO INSTEAD I'M A LET, MARY J. BLIGE COME AND SET IT
(Now get low Mary!) Maybe you can guess who it is (Uh huh)
Mary J. Blige about to handle my biz (Uh huh)
I'm on my grown woman still I rep for the kids
In every hood, and all my peoples doin a bid (TURN IT UP!!)
NOW YOU KNOW WHO'S REALLY THE QUEEN DELIVER THE MAIL
SEVEN HUNDRED THIRTY THOUSAND FIRST WEEK OF MY SALES
THE HATERS PLOT AND THEY WATCH LOOKIN ALL PALE
WHILE I'M ON A YACHT, OVERSEAS DOIN MY NAILS
(Get low Mary!) Well let me show you how we do (Ha!)
I gotta thank everyone for coppin The Breakthrough (Uh huh)
Bus did take one the remix is take two
You love the way we reinventin how we just stay new (TURN IT UP!!)
HOW WE SELLIN OUT THEB STADIUMS, ARENAS AND ALL (Ha!!!)
ONLY LOUIS AND GUCCI WE DON'T SHOP AT THE MALL (Huh!)
GOT YOU PARTYIN AND DANCIN AND HAVIN A BALL
AND YOUR LOVIN THE WAY WE REPPIN HOW WE DO IT FOR Y'ALL GO 'HEAD AND
"Touch it- bring it - babe - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
(Get low Digga!) See me rollin up in your hood {Uh huh}
These jokers screa,in damn Rah still be lookin good {Yeah}
They do they little mack he askin me who I tapped
Ain't none of your concern you a G make it hap (TURN IT UP!!)
WHEN I GIVE A NIGGA SOME PLAY HE LOSIN HIS BRAIN (Uh)
ASKIN ME A BUNCH OF QUESTIONS ACTIN LIKE HE MY MAN
WANNA STRESS A BITCH OUT TELLIN ME I DID CHANGE
THEY SAYIN DAMN MY BAD IF YOU FELL FOR THE GAME
(Get low Digga!) Now he sittin there lookin stuck (Ha!)
He thinkin cause he spent a little dough I'm 'gon fuck
If money ain't a thang I'm sayin let a bitch know
Typed to empty a account, how far you willin to go (TURN IT UP!!)
NOW HE HOPIN ON THE JET HE AIN'T WASTIN NO TIME
TOLD ME ALL EXPENSE PAID ANYPLACE I COULD FIND
HIT THE ISLANDS IN THE WINTER TRICKIN ALL ON HIS DIME
AIN'T A SHORTY IN THE WORLD PUSSY BETTER THAN MINE, THEY WANNA
"Touch it- bring it - babe - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
Bus this is serious man!!!!!!!! (Get low Missy!)
I'm jinglin baby, go 'head mami, don't I look charmin put your lips up on me {Woo!!!}
Kiss it touch it, good, yes I wish you would (TURN IT UP!!)
YOU LIKE TO SEE ME WHEN I DIP BABY DIP (Ha1)
DON'T IT LOOK LIKE I GOT BEYONCE'S HIPS
LOOKIN LIKE I COULD BE NIA LONG
BOY YOU SMOKIN THAT CHEECH AND CHONG
(Get low Missy!) Have you ever seen thickness in a thong {Come on!}
You can hit it like a game of ping pong
If you give me two shots of it strong
Nigga bring it on I might let you take me home (TURN IT UP!!)
NOW BUSTA BUS {BUS!!} MISDEMEANOR IN HERE
THIS YEAR BE CLEAR Y'ALL BE BEWARE
FAKE MC'S Y'ALL CAN'T COME NEAR
I'M TOXIC BABY LIKE I'M BRITNEY SPEARS
"Touch it- bring it - babe - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
See I ain't even gotta talk to y'all!!!
I let the Queens of the game get at y'all!!
Se y'all ain't even in my league!!! Flipmode bitch!!!!
"Touch it- bring it - babe - watch it -
"Buy it - use it - break it - fix it -
crush it - change it - melt - upgrade it
Aiyyo, what you think the building is gon' feel like
once the dog and Busta Rhymes come through this
motherfucker?
Oh man, not again
OOOOOWWWWWW
"Touch it - bring it - pay it - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
WHAT, remix
We 'bout to do it again
WHAT, remix
We 'bout to do it again
WHAT, remix
We bout to do it again
WHAT
Aiyyo dog, lets take it to another level
Get low Bus
You see them back with the smash
I told you niggaz I'm comin and bustin yo ass
Alot of niggaz is hype, but you know they hardly be trash
See I don't read through them niggaz, bout to step on the gas (TURN IT UP)
EVERYBODY WANNA KNOCK IT, SEE THIS SHIT OFF THE HOOK
GOT THE DOG WIT ME LIKE WE BOUT TO DO IT TO JOOKS
EAT A NIGGA FOOD, CALL ME BLACK CAESAR THE CROOK
AND WHILE I'M BACK BRINGIN THE PRESSURE
YOU NIGGAZ IS SHOOK
Get low Bus, aye nigga, gimme a second
See you ain't in my lane homie, just for the record
Everytime you see me, you need to, you better respect it
Cause when I bring it, you I'm only comin to bust it (TURN IT UP)
BUSTA BUS, SWIZZ AND X, YOU CAN'T HANDLE US NOW
SEE I'M THE THRONE HOLDER BITCH, THE SHIT'S UNANIMOUS NOW
WHO THE FUCK WANNA TRY TO COME BANG WIT US NOW
NONE OF YALL, THAT'S WHY OUR BITCH WANNA HANG WIT US NOW
I LET 'EM
Grrrrrrrrr
Get low X
Anything it's took, it's gon be a breakdown
Come through like "hmmm, what I'm gon take now?"
Whatever the fuck I want, trust me dog
It gets ugly even when it comes to the hunt (TURN IT UP)
NIGGAZ LIKE TO STUNT, YOU WANNA TO FRONT
I'MA HIT YOU AND YOUR MAN
AND IMA HIT YOU WHERE YOU STAND (WHAT)
NIGGAZ AIN'T BUILT FOR NOTHIN BUT FRONTIN
COME THROUGH, FAGGOTS HIT THE SECURITY FRONTIN (Keep goin X)
Get that do, What that do? How that do?
Fuck you faggot, I shot at you
And what? You and you mans butt, you in your man's truck
But your chance is up, not get up {TURN IT UP}
YOU KNOW HOW THAT SHIT GOES, LET THAT SHIT GO
AIN'T NOTHIN CHANGE, BEEN THE SAME FROM THE GETGO (WHAT)
GET UP OUT THAT WHIP YO, I AIN'T GON' TELL YOU AGAIN
FUCK IT, SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND
Get low X
Swizz is the monster, X is the beast
Fuckin wit Bus, man everyday is a piece
Stay off the streets, tired of talkin to y'all niggaz
I'ma stick a fork at y'all niggaz (TURN IT UP)
WHEN I HIT 'EM, MAN THAT CRUNK GON GET 'EM MAN
FUCKED UP HOW I DID 'EM MAN (WHAT)
AIN'T NO REMORSE BUT THE CHORUS, TRUTH IS
CAN'T I.D. THE BODY, NIGGA TOOTHLESS
Get low Bus, just like peas and rice
The way I cook, niggaz gotta have a Jesus Christ
What the fuck you niggaz wanna do? Please, I'm nice
I'm only gonna say it once, I'm ain't sayin it twice (TURN IT UP)
YO I SWEAR TO GOD, YOU DON'T WANT
NO PROBLEM WHEN I PACK OUT THE FULL CLIP
BUS RHYMES, BACK ON THE BULLSHIT
FUCK YOU WANNA COME AROUND, YOU AND YOUR CREW SPIT
Flipmode motherfuckas
Flipmode motherfuckas
What the fuck you want
What the fuck nigga
What you want
What the fuck nigga (We gon hit it down like this nigga what)
Check it out
I be
Testing your fate and wrecking your face
Invading your space
And watch the tables turn like you're trading a place
I pull stunts like evil kadeival
Me and my people fly like an eagle
And blow your entire cathingil
Hurry hurry
Don't worry worry
Hit y'all with a flurry flurry of jazz
Leaving y'all niggas blurry blurry
Brew up some shit like I'm cooking for y'all
When I'm done then I come looking for y'all
(Huh huh hold up hold up)
Federal cases cause nuff bodies end up in medical places
In they blood finding them chemical traces
Leaving special investigators going through skeptical phases
While we getting money the decimal changes
I was a seven-day affentice apprentice
Now I strike with a vengeance
Blowing the door right up off of the hinges
This be that put you out of your misery song
And make you ask your man is this the joint he dissing me on
That's when I ask
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga
Moving your muscle and doing the hustle
See nowadays we getting money like rustle
Who really wanna tussle
Challenge the super saber in a nigga
Blast the challenger way out of space like Galica nigga
Battle star Galactica cross my diameter nigga
Derange your whole circular shape into triangular nigga
So what it was my fault
That I had to bring this shit to a screaming halt
What you need to do is open up the vault
That's why I make sure that my vest will be on
So when I blast you and your additional stress will be gone
Then I sprinkle just a little bit of salt on your plans
And watch your shit shrivel up right in the palm of my hands
I ain't afraid of ya
But I thank all of my niggas for saving ya
I was about to take you back
To when your mother was making ya
Clapping you up
Slapping you up
Trapping you up
Holding you hostage
Duck taping and Saran wrapping you up
First she was sober
I smell aroma
Put you in a Trans
And slip into an irreversible coma
Fuck y'all cubic zirconium niggas it's over
Closing in on all y'all niggas
While we're moving in a little closer
Then I evaluate and elaborate
Confiscate your shit and dare your ass to retaliate
[Intro: x3]
Turn my fucking beat up
[Hook: Chris Brown]
Uh, yeah! We can do anything
Walk into anywhere and buy anything!
I'll be chilling, I ain't worry about anything
Why stop now? I could have everything!
Yeah! I could have everything!
Yeah! I could have everything!
Yeah! I could have everything!
Why stop now? I can have everything!
[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
(Now!)
Every single time I get up in the building
Then I touch it, and I get it poppin'
You can never stop it and how long it got 'em hung in
And they're wonderin' on how my nigga does it
When I'm blackin' every hood and every street and then I flood it
Makin' every DJ wanna bring it back and they robbin'
Makin' otha niggas starving, ain't no food up in the cupboards
See the way I got 'em spittin' now I gotta nigga runnin'
From the way that I be gettin' on the beat and I'll be
Dumbin' (I'll be dumbin')
Shit, I wanna see y'all do dat on YouTube
Lemme gibble in and dabble with the flow
Lemme show you niggas how I really mix it up
(Yep!)
I'm a slow it down a little
Naw think ya better mean to flip it up
(Kill 'em!)
Switch it up I'll probly pitch it up don't wanna see ya
Bottles in ya hands, nigga get it up
(Ho!)
Throw my money all around until it hit the ground
I'm makin' shorty work before she pick it up
(Whoo!)
You know the shit was kinda dead 'fore I had to
Step up all up in the spot and really lift it up
(Damn!)
And soon I busta nigga head in and then I throw a little
Coke up in the street until they sniff it up[Sniff]
And see they lovin' when I come and hit it up
I kill it 'til a nigga 'body get the stiffin' up
And need to betta know that I can do anything that I want
Niggas already be knowin' I'm a GIVE IT UP!
[Hook: Chris Brown]
Uh, yeah! We can do anything
Walk into anywhere and buy anything!
I'll be chilling, I don't worry about anything
Why stop now? I can have everything!
Yeah! I could have everything!
Yeah! I could have everything!
Yeah! I could have everything!
Why stop now? I could have everything!
[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
All right, I'm a let you niggers calm down for a minute
And get your shit together!
Here's what I need y'all to do!
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap
Let's go!
Ok, come around, see me put it down just a little bit
Ball and I'm heavy, y'all already know...
Somebody better get the crown when the nigga spit
Hurry! Make sure you polish it a little 'fore you bring it to me while I like it down with another hit
(You're ready), and you ain't even gotta ask
When you already know another bang is what you gonna get!
Yeah! Better bounce when a nigga say something's like magic
When the niggers been pressed out
And if you're really with me, and you're ready, let's go!
Rhyme with a nigger like we're on a metro
Y'all already know I kill anyone, anywhere, anything from the very intro
And I beat the most everything
And you should have knew that form the very get go!
[Hook: Chris Brown]
yeah! We can do anything
Walk into anywhere and buy anything!
I'll be chilling, I ain't worry about anything
Why stop now? I could have everything!
Yeah! I could have everything!
Yeah! I could have everything!
Yeah! I could have everything!
Why stop now? I could have everything!
Just watch 'em close, see how they bug on how the God delivers
Now we're blacking in this bitch, until the police come and get us!
Watch so you could see! (The Conglomorate)
Who fucking with us?
I could shit and fart all on the beat and kill a couple niggers!
Oh, oh!
Everybody know what the fuck it is
True!
And then I think I'm a beat them in the heads
Niggers know I do it till I split a couple of wigs
And you know that when I got him
And I hit him from the bottom
You don't want a nigger really though!
And I'll be doing anything that I want
It don't matter where we're at, I'm a let it go!
[Hook: Chris Brown]
yeah! We can do anything
Walk into anywhere and buy anything!
I'll be chilling, I don't worry about anything
Why stop now? I could have everything!
Yeah! I could have everything!
Yeah! I could have everything!
Yeah! I could have everything!
Why stop now? I could have everything!
Alright alright
Now that it seems like
Everybody Fuckin' with what we doing here
Let me see everybody do it again
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap
[INTRO]
Ayo Green..i feel like im turnin green too!
from Bill bitch b!...to some incredible Hulk shit!
I dont even know why u give me shit like this to spit to?
Im sure we speak the same language
fuck you bitches....pay me!!!
[VERSE 1]
(HAA)
wait a minute..came to go get it...ranger fitted
whenever it come to paper..better know im major with it
make it rain a major blizzard..leather alligator lizard
i Talledega race any challenger name a didgit
even if on the slightest you take a smidget or dare touch my revenue i slice you with the razor quit it
icey till i make it frigid..(BURRRR)..
the laws of physics says its getting cold..my money taller than a hall of midgets
i get up all up in it
kickin down the door (Who is it!!??)
Bitch i be the crew of bill collectors..pay the mall a visit
after cleanin bank accounts you questioned if i gave a shit if not i tell the truth so you could tell em that the player did
it(HEYAAA)
its ok i say a prayer its the mayor bititch slayer givin you another layer of the data tritick
bust rhymes..hittin you with punch lines
funny how i fuck dimes..bitch you know i want mine
Where my fuckin money?!
[HOOK]
I aint speakin foreign..you know what im saying
better have my bread nigga i aint playin
(Bitch..where my fucking money?)
Mark every word..spoken reddish so your pussy
if you think im jokin?
(muhfucker...where my fuckin money?)
Think i still aint crazy coz i cut my dread
and if you short my cake im off side of your head
(bitch where my fuckin money?)
[VERSE 2]
(OHHHH)
critical its pitifull im cynical
how i deliver lyricals and take these other niggas paper
topsy-tervy contraversy im so thirsty go no mercy
for some of these bitches..i collect my money now and later
keep it movin with the clique..while making bitches hit the strip
cake up everyday i wake i RATE the way my money flip
i want its mine..borderline..call it crime..all the shine im takin it
aint no mistakin it nigga whats yours is mine
no need to second guess it check im the gloss and grind the gritty and the floss, the profit and the loss all intertwined
because i profit from your losses
you dont want it..you should get it
in the hood with you money..i extended my line of credit
the medic..doctor ryhmes that put you on a dihharettic shrinkin up a nigga pockets
simple niggaz style pathetic
bust rhymes..hittin you with punch lines
funny how i fuck dimes..bitch you know i want mine
Where my fuckin money?!
[HOOK]
I aint speakin foreign..you know what im saying
better have my bread nigga i aint playin
(Bitch..where my fucking money?)
Mark every word..spoken reddish so your pussy
if you think im jokin?
(muhfucker...where my fuckin money?)
Think i still aint crazy coz i cut my dread
and if you short my cake im off side of your head
Brand new, yea brand new
Ha, brand new for all y'all massive and crew
people across the world
Yea Busta Rhyme hot shit more and more and more
Motherfuker Flipmode nigga
More advanced technology for y'all niggas
Check it out y'all
Follow instructions
Hop skip jump makin' ya flip
Dislocate your hip bone vertabrate slip
Shut ya lip and talk shit, lost ya grip
On the realist thing in life niggga pass the clip
Makin' ya beg for your life, quickly strip
Oh shit, make you give me all of your belongings quick
Come up off of that ya get smacked, knock ya bitch back
Blow make ya go back to the way you use to act
Get money, fuck the bull shit ain't nuthin' funny
Nowadays violate quick, will ya face bloody
Freak show have a nigga whole shit crisp
Break ya face from the swing of my hand, flick of my wrist
Dismiss all y'all niggas and ball up my fist
I hate a fake nigga and you at the top of the list
Wait regardless how you skip around the fat remains
You a bitch now learin' how to play these games
Exercise the right to rip shit every nite
Precisely, niggas be nicely doin' it right
Holy mackerel, nuthin' less than actual factual
Stay reppin' even when we conversate casual
Read it in your manual
Attend to our annual get together
Sarinate in luxury, doin' what ever
Doin' my thing, Trevade bumps King
Truck jeweling it, watch the medallion swing
So fast nigga forget shit as time past
Break a piece of glass quick to amputate your ass
The title wave movin' faster than the speed of sound
Gargantua, weighing in at a million pounds
The more the heavy the more the solid
My niggas run thick
Fast to bap the John type, my niggas murder you quick
Yo, take it easy while back at the ranch
you talk to much you get beat with a tree branch
The most influential, whether in projects or
suburban residential
Fuck that
We keep the livest niggas happy then we blow the
spot quick, give me money make it snappy
Oh my God, Flipmode is the Squidaud
It's war if you dare step foot in my yard
My protocol is to create
Substances abuse lyrics like alcohol
Nigga try to recall
When I hit you you ain't even know that you was gonna fall
Cut your shit up turned around and bumped your head and all
Leavin' lizard
Always remain grand wizard
Fuck around and sleep nigga you get caught up in my blizzard
askin who is it
My niggas ain't around I ain't with it
Aiiyo yo yo yo
We here to stay fuck payin a visit
So consistent, demand everybodys assistant
Let us reach for all things without any resistant
Fatality, for all those in the world that might be mad at me
Suffer in the faces of my immortality
To the one who didn't make it
Now in every way I hope you know where we about to take it
In every way I hope you know where we about to take it
Now in every way I hope you know where we about to take it
In every way I hope you know where we about to take it
In every way I hope you know where we about to take it
Now in every way I hope you know where we about to take it
In every way I hope you know where we about to take it
Yeah..
Good God!
"Tra-la-la-la-lah" [4X]
Yeah, for all you motherfuckers across the whole entire galaxy
Busta Rhymes and the whole entire Flipmode Squad
Back at y'all motherfuckers in 1997
"Tra-la-la-la-lah" [4X]
Hah, When Disaster Strikes, When Disaster Strikes
Take a look and sit on the sidelines and bear witness
Hah!
On and on, return from the future like a centurion
All my affili-ates.. let's stack another mill-ion
While you learn on how the words go to my motherfucking song
Watch me puts it on.. it keeps you open all day long
The way we fuck shit up you thinkin somethin must be wrong
Set the high standards for corny niggaz to get the gong
Bleach your ass blonde and black your color back to bronze
On Happy Days I be the coolest nigga like The Fonz
So spectacular how I touch souls from here to Africa
My Zimbabwe niggaz bangin my joints up in they Acura
Pssh, OOH! Makin you feel the funk from bumper to bumper
Drive an imported 500 in foreign license plate numbers, ha ha
Laugh at ya, oh, me and my passengers
flip ass niggaz over quick like frying pan spatulas
Why do you be wastin your time, bein mad at us?
Every voice should sing and help the music sound miraculous!
"Tra-la-la-la-lah" [4X]
Yes yes y'all! Flipmode Squad y'all
We reign supreme in 1997
When Disaster Strikes, you will all feel
"Tra-la-la-la-lah" [4X]
When Disaster Strikes, you will all see
When Disaster Strikes, you will all bear witness
to The Most High Exalted
Yo.. now check it out, yo
I keeps flows so ridiculous
Rhyme flow taste good like a handful of cherry licorice
Practice your rhyme or be the local practitionist
Well you can try bein a doctor or bein a local obstetricianist
See, you can be somethin
Quit tryin to work so fuckin hard to-wards nothin
This rhyme shit was never designed for every swollen muffin
Yo, I'm sayin..
Why y'all niggaz think that y'all could really see my Squad?
And if we hit you hard that's when you feel the power of the God
Do it right and big up my peeps and A*Alikes
On alike, repel, especially feel When Disaster Strikes
Extremely delicate like the blowin out of candlelights
The quiet killings of projects niggaz whenever they wanna fight
That type of shit that shine and blind a nigga eyesight, aiiight?
We keepin it tight, y'all niggaz don't want it right?
You will never ever get no wins inside _mi casa_
We killin all impostors like we kill the cucurachas
Bounce to award ceremonies like we winnin Oscars
Rhymin rastas, eatin enough exotic pasta, hah! Yo..
We keep it movin for all of y'all
Freak y'all niggaz out while I'm makin y'all niggaz fall
Disaster will hitcha quick any time you wanna brawl
Perm, press, a nigga back, peel them of the wall
So tell me, why do you be wastin your time, bein mad at us?
Every voice should sing and help the music sound miraculous!
"Tra-la-la-la-lah" [4X]
Hah, oh yes y'all!
This situation.. has now been brought before your very eyes
And as we carry on Flipmode Squad continues to conquer the world
"Tra-la-la-la-lah" [4X]
When Disaster Strikes, you will all fear
When Disaster Strikes, you will all bear witness
Ah ah
Ah ah
Ah, ah.. c'mon
Ah, ah, ah uh uh-uh
Uhhh, ahhh
Yeah, Busta Rhymes
Janet Jackson, here we go, one time!
Baby just tell me just how you feel (how you feel)
We livin it I'm just givin it to you real, baby c'mon
Ev-erytime we crossin the borderline
Be giving it to you makin you feel fine, turn the heat up
Better believe we gon' shine, make your body wind
Baby the pleasure is all mine -- to my people
who be regulating the dancefloor (dancefloor)
Better step to your business and handle yours, how we do it?
Making your people just wanna bounce and get busy
because you know that we always'll hit you off, what you say?
You wondering why you feeling the force (force force)
And don't you worry cause yo we ready to floss (floss floss)
Mohicans'll always a put you on
And blow the spot til the very second I'm gone - get your groove on
Now that you tired I hope your body recoupin
because we keepin you movin that's what we doin and you know we're
[(Busta Rhymes)]
Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet
(Yeah, yeah, gonna make your body wet)
Gonna make gonna make your body scream again
(Yeah yeah, make your body just scream out yeah yeah)
Gonna make gonna make you think of naughty things
(Ha ha, make you think of naughty things)
Like me on you (or me on you) and you on me (yeah, what it's gon' be?)
What's it gonna be?!
Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet
(Ah, ah, ah, make your body wet, c'mon)
Gonna make gonna make your body scream again
(Hah, make your body scream yeah yeah, yeah yeah!)
Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body cream
(Make your body cream)
Make you have wet dreams (make you have wet dreams)
What what what, what's it gonna be?!
What what, what, party people
seeing you waving your hand high
Hot shit, burning you making your ass fry, baby c'mon
Give you the shit what that make you quiver while I deliver
the shit that'll hit you right in your live
Always SoundScan'n, we never leavin you hangin
I'm always doin my thang and my music always be bangin, so check it
You know we be always movin the crowd (crowd)
Type of feeling that make you wanna go play it loud (loud) whattup?
*echoes* WHEN, WE, COME, and hit YOU
Best believe, we really gon' get YOU
Light up whatever you wanna flaunt
Cause we be dippin it baby, so what you want? Here we go
Paintin the picture we keep it hot in the winter
Now big up my people you know I'm always wit'cha -- Flipmode!
We blowin and takin over the planet - full blast
Hittin with Busta Rhymes and Janet and you know we're gonna
[(Busta Rhymes)]
Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet
(Ah ah, ah ah, gonna make your body wet)
Gonna make gonna make your body scream again
(Yeah, gonna make your body scream out yeah yeah)
Gonna make gonna make you think of naughty things
(Uh uh, make you think of naughty things)
Like me on you (or me on you) and you on me
What's it gonna be?! (what it's gon' be?)
Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet
(Ah ah, yeah, we gonna make your body wet)
Gonna make gonna make your body scream again
(Ha ha, gonna make your body scream out yeah yeah!)
Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body cream
(Yeah! Hah, gonna make your body cream)
Make you have wet dreams (make you have wet dreams)
What what what, what's it gonna be?!
[(Janet)]
What, what, what.. what what?
We gonna make your body feel wet (WET)
We gonna make your body say yeah (YEAH!)
I wanna know where my road dawgs is it
I wanna know where my live women is at - Where you at?
We gonna make your body feel wet (WET)
We gonna make your body say yeah (YEAH!!)
Now everybody wave your hand real high - real high
And let me see you all put em up in the sky - c'mon
Makin my niggaz just say HO, word up
And makin you women just say AH, baby c'mon
Bringin it to you in many ways
We makin and takin you people right through another phase, c'mon
We rocking it baby that's how we dropping it baby
There ain't no stopping it baby I know we driving you crazy
And then we hit with the greatest of all times - times times
No matter what you do baby, we gon' shine and you know we're gonna
[(Busta Rhymes)]
Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet
(Yeah, gonna make your body wet)
Gonna make gonna make your body scream again
(Ah, gonna make your body scream out yeah yeah)
Gonna make gonna make you think of naughty things
(Yeah! Gonna think of naughty things)
Like me on you (or me on you) and you on me
What's it gonna be?! (yeah, what it's gon' be?)
Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet
(Hah, yeah, we gonna make your body wet)
Gonna make gonna make your body scream again
(Hah, we gonna make your body scream out yeah yeah!)
Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body cream
(Yeah! Hah, gonna make your body cream)
Make you have wet dreams (make you have wet dreams)
What what what, what's it gonna be?!
(What, what, what, what it's gon' be?)
Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet
(Hah, yeah, gonna make your body wet girl)
Gonna make gonna make your body scream again
(Hah, yeah, gonna make your body scream out yeah yeah)
Gonna make gonna make you think of naughty things
(Yeah! Gonna think of naughty things)
Like me on you (or me on you) and you on me
What's it gonna be?! (what it's gon' be?)
Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet
(Ah, yeah, gonna make your body real wet girl)
Gonna make gonna make your body scream again
(Hah, gonna make your body scream out yeah yeah!)
Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body cream
(Yeah! Gonna make your body cream)
Make you have wet dreams (make you have wet dreams)
What what what, what's it gonna be?!
(What what what, wha-what what WHAT?!)
Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet
(Hah, gonna make your body wet girl)
Gonna make gonna make your body scream again
(Yeah, gonna make your body scream out yeah yeah)
Gonna make gonna make you think of naughty things
(Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! You gon' think of naughty things)
Like me on you (like me on you) and you on me
What's it gonna be?! (what it's gon' be?)
Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet
(Hah, gonna make your body real wet)
Gonna make gonna make your body scream again
(Yeah, gonna make your body scream out yeah yeah!)
Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body cream
(Yeah! Gonna make your body cream)
Make you have wet dreams (make you have wet dreams)
What what what, what's it gonna be?!
What wha-what, what, what what it's gon' BE?!
Busta Rhymes, and Janet Jackson
Finally
Flipmode baby what?
Yeah yeah, what it's gonna be?
What it's gon' be?!
What it's gon' be?!
What's it gonna be?!
What what what, wha-what WHAT?!
Yeah
Uh uh uh, ah ah, ah ah, ah, ah-ah
Yeah I though all y'all was goin'
Uh, Yeah, yeah, yeah
Were gonna take y'all on a little ride and shit
You mean now, now, now, yeah
We gonna sail in one of them big fat ocean liners on the street
Swim through this mutha fucka
Busta-Bus now, now, now
Hop scotch I found a new bounce
Just rock back and fourth while my beat knock (Aurgh!)
Stop chips and cock glocks wit' clips
Go sailing in hot ships and park big whips (oh!)
Getting' them whips and bounce outta town
Take trips ride slow through them hoods and park at the main strip
Baby girl gimme yo hand cock fast (c'mon!)
With a number in your hand, hot ass (hold up!)
Shorty actin' just like she had a hit (on me!)
Fuckin' while shorty's busy shakin' her shit (on me!)
Man stop, just let ‘em flop watch girlfriend let alone cock block
Hot shit make a bitch wanna whine just like a reggae tune
Make y'all niggaz wanna act and bust the AK boom!
Everyday create a may lay today is pay day mutha fucka you better make way!
It's your night go get your money
Get that dough bounce if ya want
And light that blunt smoke if you got to
Shake yo shit bounce if you have to
Flimode squad back in the spot
With all yo shit bounce in the truck
Yes yes y'all bounce we go what ya want
All my niggaz, all my niggaz
All my bitches!
C'mon!
We stay spittin' on
See what we sittin on
Shittin' you see how my 20” be fittin' on nigga
A 100 dollar bill shorty number was written on
Hittin' shorty on the sink wit' the lights in the kitchen on
C'mon! move quiet with all the DL chicks
Who carry on Lincoln head up on my CL 6
Hit y'all wit' the shit split y'all
Chicks all on my whip hoping ya ass fit y'all
We suppose to reach most shit bang
Watch how niggaz bounce in East Coast (Heaighh!)
Choke y'all provoke y'all
Killin' street everytime we distribute the coke all
Check it, see now a days we caught cribs
And caught big fat loss
Fuck big fat bitches that make cliques back off
The way we prove it to y'all
Is just bang niggaz every time we do it to y'all
Yeah
Straight black out shit fo show
Making you back yo mack out quick Aiyo (huh)
Yeah we floss and drop pricy things
Talk slick and money and rock icy things
She tried to get that score
By throwing the pussy begging me to hit that raw (uh oh)
We puts it on and watch bitches getting' a getsy
(feat. Linkin Park)
[Chester Bennington]
Together we made it
We made it even though we had our backs
Up against the wall
[Busta Rhymes]
As you can see i survived the worst
But my life is glorious (uh!)
But I know that I leaped every hurdle
And I'm so victorious (uh!)
Take a look I'm a symbol of greatness
Now call a nigga Morpheus (yeah)
As force securin' the win, but they
Believe I'm so notorious (yeah)
You know that I've been 'bout my bread
Even though we rappin' now (yes)
We used to live on the strip even though
a nigga higher level trappin' now (oh!)
Superseded everyone of my little struggles and (uh!)
So your head never ever been an option (trust)
you see my nigga paper long like rush hour traffic
And I'm about to take the hood shoppin' (get it!)
[Chorus: Chester Bennington (Busta Rhymes)]
Together we made it (you see we did it niggas)
We made it even though we had our backs
Up against the wall (come on)
Forever we waited (ah hah)
And they told us we were never gonna get it
But we took it on the road
(To the riches)
on the road
(To the ghetto)
on the road
(In the projects, to this bangin' instrumental)
on the road
(Rise with me)
on the road
(We come and get it)
on the road
[Mike Shinoda]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo
When it all got started we were steadily
Just getting rejected
And it seemed like nothin' we could do
would ever get us respected
At best we were stressed at the worst
They probably said we're pathetic
Had all the pieces to that puzzle
Just the way to connect it
I was fighting through every rhyme
Tightening up every line
Never restin' the question if I
Was out of my mind
It finally came time to do it and let it die
So we put the chips on the table and
Told them to let it ride, sing it (yeah)
[Chorus: Chester Bennington (Busta Rhymes)]
Together we made it (you see we did it niggas)
We made it even though we had our backs
Up against the wall (come on)
Forever we waited (ah hah)
And they told us we were never gonna get it
But we took it on the road
(To the riches)
on the road
(To the ghetto)
on the road
(In the projects, to this bangin' instrumental)
on the road
(Rise with me)
on the road
(We come and get it)
on the road
Yeah, yeah, yeah, look
In case you misunderstand exactly what I'm buildin'
The shit that I can leave for
My children's (children's) children's (children)
Now on the wake up I smile, to see how far I've come (yeah)
Fighting for sales when I'm stripped
To negate the hustle from (yeah)
From nights in jail on a bench using my muscles son (yeah)
To countin' money like Dre and Jimmy and Russel was (yeah nigga)
But now I live when I dream, you see we finally did it (oh!)
Let's make a toast to the hustle
Regardless how you get it, sing it
[Chorus: Chester Bennington (Busta Rhymes)]
Together we made it (you see we did it niggas)
We made it even though we had our backs
Up against the wall (come on)
Forever we waited (ah hah)
And they told us we were never gonna get it
But we took it on the road
(To the riches)
on the road
(To the ghetto)
on the road
(In the projects, to this bangin' instrumental)
on the road
(Rise with me)
on the road
(We come and get it)
Aiyyo Mega' gimme some of that barefoot jungle shit
and let me shake a leg nigga! (Megahertz)
Let's give it to 'em
Yo, let's give it to 'em
Yo, let's give it to 'em
Busta Bust, let's give it to 'em
Flipmode, let's give it to 'em
Check it
Ever felt the fire burn like this (burn like this)
You shocked that I've returned like this
Stern like shit'll make you firm like this
C'mon, while we make the bitches yearn like this
Pearl white shit'll make the world hype quick
and earl like knowin I'm bonin your girl like this
Act sweet (BOY) nigga we pack heat so (BACK BOY)
Stack money like a Backstreet Boy
Track sheet, never whack, bitches hittin in my back seat
Love my flick up in the Black Beat boy
So move your black feet boy, make bitches bounce to this
Don't let me have to let the mac speak boy
Track meet boy, hundred meter dash, straight to the trash
You corny rhymin on them whack beats boy (C'MON)
And you know we rock on and on
And make the bitches wanna bounce, all night long and
And to my gettin money niggaz keep ballin (c'mon)
You know we bout to take it to the next mornin
Get your big ass on the floor!
You know we goin' do it to ya (alright)
You know we goin' do it to ya (alright)
You know we doin' do it to ya (alright) nigga
Get your big ass on the floor, C'MON!!
The Range Ro' and everything you see is paid fo' nigga, c'mon
Change flow and then we lay low
Chase mo' money, fuck I wanna waste dough fo'
Stack peso, big money know my small money
probably bigger than your WHACK payroll
Money get your hands off of me, dance all night
Break bitches hot and sweaty take your tight pants off for me
So horny, shorty pull your plans off on me
Whylin out, while shorty ditchin her mans off for me
So simple, there go the champagne glass
When your pour, make sure the whole entire thing full
Sinful! Still shorty puttin the somethin on me
Brushin on me, whylin and feelin and touchin on me
Whatchu play fo'? (RRAH!) When I hop up in my two do'
Great sex and do it, say no mo' (RRAH!)
Make those, know nigga we got heat big
Block sheets and shit and stay up on the hot street though (RRAH!)
Get high shit (RRAH!) fly bitches runnin the flo'
Hollerin and screamin this my shit! (RRAH!)
Count that in the amounts that amount to the ceiling
I know you love the way we bounce back nigga
Gimme my ounce back nigga, Flipmode back in the spot
You can run and go announce that nigga, c'mon
Get your big ass on the floor
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
Aiy yo Swizz (It ain't over) we done created another epidemic for the streets nigga
Just when y'all thought it was safe to poke your head out again, let's go!!!
I know you thought we was finished, Flipmode bitch!!!
(G-Unit!!!) Yeah! Streetsweepers!!!
REMIX We Bout' Ta Do It Again!!! REMIX We Bout' Ta Do It Again!!! REMIX
Aiy yo just imagine if they cut the lights off in the club
(Get low Banks!) Who you know that got a flow this sick
Pump shorty nobody can hold his click
Them hoes eyeing' they probably on my dick
The chocolate would look good in my all white whip (TURN IT UP!!)
AND YOU KNOW I STAY WITH THE SKITS SO DON'T EVEN TRY
KISS YO' ASS BYE BYE YOU BE ALONE IN THE SKY
AND THE FIRST HUMAN BEING NOW TO LEARN HOW TO FLY
AND I BE LOW IN THE BM ON MY WAY OUT NY
(Get low Banks!) I know it feels like I been gone for a minute
But I'm back chinchilla Ice on with a fitted
Everybody talk money everybody gonna run
with that bowl of bread smaller than the arm of a midget
(TURN IT UP!!) AND YOU KNOW I'M DOIN MY THING IT'S BLUE IN THE RING
IF YOU HAD IT LIKE THIS YOU PROBABLY DO IT THE SAME
BUT YOU WON'T CAUSE YOU BROKE ALL YOU DO IS COMPLAIN
AFTER THE CLUB, I'M A PUT A FEW IN THE RANGE AND LET 'EM
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
Grrrrrrrrr
(Get low X) Anything it's took, it's gone be a breakdown
Come through like "hmmm, what I'm gon take now?"
Whatever the fuck I want, trust me dog
It gets ugly even when it comes to the hunt (TURN IT UP)
NIGGAZ LIKE TO STUNT, YOU WANNA TO FRONT
I'MA HIT YOU AND YOUR MAN
AND IMA HIT YOU WHERE YOU STAND (WHAT)
NIGGAZ AIN'T BUILT FOR NOTHIN BUT FRONTIN
COME THROUGH, FAGGOTS HIT THE SECURITY FRONTIN (Get Low X)
Get that do, What that do? How that do?
Fuck you faggot, I shot at you
And what? You and you mans butt, you in your man's truck
But your chance is up, not get up (TURN IT UP!!)
YOU KNOW HOW THAT SHIT GOES, LET THAT SHIT GO
AIN'T NOTHIN CHANGE, BEEN THE SAME FROM THE GETGO (WHAT)
GET UP OUT THAT WHIP YO, I AIN'T GON' TELL YOU AGAIN
FUCK IT, SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
Swizz is the monster, X is the beast
Fuckin' wit Bus, man everyday is a piece
Stay off the streets, tired of talkin' to y'all niggaz
I'ma stick a fork at y'all niggaz (TURN IT UP)
WHEN I HIT 'EM, MAN THAT CRUNK GON GET 'EM MAN
FUCKED UP HOW I DID 'EM MAN (WHAT)
AIN'T NO REMORSE BUT THE CHORUS, TRUTH IS
CAN I. D. THE BODY? NIGGA TOOTHLESS (Get low Mary!)
Maybe you can guess who it is (Uh huh)
Mary J. Blige about to handle my biz (Uh huh)
I'm on my grown woman still I rep for the kids
In every hood, and all my peoples doin a bid (TURN IT UP!!)
NOW YOU KNOW WHO'S REALLY THE QUEEN DELIVER THE MAIL
SEVEN HUNDRED THIRTY THOUSAND FIRST WEEK OF MY SALES
THE HATERS PLOT AND THEY WATCH LOOKIN ALL PALE
WHILE I'M ON A YACHT, OVERSEAS DOIN MY NAILS (Get low Mary!)
Well let me show you how we do (Ha!)
I gotta thank everyone for coppin The Breakthrough (Uh huh)
Bus did take one the remix is take two
You love the way we re inventin' how we just stay new (TURN IT UP!!)
HOW WE SELLIN OUT THE STADIUMS, ARENAS AND ALL (Ha!!!)
ONLY LOUIS AND GUCCI WE DON'T SHOP AT THE MALL (Huh!)
GOT YOU PARTYIN AND DANCIN AND HAVIN A BALL
AND YOUR LOVIN THE WAY WE REPPIN HOW WE DO IT FOR Y'ALL GO 'HEAD AND
"Touch it- bring it - babe - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
(oohhh) (Get Low Boy) Is it any women in here
Like it when I be spankin' them and pullin' they hair
Theirs a freak in your presence im just makin' it clear
Then you would all know if he wasen't nowhere (TURN IT UP!!)
GET YOUR HANDS UP IN THE AIR IF YOU READY TO GO
COME THROUGH YOUR CITY AND I MURDER THE SHOW
AND THE TRUTH WEIGHING THE PROBLEM IF YOU DIDN'T KNOW
GET UP RIGHT IN YA FACE AND HOLLA NE-YO
(Get Low Boy) Shorty what you wanna do
I ain't got time to deal with your attitude
This shit was designed to put you in the mood
tryna' do sumtin nasty with you and ya crew (TURN IT UP!!)
IM A FREAKY LIL' BROTHER WITH A WHOLE LOTTA LOOT
YA BOY WORKIN WIT SUMTIN AND IM KINDA CUTE
WATCH THE WAY I DO IT HOW I TURN IT OUT
GUARENTEED YOU'LL BE TRYNA PUT MY DICK IN YOUR MOUTH
"Touch it- bring it - babe - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
(Get low Papoose!) Papoose, Pa-poose, had to get on this club banger
Smack you in your mouth make you swallow your pulp razor
Pop a couple bottles laugh about it with Bus later
Bare witness I'm the young savior (TURN IT UP!!)
I GOT STATEN ISLAND ON MY PINKY QUEENS ON MY THUMB DUDE
THE BRONX ON MY MIDDLE FINGER SCREAMIN FUCK YOU
ROCK ICE IN MANHATTAN SO THERE'S THE RING FINGER
YOU KNOW I HAD TO KEEP BROOKLYN ON THE TRIGGER FINGER
(Get low Pap!) Five boroughs of death, you don't understand
I got New York City in the palm of my hand
Now I could make a tight fist and let it crumble ridiculous
Or I could smack the world with a New York Nemesis (TURN IT UP!!)
I FLIP THE MAG AND GET THE CLAPPIN IF IT HAPPENS RIP HIS JACKET
SPLIT HIS BACK AND LIFT HIS HEAD I'M GETTIN AT HIM (Ha!!)
PICK UP A DIFFERENT MAG AND THEN ATTACK HIM WHEN I GRAB HIM TRIGGERS BLASTIN
WITH A PASSION GET IT CRACKIN THE ASSASSIN, YOU LET 'EM
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
(Get low Digga!) See me rollin up in your hood {Uh huh}
These jokers screamin damn Rah still be lookin good {Yeah}
They do they little mack he askin me who I tapped
Ain't none of your concern you a G make it hap (TURN IT UP!!)
WHEN I GIVE A NIGGA SOME PLAY HE LOSIN HIS BRAIN (Uh)
ASKIN ME A BUNCH OF QUESTIONS ACTIN LIKE HE MY MAN
WANNA STRESS A BITCH OUT TELLIN ME I DID CHANGE
THEY SAYIN DAMN MY BAD IF YOU FELL FOR THE GAME
(Get low Digga!) Now he sittin there lookin stuck (Ha!)
He thinkin cause he spent a little dough I'm 'gon fuck
If money ain't a thang I'm sayin let a bitch know
Type to empty your account, how far you willin to go (TURN IT UP!!)
NOW HE HOPIN ON THE JET HE AIN'T WASTIN NO TIME
TOLD ME ALL EXPENSE PAID ANYPLACE I COULD FIND
HIT THE ISLANDS IN THE WINTER TRICKIN ALL ON HIS DIME
AIN'T A SHORTY IN THE WORLD PUSSY BETTER THAN MINE, THEY WANNA
"Touch it- bring it - babe - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
Bus this is serious man!!!!!!!! (Get low Missy!)
I'm jinglin baby, go 'head mami, don't I look charmin put your lips up on me {Woo!!!}
Kiss it touch it, good, yes I wish you would (TURN IT UP!!)
YOU LIKE TO SEE ME WHEN I DIP BABY DIP (Ha1)
DON'T IT LOOK LIKE I GOT BEYONCE'S HIPS
LOOKIN LIKE I COULD BE LIKE NIA LONG
BOY YOU SMOKIN THAT CHEECH AND CHONG
(Get low Missy!) Have you ever seen thickness in a thong {Come on!}
You can hit it like a game of ping pong
If you give me two shots of patrone
Nigga bring it on I might let you take me home (TURN IT UP!!)
NOW BUSTA BUS (BUS!!) MISDEMEANOR IN HERE
THIS YEAR BE CLEAR Y'ALL BE BEWARE
FAKE MC'S Y'ALL CAN'T COME NEAR
I'M TOXIC BABY LIKE I'M BRITNEY SPEARS
"Touch it- bring it - babe - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
(Get low Bus!) You see me you love me the streets declare me God of the hood
You niggaz is watchin and wishin you could
Be claimin the throne the way I got it lock it mu'fuckers
What's good you tryin to stop it I'm wishin you would (TURN IT UP!!)
CAUSE THEM I'M GLAD TO HIT YOU WITH THE FACT THAT THE GOD IS IMMORTAL AS SPIT
THE WAY I BE DOIN HISTORICAL SHIT
INCASE YOU AND YOUR NIGGAS ACT LIKE YOU AINT KNOW WHEN I'M INFORMIN YOUR CLICK
I TAKE YOUR BITCH WHILE I'M PERFOMIN MY SHIT
(Get low Bus!) As I was sayin niggaz know I ain't playin
There's no more delayin I'm comin and slayin
The street with the heat now turn up the beat until you go deaf
I eat a nigga food until nothin left (TURN IT UP!!)
NOW THE WAY I'M KILLIN AT THIS MASS LIKE I'M DOIN THE BOOKER T
RESPECT IT YOU BETTER GET THE SALUTIN ME WHEN YOU SEE ME
LLOYD BANKS, PAPOOSE AND BUSTA BUS YEAH I'M GREEDY
I PAINT THE ILLEST PICTURE FOR THE HOOD LIKE I DO GRAFFITI SO
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