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CHORUS
Ya don't stop To my people in the front Ya don't stop To my people in the rear Say what Throw your hands in the air Ya don't stop To my people on the left Ya don't stop To my people on the right Ya don't stop To my people everywhere Say what Throw your hands in the air Ya don't stop To my people in New York Ya don't stop To my people down south Ya don't stop To my people out west Say what Throw your hands in the air To my hip hop niggas Ya don't stop To my niggas in the street Ya don't stop To my niggas gettin money Say what Throw your hands in the air Ya don't stop [Spliff Star] Uh, straight off the bat My squad is known across the map When y'all niggas show love then we show you love back Y'all niggas want beef Fuck it take it to the streets Y'all niggas gon chill Then we sit down and we build My squad finally here Unit of the year We settin up shop and we aint going nowhere We want it all Even if we gotta brawl for it We want it all Even if you gotta fall for it We stage wreckers Fifty-two car deckers Reppin to the world till the law come and get us You jealous fellas I'm puttin holes in vendettas Twist your body With two shells from a shottie POW! [Baby Sham] Niggas wanna get me touched (Naw they cant touch you) Shinin and flossin too much (Naw they can't cross you) Light on my toes Left him ten feet Part from his heat Play it softly The truth speaks through this poetry For me to call shot Cock block my life Add a little spice Devil eyes snake rise on dice Have your fam call christ Flipmode battle for mics All my shit be high priced I'm slashing dikes Feel me Liftin thugs out they crease it's quickly Shift two keys in two weeks And gross forty g's Report me And live shortly Slouch cat livin off calibil breeze You wanna get involved Better grip on tight Take the next flight We got it locked on the next bike [Rampage] Check it out I got the eye of a tiger That's plan to go higher My squad is on fire And till death do us If the label wanna sue us Yo I'm taking the reels I'm the man with the gat that be ready to peel I'm the one next to Spliff when it's time to ill I'ma show by astro red cross and blue shields Watch us make a move Catch us on smokin groove Rules house of blues MTV News On the bus with my Flipmode loco (loco) Takin flicks Hittin chicks by the dozen (dozen) Keep a shot runnin Now I'm on a journey It take you twenty light years to burn me (burn me) If you want beef call my attorney All that other wack shit don't concern me I'm being felt I got a title under my belt I'm out to get the wealth I'm bout my squad and myself CHORUS [Rah Digga] Uhh Comin correct for all my Flipmode brothers Stats ratin higher then that of single mothers Peace to my Outz clique Bitches that I bounce with Everybody else get the gas like Auschwitz Like, flows for real like a rap bitch should Type takin niggas out like they packaged goods Rappers wanna contest They buggin Straight up and down we run the underground like H. Tubman What, I'm the bomb bitch nigga RAH D-I-G got Rah God be my Witness Long as I walk this globe I be spittin more verses than the Book of Job [Busta Rhymes] Why are you ignoring us Running into hiding and avoiding us Niggas on the low be recording us My rhyme flow remain poisonous Thus Yo your shit sound wack still annoying us We alive nigga aint no destroying us You better off if you come join with us Perpendicular Or analyzing my whole molecular In particular Roll with my squad or go singular I aint into bitches who fuck animals like caligula More hot shit so get your water sprinkler Fire extinguisher Rhyme prime minister C'MON! Never mistake me for nobody else Another blast make you shit on yourself I hope all y'all know that I always master the art Rip you apart Put your hand on my heart Flipmode number one on the charts Solo or collective My perspective the objective Is to win All praises due to my squad one in the same Cherish every blessing I have to make y'all witness my name Burn another calorie Come inside my galaxy Put your money where your mouth is double your salary Hey dude you know we stay rude high on a aquelude Bust your shit bouncin in a Honda Prelude Let's G off Nigga ease off I make you breeze off Brickfull make you rip your jeans off CHORUS |
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-Rampage intro talk-
Yeah, niggas want to talk shit.. in the muthafucking room I got something for your motherfucking ass...check it out -Rampage Verse- Rampage im coming express through your chest In the Lex-GS, stop talking BS My watch is still flooded 850 for the budget Im Rugged, cats get gutted, rhyme then stab Send their rusty ass friend to the lab You's a crab, I take mines off the top like Fab Hit you with a jab for the 98 Number one in billboard with the triangle shape Flipmode on every mix tape, watch you cats get scrape Rampage Alexander the great -1st Rampage chorus- WHAT better run for cover for its too late WHAT You know we got it locked way out of state WHAT -Rah Digga Verse- Now whose the chick to come ice the cake Put it through everybody on my licence plate (Aight) Ripping Mc's then got a rap chick fiending (fiending) Celine type creaming (creaming) Make them rappers poof like them crackers did Keenen Meaning I run that, Waiting on mine like im the LL comeback Wack rappers crawled out from holes Now you souped cuz you slithered up the todem pole Flipmode Squad affiliate of of time-warner Send all you punks back to decorate the corner -Second Rampage chorus- Better run for cover for its too late WHAT You know we got it locked way out of state WHAT -Spliff Star- Now Baby Sham take the safety off hold -Baby Sham verse- There's alot of fake cats that jump in their mans Rolls Come to my show with these fake wallos Turqoise hid invoiced with plans to blow See me backstage with the gauge upholds my pantsleg Hand made suits contracts is in the briefcase Life Negotiate so when I split these pies Im sexing your dime Flow for Flow batteling rhymes Talking some crime Now I gotta split your time (what what) Get your shit pushed back like these seats recline (yeah) -Repeat second Rampage chorus- -Spliff Star verse- Sliff Star throw on my scully tipping my brim (uh huh) Stand on the Street corner scuffing up my Timbs Take off my jacket Pack the four fith cause a racket (thats right) Freaky fella Jimmy swaggert (wha) Kill a sucka Brothers had it (ha) Contradiction Crucifiction False Leadership Richard Nixon Bouncing and switching the lanes all up in the Range Heres a fifty for twenty dollars of gas gimme my change! -Repeat Second Rampage chorus 2x- -Lord Have Mercy verse- Hey its the worlds famous international Sinner irational (ha) Nigga who dance with wolves (*wolf howl*) Masterful bash skulls Crack axles peel out in black fords (*tire screech*) Splatter brains on dashports Start anthrax wars See's cast like task force die on a cross (ha) July 4th blow your hands off (Blaaoow!) Special delivery Jam cause with ghetto misery when im killabrese of canine Last name heard it through the grapevine Killing your blood millineum bug United States divide with hate crimes Roll snake eyes In the concrete jungle of hell While Lord Have stays Super like the son of Jor-el -Rampage Chorus changed order- WHAT You know we got it locked way out of state WHAT Better Run for cover for its too late WHAT you know we got it locked way out of state WHAT -Busta Rhymes verse- I be the last nigga The quick to bust your ass niggas Do anything in this world to get the cash niggas I might even get mad and even slash niggas Rob them and get away in a car and crash niggas Whats the world gonna do when I drop the smash nigga Iron all in your face dont make me pull the trigga Another reason for me to have to poor my own swigga Thought I was posing for word up but a fed took my picture Surgeon general I represent the underneath The ask for shit beef The worlds greatest fucking thief Brick layer hardcore smash your front teeth Wilding it straight giving their mother mad grief Rob a nigga strip him down leave him in his briefs Do so much dirt the priest asked me to turn another leaf Made the priest flip change his whole belief Started wildin in the club with them niggas starting beef Act fool |
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(Busta Rhymes)
Catching my fever Rob the passanger, the last griever You don't lone my squad? Fuck ya'll, we don't love your ass neither Way off the meter (Rampage) Yo Bus, me and Spliff, we got heaters Everything's allright, lets get drink up inside of Cheetah's Go up in Cheetah's... (Spliff Star) ... and see this motherfucker named Peter Tried to stick me for five bricks but his broads the schemer (Rah Digga) Word is bond, I murder any bitch that fuck with my niggas (Rampage) Blow a hole up in your body, straight dismantle your figure (Busta Rhymes) A'yo where Rah Digga? (Rah Digga) Scopin out the little blaze chicken Bitch stay trickin' Fuckin with my niggas, gonna get her face kicked in (Busta Rhymes) A'yo Spliff, what you starting at? Them bitches over there Or them bitches over there Or them bitches right here? (Spliff Star) Nah, that nigga on line Motherfucker still drunk off'a Bacardi and lime (Baby Sham) Spliff, I feel this way If it's for my squad, let's play Back him 'gainst the door Patch his body with gauze Mop up the floors Splatter nigga's blood on the walls (Spliff Star) Bust that nigga's shit Make the nigga suffer for yours Busta: And if they run up in your crib again I got your back Sham: Always keep the heat on me son I got your back Ramp: I'ma hold you down until I die I got your back Digga: And if you ever need stacks, yo I got your back Spliff: If I kill him and get knocked I got your back Busta: And if your bail is a hundred G's I got your back Ramp: Any nigga try to set you up I got your back Spliff: Yo let me set this shit off first, what!? I got your back (Spliff Star) Fuck waiting Bash his face for a statement Cock the stainless Make his whole chest cave in (Busta Rhymes) Ooh, shit is changing My whole adreneline is racing Blow this nigga shit like horror flicks Wes Craven (Baby Sham) A'yo Bus, Spliff, chill (Fuck you talkin' bout?) Don't do that nigga nothing (fuck that!) Blow that nigga's family up just for fronting (Spliff Star) Yo where the bitch that was with the nigga? (Rah Digga) Caught her with the left Choked her by the halter, bitch bloody to death Then the ho starts crying 'bout her hair and nails Gettin' stomped with the shells... (Rampage) ...I heard the bitch-nigga yell Caught Peter, man, by the speaker Looked me in the eye and didn't even know I was his brother's keeper Slap the nigga, through him in the sleeper (Spliff Star) Deeper and deeper Nigga's vision start to black out, straight Grim Reaper Still lookin for that nigga Peter (Baby Sham) Chill, let's bounce Spliff is high on 'bout a half an ounce If he's hiding, we gon' find him on the eye of a needle (Rah Digga) Yeah that's the shit I'm talking bout Let's go fuck with his peoples Nigga got a sister? (Busta Rhymes) Yeah, she work up in Kids World I don't know for sure, but I think the nigga live with is girl (Spliff Star) There the nigga goes, let's hit him with the 4-5 chrome (Baby Sham) Chill Spliff, we gon' trail this nigga's bitch ass home Rush the crib (Rah Digga) Kill the bitch while she ain't even looking Still all fucked up from the last ass-whuppin Chop the bitch up (Baby Sham) Caught up in this foul mix-up Tore wide open, bitch'll need a major stitch-up Dig a ditch up where no blood-hound'll sniff up (Busta Rhymes) Yo, bury that bitch, don't leave a scent for dogs to pick up (Rampage) Oh shit, yo I hear somebody coming >From the upstairs bathroom where I hear the water running (Spliff Star) Fuck that! There the motherfucker go right there I want a morgue for him, make that nigga's crew pall-bear Yo let me lift him (Rah Digga) Wait, before that, let me go kiss him (Spliff Star) Put five in his head and wrap him in the bedspread Fled from the scenery without nobody seeing me (Busta Rhymes) My squad sworn to secrecy If anybody ask about him we ain't seen him recently I got your back Busta: Any nigga ever try to front I got your back Sham: And if you ever need my burner son I got your back Ramp: A'yo I hit you with my last, god I got your back Digga: Any bitch step outta place I got your back Spliff: And if I gotta co-defend you I got your back Busta: Let me snuff that nigga talking shit I got your back Shame: I go against the world for my squad I got your back I got your back (4x) |
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Ayo Rah who dat nigga?
Rah Digga , Rampage Yo man The word on the street is Flipmode has arisen True , aight There's alotta player haters that's tryin na playa hate y'all Fuck outta here , word up Do you have something to say Rah Digga? Motherfucking right , ayo Rah yo Rah yo Rah Bitches write her own rhymes what niggas aint fucking wit us Rah , yo check it Rah Cool like (Rah Digga) What Talked about who rips it right Always keep a crowd goin like a schoolyard fight Always hold it down lovely when it's time to bulid Been doin musical chairs like Levert, Sweat, and Gill Who doubt me niggas on the internet shout me Playin me close or leave your bitter house stout b Pullin chips if it's a bet you want I'll demolish you and your fuckin debutom boy Talkin bout she rap now y'all niggas is sick I'll be milky like ways or milky like wick or Whatever type phrase rappers choose to model I'll take it right from you then have my peoples rob you Flunky , all the stations gon pump me Street shit I show another face like humpty Niggas , that's my word is bon We gon hit you with the heat like you motherfucking Spawn CHORUS: Rampage and Rah Digga This is what happens When you fuck with my clique This is what happens When you bitin niggas shit This is what happens When you can't make a hit This is what happens , this is what happens , this is what happens When you fuckin wit my crew This is what happens What a nigga 'posed to do This is what happens We got street shit to This is what happens , this is what happens (Rampage) Nowadays MC's get kicked to the curb (curb) Rampage I'ma spark y'all that's my word Me and Digga we in the game that's superb (perb) Gettin all the money and plaques on reserve (uh) When I'm in Y.O. with Swizz and the Ruff Ryders (or) I'm chillin in the Bricks with Zee and the Outsidaz (sidaz) All you other cliques be frontin y'all dick riders (riders) You damn right I got the whole enchiladas (ladas) Drinkin iced teas plus , pina coladas (ladas) My Flipmode niggas we be the Brooklyn Globetrotters (trotters) Now I'm seein chips like Erica Strata Yo my favorite rap album was Tribe, Midnight Marauders (uh) I'm takin you back like Afrikaa Bambattaa I'm hittin you , hittin you with the force (force) Catch me in the VIBE , Rap City , or The Source Source , source , source Motherfucker CHORUS (Rampage) Rampage , I'm the biggest thing in life (life) Don Juan , shut down your pentagon (gon) Watch me get the millions , with my Flipmode affilions Like Vodka , fuck up your liver watch I deliver (liver) Your body decompose in the river Pass through like cold breeze feel your body shiver (shiver) Microphone killer, finga on the trigga , Ramp to Rah Digga (Rah Digga) Digga Gotta stay focused can't lose the drive Help my moms and my pops quit they nine to five Get it now for the c case I don't survive That's why (that's why) that's why (that's why) I'ma take all the crap that be in this game And don't think I'm a bitch or succumb to fame If I'm puffin on lah don't remember your name That's why (that's why) that's why (that's why) CHORUS This is what happens Yeah it's gon happen , its gon happen (y'know what I'm sayin) Rah Digga , Rah Digga Rampage the lieutenant , what DJ Scratch , Scratch baby , forever Huh , spliff a spliff huh they can't touch us Flipmode Squad can't touch us We comin for your ass , comin for your ass Yeah |
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-Busta Rhymes verse-
Flipmode word bond Flipmode coming word bond Flipmode here word bond Feel no fear word bond Uh-uh-uh uh-uh uh-uh-uh uh-uh 1998 Hot shit Hitting you off baby you do it like this Yo Crazy maybey a nigga look shadey Admire the nigga and let me shine baby Shine my nickel 380 yo its all gravy Never play me, follow orders you better obey me Sisco and dance all in the discos Crib show with alot of bitches from here to Frisco Yah-yay my nigga or yippe yai yo Met a spanish chick I think her name is santiago The way she blow I never been blowed before Beyond a level where I could'nt take it no more Put it on shorty then I bounce through the backdoor She said hold on baby come here blaze it on the floor Now I finish with that Nigga give me my trap Staking whole lot of money get me before I finish my rap Think your shit dont stink Drunk crossed eyed nigga Walk crooked still spilling your drink Jam on! -Busta Rhymes chorus- Everybody's on the line outside Make you feel good make you come for the ride Going do it to my people till your're satisfied Cant do it like this no matter how much you try I know you want to wild out come inside >From the left to the right lets coincide All night Flipmode coming open wide Wave your hand up in the air until your hands get tired -Rampage verse- Now im on charge The party's going down at the club mirage Rampage im still large Coming in the door with my Flipmode Squad VIP pass flex on the blast Honey's in the corner yo I got to think fast Play my game right if I want some ass If I want to spend some cash, moet all night Dont look at me wrong man your pokets aint tight I got a Rolly that'll shine all night This is that jam that make you ballers want to fight And all you pretty ladies just wild for the night Put your bottles in the air from your left to your right Its Rampage you can call me legendary I drink alize with a little cranberry I clear my throat Got the flyest mink coat I told you before yo im going for broke Gebose -Repeat Chorus- -Lord Have Mercy verse- Rotate the club Locate the Love Pulsate with the squeeze ass Double G cans fatigue shafts Out your league math Jeeps crash dent like bean bags New york city rub squishy touch and theme tags Not a dollar to loose Man let me hollar at you Never head wobble with fool Tomorrow was cruel to flock on the moon La La bye messaging your crew Travel at high speeds No ID God on the move Pardon me duke Nationwide thick base collide The gritty groove, smash fifty-two And levitate your side Who want it? Your back weak running like athletes Get on it Huh blaze the streets with no warning Andale Andale my people move for the montary Jack cheese collapse streets now put the john away Put the john away, put the john away -Repeat chorus 2x- -Busta Rhymes- Yeah Flipmode raw deluxe hot shit 1998 1999 year 2000 Say what Lord Have Mercy Say what Rampage the last nigga Say what Busta Rhymes the lyrical Say what say what say what |
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(Busta Rhymes)(Chorus)
Comin in the dance last night(uh hum) Busta boy fear last night(uh oh) Me couldn't find me nine(um hum) So me go, pull out me knife(so me say) (repeat 2'x) (Spilff Star) A lot of brothers don't like me Screw me when the site me Pop a lot of shit, but they scared to death to fight me See me on the stage wit Bust on some rap shit They see me in the club wit Bust on some lap shit Befrore this rap shit, it was the corner crack shit But now i'm on the world on some autograph shit Spliff-a-Spliff drop the 4 5th round the waiste So if you want war, let me deal with the case Ain't nothin to it, brother i got the heart to do it Blast in, cover the sidewalk wit ya fluid Ya niggas stupid, ya got brains, brother use it Ain't nithin gonna stop my black ass, from gettin cash On the real, that's how deeply i feel A born again hooligan, hungry for this meal Got the iced- out platinum rings that you wanna steal Come get it, watch ya whole shit get wetted Street colonel cat, got enough cats to set it So if you ain't doin shit , ya niggas need to dead it Watchin my money, it cost bullets in ya tummy It's all ral here, there ain't no fear here You mess around here, you catch ya death here I mean it, you could front, but you believe it Nigga guard your life before i turn around and steal it Look into my eyes and analyze what you deal wit If I can't find you, I take it out on who you be wit Type of bitch nigga i would never smoke a tree wit (Busta Rhymes)(Chorus) repeat 2's (Busta Rhymes) Nowadays we blow like smoke out the exhaust Contamenatin smoke still makin me cough I mean we bout to turn this wak shit off Wak niggas is sick wit the flu sippin chicken broth Now here's another winnin ripoff Gettin money, eatin fine cuisine like buttered shrimp and rice pilaf Stay heavily armed, Alakun Salom Watch you bitch ass suffer til you got to beg for ya moms Now turn the truck on, get ya fuck on, got you stuck on Stupid right between yo legs, get yo suck on drink bottles, treat niggas like Gus D'Amoto Eat avacado, soon to go purchase a white Diablo Niggas know my motto, lets get money, Macho Camacho Applaud another rapper, lets go collect the nacho Oh shit, hope you don't slip, another murder commit The episode comin on Teen Summit Little corny nigga talk too quick, think he slick Throwin a brick, yappin off, lyin on his dick Too late, you'll be the type o' nigga that I love to hate Brutally bust ya shit like a nigga turned primate Time of the year, feel great, clean slate Throw a nickle plate, property shoppin to but a landscape How they say street niggas 'ill never have Now we possess the 5S wit the cherry red Nav Doin things like signin graffiti on autograph Gettin so much money staff calculate the math Laugh you know the half, eyin in the stash Mediatin watch the wind blow the blunt ash You had a blast , now how long you gonna last Ice grillin for nothing, you make yoself ass Brace yoself one more time, know what i mean dun Violate cross the foul line, it be yo last one (Chorus til end) |
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Intro: Busta Rhymes
Yeah , see , see , nowadays , young niggas get alot of money See the fact is that young niggas is self employed now We livin in a time frame where it's all big business We gotta understand that the young niggas is runnin big business This is how we gon do it , check it out (Busta Rhymes) Before I sing another song (ha) Nigga owe me money I take away your belonging (ha) No prolonging (hoo) Till you give me my money you see me every mornin (ha) Got somethin wicked for all the niggas you callin (ha) Fuck with the stallin (ha) Split a nigga till his shit leave him a little boy (hoo) Watch a nigga crawlin (ha) Pay my money or you better keep you hall in (ha) Dig up on my get money niggas so keep fallin (ha) Cheers makin you happy keepin your bubble pourin (ha) Gettin money on corners or even if you tourin (hoo) Older cats used to do the big money scorin Now they once upon time money niggas who start fallin (hoo) CHORUS: Busta Rhymes Niggas wanna analyze my money like a hawk Money talks , bullshit won't Alotta jealous niggas wanna see me outlined in chalk Money talks , bullshit won't Flipmode get money stay holdin down the fort Money talks , bullshit won't Bless every livin soul we got playin the money sport Money talks , bullshit won't (Rampage) I work so hard to get what I got , number one spot Now I'm hot hot hot (what what) I'm hot hot hot (what what) I'm hot hot hot , yeah Mansion and a yacht , baby blue Nav in the lot Ice on my hands , I got future plans , travelin to distant lands A hundred G cash , money comin out my ass , first to first class Now I'm a rap nigga livin like fast Keep my enemies close , watch what I gross That's why I pack my toast , nowadays cats adios , uno , dos Yoy fall off and you can't come back You get the hit single , your album sound wack I give you the leeway , you sound like us , rock like us Squad like us , yeah CHORUS (Rah Digga) Niggas killin me , talkin that hope you don't change shit Hell yeah bitch , from the door I get on some mad gear shit Type vibe carry studs in my ear shit Who the fuck type yellin , say crud sellin Ain't said hi in years think I'ma pay they bail and The 9-8 people get this right I be a diamond in the rough like the Arabian Night Goin after ends , only keepin friends Makin they own moves , drivin they own Benz I'm supposed to change you just didn't Stuck in low income homes blamin Clinton Bitch like me , gon rock till my last batch of breath With a grade full of ASCAP checks CHORUS Corporate niggas want my money gotta take me to court(addition) (Spliff Star) Yo Spliff doin things , pursuin things , I'm gettin money Chop the hand off the man who try to take from me My guns go POW from Brook to Moscow Tear a hole in your biddad for messin wit my triddad Stack ones into lump sums you know the motto See me on your block with Black Rob throwin bottles I'ma a hard act to follow , love girls that swallow So crazy I don't know where I'ma be at tomorrow Yeah , I heard that money talks so I wrote this commentary Every move that I make for sure is monetary Our squad legendary , I'ma bump it till you hear me Spliff doin love scenes on big screens with Halle Berry Outro: Busta Rhymes Ahee hee hee hee hee See , it's a serious serious serious thing now Big business , allows young niggas , to comfortably eat Every motherfucking day now , ahee hee hee hee , aight Struggle process is now kept to a minimum , ahee hee hee Yeah , I think I'm about to go buy me a couple of motherfucking sneakers , a couple bags of weed , a motherfucking 500S98CL version And a couple of bitches , ah ha ha ha ha ha |
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(Intro / Spliff Star):
Hah... Rah Digga... Spliff Star... Flipmode... In ya face nigga... You wanna battle nigga... (Spliff Star): Yo, Yo, Yo! It's my time to shine and I'm a shine bright Sodomize the mic Get the crowd hype Make 'em want to fight You see the rhymes I construct The flows I conduct It fucked up the party like somebody got bucked Nigga word! I lays it down flat like a door mat Get head in every state wherever I toured at Spliff ah spliff Duh-ty nigga what the undisputed Counting traps Taking trip out the cacilac Smokin' quan-quan Doggie style chicks in the Montreaon Cracking many bar Fuck it Nigga grab an Averon Me Spliff, be the fucking tailor of my fashion Fuck what niggas think Watch a nigga turn platinum (Chorus / Busta Rhymes): Ya'll niggas wanna get down Ya niggas wanna battle Eh, what ya'll wannna do Let's cha cha cha cha cha Ya'll niggas wanna get down Ya niggas wanna battle Just what ya'll wannna do Let's cha cha cha cha cha Ya'll niggas wanna get down Let's cha cha cha cha cha Ya niggas wanna battle Let's cha cha cha cha cha Eh what Ya'll wannna do Let's cha cha cha cha cha Cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha (Rah Digga): Digga, Digga First name Rahshea Sweetest person had no idea Just like that honey flipped three times With nickles and dime staking rhymes by the eon Situation around the way with my women Looking spiffy wit the vendi type linen Totin' herbals We got papers like staples Marla Marples Didn't think I could take you Confrontation now niggas wanna run up Trying to flex muscle on a bitch tring to come up Rhymes hotter than concrete statues in Eygpt Roll they ass out like they parapilegic Boy! I got shit for the brain You faker than them new heads calling me by my nickname I shatter an ego quick I be that chick The wrong niggas gonna be round to see that shit (Chorus / Busta Rhymes): Ya'll niggas wanna get down Ya niggas wanna battle Eh, what ya'll wannna do Let's cha cha cha cha cha Ya'll niggas wanna get down Ya niggas wanna battle Eh, what ya'll wannna do Let's cha cha cha cha cha Ya'll niggas wanna get down Let's cha cha cha cha cha Ya niggas wanna battle Let's cha cha cha cha cha Eh, what Ya'll wannna do Let's cha cha cha cha cha Cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha (Baby Sham): Get the royal blue nab and swing my way On some real party shit if you hold your way I can hold mine You wanna battle blow some lines Rocks gleam on the top of my wrist You want this Be the same dude that hop on the pubic splits You can't hold this You jealous cause ya shorty want this Dig her back out in front of my crib Her man staked out On the rare the cloud sh...shut your mouth What you chap 'bout, the same shit Been on for chris The style got you twist up Walk wit face ice grilled up Some cat pulled up in a black surburb Let me move first so I can park my shit on the curb Ya moves slow get bashed in from Q.B. to Aspen I'm short for reason You spoke and should have passed that Don't ask my age cause the world made me like that Blast a hole in ya face soon as my nine cock back (Chorus / Busta Rhymes): Ya'll niggas wanna get down Ya niggas wanna battle Eh, what ya'll wannna do Let's cha cha cha cha cha Ya'll niggas wanna get down Ya niggas wanna battle Let's, what ya'll wannna do Na cha cha cha cha cha Ya'll niggas wanna get down Let's cha cha cha cha cha Ya niggas wanna battle Let's cha cha cha cha cha Eh, what Ya'll wannna do Let's cha cha cha cha cha Cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha (Outro / Busta Rhymes): Yeah... Rah Digga... Sliff Star... Baby Sham... Flipmode Squad nigga... Fuck is the deal... '98 shit... '99 shit... 2000 shit... 2001 shit... 2002 shit... Eternal shit motherfucker... Stay tuned... |
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(Rampage)
Yeah, Lieutenant what! Yeah, motherfucka It's Flipmode Yeah yeah, spliff, check it out, uh (Rampage) Ramp, I've been ill since back in the days Rockin' shell-toed Addidas with rags for my waves Flipmode be the unit now I'm playin' for the Braves I'm hardcore nigga that's straight from the gutter I used to play scully plus, hot peas and butta Now I'm the nigga that's runnin' in your baby motha Burgundy Ac, you can call me Ramp Lova And now I'm toppin' pokey with my Louisville slugger (Baby Sham) My Squad is sick niggas who pop shit get pistol whipped Get your wig pushed back, I react and snap Like Kodak, these cats get the picture Put on level black suede Timbs and come and get ya My target is your feature we all sport hoods like grim reapers We shine in the dark blink of an eye the last spark Get closed up, first thug nigga hold up 21st side see me rounding it up Chorus: Busta Rhymes See when we come through we got nuf shit to flaunt Got u feelin' it and your cousin even your aunt violate, we coming like ghost we gonna haunt Hit you with the heat is that what you really want? What you really want is that what you really want? We hit you with the heat is that what you really want? What you really want is that what you really want? we hit you with the heat is that what you really want? (Spliff Star) Y'all niggas wanna test my squad, I doubt it doubt it All that murder talk, gun talk, you talk, I'm 'bout it 'bout it Nigga feel my vibe niggas see my vision P-Y-P nigga play your position I fuck up this game and make the ref' blow the whistle My squad be the official, clique in this rap shit Diss me on the record and watch, you get your ass kicked Catch me on Church Ave, flickin blunt ashes (Rah Digga) Crazy, thinkin I can't rock buttas Wont take shit without no type floders Hectic, Rah on the ill dialect shit Deliveries harder then girls in obstectrics Ready to stay on Smoother then rayon Takin' out niggas and all they liaisons Mu'fuckas, black out season Publishing resume steady increasing Chorus (Lord Have Mercy) Shanghai, Shanghai New sheriff in town Rock America's crown and hang 'em high Who bangin' a fist full? Brandishing pistols Pearl handles with the, family initials Uh-uh, 24 karat gold variuos slow Uh-uh, planet gets cold, get damaged for dough Uh-uh!, Savages off balance and blow traveling slow Uh-uh!, in effect mode, y'all niggas know it (Busta Rhymes) Sayonara, send my rivals, slam a guy, Be damned if I Had to tell one, tell a lie, get paralyzed Stay payed, rock shit made in ultra suede Switch blade yo wack act back to first grade Even if y'all never seen us you know y'all need us Suck my penis from here to muthafucking venus Think back when you was amazed and had to sit back Imagining me ending your world like Deep Impact Blood clot, watch me come through and bust a gunshot Yeah people, come inside of your dance and done that Chorus 2x (Busta Rhymes) Fuckin' y'all up Flipmode forever Stays focused Pay Attention Pay Attention...*fades to phone interlude* |
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Hey Yo!
Yo Sham! Yo SHAM!!! -Yo,yo,yo! come here nigga, wassup man? -whats the deal, son? How you doin man? -Chillin man What you fuckin with that cat over there for? -He is my nigga, son. Nahah, don't fuck around with that nigga, yo. -What you sayin,god? I know that nigga-- -what? I gotta hold it down for my homes, son Lemme talk to ya for a second,man, c'mere, c'mere I been through bullshit, forced to pull shit at the enemy if I did it homes, it was the end of me back in the days, I'ma say like around your age -what makes you figure that? yo, I used to move the same ways carying guns, sell a nickle chums to bums run away from home, running through the streets with a chrome -nigga, fuck that, you see I'm livin on my own -my life is based on the same place and the same zone -thugs call me the Don, but never feel my calm -at the same time you know it's hard for me to stay on yeah I'm feelin ya, but at I gotta keep it real with ya only when you got dough, niggas wanna be with ya they feel ya out, find out about your whereabouts best friends turn enemies, plotting to take you out -but it's all good, becuz they show me love in tha hood -I got this shit locked,don't worry bout it. lemme cross ya out Chorus: Hey yo, I walk by myself,I die by myself cuz ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self I do for my self,make moves for my self cuz ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self I walk by myself,I die by myself cuz ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self I do for my self,make moves for my self cuz ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self Verse 2: You see them cats that you run with, they allways in some dumb shit I'm tellin you right now, them cats shouldn't fuck with -Now who the fuck is you? To tell me what to do? -tryin to start some real shit, tryin to make me flip on my crew Go ahead and play hardass! live your life fast tryin to warn you, seem like these streets got you gassed -I got a problem right now, and I can't maintain -I got some big time cat tryin ta split my fame -yo, you see me in the street and wanna scream my name -with some caked up voice, yo I made my chioce -Tim and his boys foul plans was to leave me moised -so I stood up,prayin to God that this ain't my last luck -yo they got me judged, call tha blue cross cops ran up *FREEZE!!!* -say please don't move too much, I think my man sat me up -on a fact(?) shining to much Left you wet up,same muthafuckas used to friend up got you hospitalized, look how you end up hooked up to a respirator, body all bent up your moms callin me at my home,cryin on the phone why the fuck you didn't listen? wouldn't be in this position you still breathing, a chance to change the way you living -no more claiming the streets, I got a daughter to raise -if i would've listened to you, I would never have got blaised -now I'm fucked up,laying in this bed cramped up -needles in my arm, thinkin how these cats play tough -real thoughts in my head,oh how I showed 'em love -fuck it, from now on gotta keep my shit real calm -plans to move up outta there, and grab my family to be gone Chorus *Chorus playin in the background while they talks* Yo...Sham? -yo.. wake up nigga how you doing man, -fucked up right now, son didn't you see I saw you earlier on the day,kicked it to ya man the streets ain't no muthafuckin joke, nigga -yo, son , see what they did to my fuckin leg, son? I'm tired of that bullshit, i'm sorry-- -can't even lift my shit no more. got holes up in this shit, you holy now? you believe in tha lord now, don't ya, muthafucka? -yeah... when you get outta this bitch, you better know how to walk the path muthafucka. -you grabbin me to get up outta here? there's lot of things you can do in the world, you're to young for this bullshit you hear me? -I know -definitely when you get better you come out, make your mama proud, make yourself proud, you keep ya head up, nigga -definitely you understand? -I understand what the fuck, nigga, at the end of the day you's a man. Act like one -definitely |
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Intro: Busta Rhymes
Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh Everything , everything , everything, everything , everything Everything , everything , everything , everything , everything Everything , everything , Flipmode Squad is everything , everything Everything (Spliff Star) I handle weed steamers , niggas who push bench to beamers Trigga finga happy niggas street corner heaters Try to get a rap game crack game whatever I gotta make it even if I gotta take it forcefully Life is a bitch yo I love her but she's costing me Fly nigga head who thought about double crossing me Spliff Star , the dutch hits , one of the hungriest Backed by Donald Johns and that's where my money is (Rampage) I told y'all six weeks rich don't forget Another smash hit from my squad don't forget It's Rampage yo y'all really want doubts I'm the one that flipped your broad and make her freak out And call her girlfriend then eat her ass out I'm the black Caesar people been talking about Imperial , I got the platinum material I got time to verbalize the crew that eat your cereal CHORUS 2X: Busta Rhymes We gon give y'all niggas everything that you want We gon give y'all niggas everything that you need We gon give y'all niggas everything that you aint got We gon give y'all niggas hot shit to blow the spot (Rah Digga) Imperial chick represent broads yonder Sing , rap , act or be a host like Ananda Type spoken true zonin out in the vocal booth How I do that? Found new raps with tight blonde streaks in the middle Or die blue black Q grill write the ill make you raise your brow And still be the illest mad years from now All the way hell out (Baby Sham) Ayo the realness , start from back in the days In QB , when niggas had they grimy ways Up in the street when thugs had to hold they heat but never me I slipped them off they own two feet If you don't know I think you besta keep your flow I'm the type of cat that'll just split your fro And leave a big part you don't really want it to start Catch you on a sunny day in front your crib double park CHORUS 2X (Busta Rhymes) What! Panic and schizophrenic, sylvy-atlantic Wrap up your face in ceramic , goddamit we controllin the planet Ask Mary , the way my shit vary the shit is scary Havin you movin Larry hopin my niggas hear me Timin the rhyme , flossin canary diamond me and my niggas Forever shinin y'all niggas been noble like a TV show Simon and Simon Chip in a million christenin you listenin Now I own the pot I'm pissin in (RD)I be wetter than mystic gellin off me cuz you unrealistic (RAM)I eat y'all niggas like a box of frozen fishsticks (BS)Shortest nigga in my clique to hit y'all with the biggest dick (SS)Oooh what y'all niggas want kidnap em wit a gun throw you in the Car trunk (BR)Sucker think he can whoop me nigga whole style chump (RD)Tightest new releases (RAM)Pocket size increases (SS)Jesus , Flipmode blow the spot to pieces CHORUS |
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