Busta Rhymes

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
Enjoy the album

"We just sparkle now"
"Yeah, We just sparkle now"
"We just gon' sparkle now"
"All niggas, yeah, we gon' sparkle now"
"Yeah, we gon' shiiine aaand we are gon' sparkle now"
"Yeah, Yeah we gon....ha"

Yo, Yo You know I be the maestro
Rages are (brand spankin' fresssshhh!!)
And always with the right glow
Get ya hyper like a nitro taebo cycle
We 'bout to knock it outta sight yo..ha
Ya know I keep a tight flow, ever since a little nigga yo
They always say they might blow
Nowaday we shinin bright yo
Even the cool joints'll make a nigga straight to wanna fight though
High roller, mind blowin', wild bonin'
Take y'all niggas for a little ride just like they motherfuckin
cyclonin'
Yo, you know my niggas stay holdin'
Now we see some jealous niggas on the side all in they mouth foamin'
While we roamin' and we zonin' play the right role
White bowl, we still'll take a nigga white goal
Before we break fast break glass take trash
I'll bust ya shit and go and chase ass
I'm sayin' this now

*All my party people (party people!)
You need to come inside (come inside now!)
Because we got it people (ya know we got it for ya!)
So just enjoy the ride (yeah, enjoy the ride now bitches!)

*Repeat

Yo, you know I be the captain
Blaze it out and bring you all the hottest scene of action
I gotta gotta give it give it to ya (Oooooh!)
Let me light a L pass a glass of henny to ya (Woooh!)
Now let me get my little shine on rhyme on
And give ya shit to keep ya mind on
Check it, I keep toast and rock the most
Break it down blow the sheet up and vanish like a ghost
Whether you're spanish or speak another language I hope
The way we damage shit I hope you're the cult, my nigga
Check it, eh, you know I be the champion hands on
And make the bitches get they dance on
Black it out from the back of da house
To the front, whatever you want
Fuck what they yappin about
Eh eh, before we ride we check ransom
Smokin' the spot, like how we smoked the live in the mansion
Yeah, the way we hold bank roll
Cheddar so thick, sometimes the shit done made me have to stack folds
Ha, we all up in ya asshole
So hot shit possess you and get all in ya damn soul
We got you drenched drippin up in the spot
We took it from you now we holdin' the rock (D-O!)
The type of shit that make ya rush sometin' touch sometin' buss
sometin'
And make you wanna go and fuck sometin'
I'm only talking to...

*Repeat (x4)

"Just float just like we all in the ocean"
"Yeah, yeah, see, we 'bout to sparkle now"
"We are gon' sparkle now please, now"
"Just let us sparkle now, yeah, yeah, we gon...ha"
"Yeah, ha ha...we gon' sparkle nooowww!"

shit is about to get real serious
Busta Rhymes, Flipmode Squad, Swizz Beatz, check it out

yo it's like tic tac toe
the god is back, make bitches say hoe
blow shit, roast ya than down in Waco
big foot raps nigga let's make dough
pull up to the lot, valet the Range Rove
flyer than a motherfucker, all day glow
in the club nigga glow in the dark and lay low
bang your head to this shit, while the beat play slow
junior varsity niggas while we play pro
ringside seats we all in the same row
Like a crew of bitches pull up in Dodge Durangos
and how we dazzle these bitches with how we change flows
we take your slot, how a bitch take half
and rock chains with pieces the size of spacecrafts
you know what I rep, that's Flipmode Squad!!
wildin like a thousand niggas up in the wreck yard

*Callin all live niggas
BOOYAH!!
Callin all live bitches
OOH OOOOH!!
Yes I hold a pound for y'all
Say what?
Busta Rhymes hold it down for y'all
Get money!!
Callin all live niggas
BOOYAH!!
Callin all live bitches
OOH OOOOH!!
Yes I hold a crown for y'all
Say what?
Flipmode put it down for y'all
YEAH, YEAH!!

yeah, yo, the empire strikes back
shit is official, street niggas fight back
the way we set it off even the bitches might black
raunchy as fuck, even they like it like that
Busta Rhymes in this bitch you know I got another batch
more hotter shit nigga strike another match
bang this shit in your truck, nigga open up the hatch
and hold on your jewels before your shit get snatched
better lock your doors, slide across the latch
before we figure out the next vic to catch
so much lyrics flowin to throw in a teacup
more crack for y'all we just reed up
gutter like a piss test in a pee cup
switch the bounce for the streets, had to change the speed up
raw for the bitches who thick and beefed up
strip a club, big titty bitches double D cup
we all up in the truck, what the fuck we treed up
pure coke for niggas, get skeed up
let me bang something hard on your head like Vince Carter
and charter jets for my niggas with automatic starters
blow shit regular like the UniBomber
surprise attack you niggas like fuckin Pearl Harbor
jailhouse raps, let it bang a little harder
while I rep for the fam, Busta Rhymes the godfather

*Repeat (x2)

so remarkable
classic rugged nigga music
big truck shit
20 inch rims on a UConn or something
a fuckin Escalade, Navigator

Huh.. yea yea yea yea yea yea yea
Hah! Uhh, uhh, uhh
What, some more some more
Some more some more, niggaz didn't want no more

Now (now) ready for whylin my niggaz
Let's set it like we on the Island my niggaz
I'm with it (what what, wha what what)
Yo, my clique startle bitches
with a remarkable sparkle for my bitches with me
(What what, wha what what) You know we stay dumb
and keep shop runnin just the like a 24-hour deli
The way y'all niggaz be poppin that shit you be talkin
Y'all niggaz don't be nothin but a 24-hour celly
To talk that funny shit to someone you know
while I bag these bitches and take them to 24-hour tellys
Type of chickens to let me get in they belly
Little sexy thug bitches who want me to fuck them to Makeveli
Then get with my niggaz and smoke up a ounce
Crowd up in whatever amounts, makin bitches skip to my bounce
So forever we be shinin like diamond
Fresher than the fragrance of limon
When we strike it's all in the timin
Corporate niggaz bug on how we be stylin
Fuckin with huge contracts with wife-beaters on
on the day of the signin
Makin all my bitches check for this shit
My live niggaz know the truth
That's why they always got respect for this shit

*Bust one for me, Bladow!
All my niggaz holdin they guns with me, Bladow!
And restin and stackin they ones with me, Bladow!
My peeps who hang around where I'm from with me, Bladow!
Who run with me, Bladow!
Bust one for me, Bladow!
My bitches that'll fuck til they cum with me, Bladow!
Whylin they be havin they fun with me, Bladow!
In the struggle they be beatin they drums with me, Bladow!
In the slums with me, Bladow!
Bust one for me, Bladow!

And now we mash y'all, harass y'all
Until the shit we doin pass y'all
You know we steadily readily give it to niggaz
And blow up the spot for niggaz fefore we do the dash y'all
Eh-eh-ey, eh-eh-ey-yo, ain't nuttin wrong til we perform
Y'all niggaz know we bout to blast y'all (hah!)
Fast me and my niggaz crash the party
Hit my niggaz with shit and splash bitches before we flash y'all
Now whassup? All of my niggaz salute
When we get busy give me my loot, or lay up in a box with a suit
Shit that I tell you will all be the truth
Stay on a live nigga recruit, and take y'all niggaz back to the root
Tyin my laces all up in my boot
All the bitches say that I'm cute, blowin on it just like a flute
Now now now, before we blind y'all we shine and remind y'all
Shit we got be always one of a kind y'all
We constructin a new design y'all
Better keep up my niggaz because you will get left behind y'all
Let us bust a bottle of wine now
And celebrate in the name of them niggaz that control the times now
Now watch it, as we just pick up the pace
You just might a hole in your face
My crew might take a whole of the space
Completely, obligated just to keepin you dumbin
And get to breakin all the shit up in club once you know that we
comin!
My bitches check for this shit
My live niggaz know the truth
That's why they always got respect for this shit

*Repeat

Yeah
To all my niggaz and all my bitches that just wanna live
Live good, feel good, yeah
Just bounce to this shit, c'mon, bounce to this shit
All my niggaz and my bitches just bounce to this shit
C'mon, bounce to this shit
Yeah, Flipmode constantly
Enough of that

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!!

*Repeat

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
Street shit

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

Yo
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
Now just bounce bounce bounce, yeah

Busta Rhymes, 2000
We got the fire now
Come on!

Hey, come on, hey
Whether it's from all of us
You best believe Busta rhymes more flavor than all the rest
From all the mess, hardcoreness from all the stress
Gotsta get this flawless flow from off my chest
Whose impossible folding impossible flow
Ain't a thing in the world that ain't culpable so so
I make you anticipate great
Type shape real live niggas appreciate
To the utmost I pack toast, keep the gat closed
Run niggas to the island I pack most
After the gun burst quench my blood thirst
We will be leavin' you much worse so one hearse
Yo, now we embellish fuck the jealous
And they mark on niggas now what you gon' tell us
Skydiver, short circuit just like a live wire
And give it the niggas because we got the FIRE!

*All my people in the place (Iyyiiiyyiiiiyyiiiiyyiiiii)
Just put your hands up in the air
And while we blow the spot and keep it hot
You got that FIRE!
Jump, shake, bounce when we come to you turn you out
It's Flipmode Squad that keeps on right your rightest place
We got that FIRE!

Aiyyo
Rock until I'm gone
Till the party's over and he start turnin' the lights on
Type of shit, right inside your whole crew be on
Be the bullshit, so keep movin' on
No I ain't havin' it
Why you grabbin' it, my flow is immaculate
Passionate when it comes to the fire that you have to get
Then I tackle it and kill like we Jackal and Jaffolit
Rob niggas and give it to the church so they can raffle it
Now you can distinguish how
Afro-English flowin' broke in English
Witness how we stay hot and how we keep us goslin'
Women flawsin' blow the spot often
(WHAT) niggas say (WHAT) you need to calculate
Re-evaluate the shit off so we retaliate
Marinate, when I give the hustle and carry weight
And bust up niggas like you would have the Bleat Estate
It's the niggas like y'all I hits for only when it counts
Black on the set and make motherfuckers bounce
Connected the raw types of shit
To make your bitch bug and make niggas pull out cake
Hey I think it's whack yo, I stack dough, and pack a rap show
And then let all of my niggas in the back door
And let the spot short circuit just like a live wire
And give it the niggas because we got the FIRE!

*Repeat

FIRE!

Turn it up (ha ha ha)
Flimode (ha ha ha)
Busta Rhymes (ha ha ha)
Another banging niggas (ha ha ha)
Another banging niggas (ha ha ha)
Another banging niggas (ha ha ha)
Another banging niggas (ha ha ha)

*All night
To my east niggas West Coast and dirty south,
we make ya wave your hands up high
Light L's and drink some liquor it make ya wild out
All night
To my niggas and my bitches get money
If ya running with me
Wave your hands up high
A yo I can't see y'all
You know we hang out in the streets y'all
All night

Yes yes y'all
I be the god up in the flesh y'all
Bless y'all
With nothing but the best y'all
Finesse shit and leave the spot up in a mess y'all
Bitches, you know the street shit caress y'all
Sex y'all
And put a bounce up in your breast y'all
Yes y'all we about to taste the success y'all
And quiz niggas like a fucking drug test y'all
And check y'all
And let the livest niggas step in
I keep the burner, what you think I'm turning mine in?
What the fuck,
Now all my live motherfuckers boggart or bring it straight to the
front
And let me give y'all niggas just what you want
More fire for ya fresh off the press
Shit blazing to death
Bitches lust talking under they breath
Hope you niggas know to put on your vest
Or get a hole in your chest
Who in this motherfucker
Take you a guess

*Repeat

Yeah-Yeah All my niggas
Yeah-yeah all my bitches
Yeah-yeah all my thugs
Yeah-yeah all my soldiers
Yeah-yeah all my honeys
Yeah-yeah all my playas
Yeah-yeah all my live niggas c'mon
Yeah-yeah
The grand finale y'all
Put it down and always repping for my family y'all
What, lets form a nation wide rally y'all
Of gutter niggas that will piss up in the alley y'all
Fuck it, now I know you know my rep nigga
And how it's hard to figure out my next step nigga
So step nigga, nigga sit your ass down
The way I mash down
Will only leave a legacy for me to pass down
Don't speak unless you're spoken to
Get broke in two
Flipmode we be the chosen few
Yeah nigga entrap y'all
I know some niggas that'll clap y'all
And strap y'all
Up to a post and back slap y'all
Put y'all in a mailbox and leave open the flap y'all
That's the hap's that make niggas take forever naps y'all
Strap y'all all up inside of your seatbelts
The beats felt like a fire watch the heat melt
Your patent leather stack cheddar nigga
Now or never
Better, whatever nigga feel this hot Beretta
Cause when we come you know we hit you with that shit for the head
With nough shit just like the Lox and the dread
Me and my niggas we be breaking this bread
With all the blood that we bled
See we was broke, now we flossing instead
The shit I drop will never leave you mislead
Might leave you tired of bed
Shit ain't over till' the party is dead

*Repeat (x2)

Yeah all my live bitches let me see you just
Wave your hands up high
And all my niggas running around getting pussy
All night

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
Got a nigga stuck in his ways

*Repeat

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)

Get out, get out, get out of here (x4)

[Raekwon]
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

[Ghostface Killah]
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!"

[Raekwon]
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

[Busta Rhymes]
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! 7x
Raekwon, Ghostface, Rocky Marce C'MON!
Let's get this money nigga

[Rocky Marciano]
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

[Busta Rhymes]
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 still ?
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

MONEY! 17x

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
A job well done fellas, very good piece of work

[Busta Rhymes]
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

[Intermission]
"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"

[Busta Rhymes]
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?
Fuck around, that shit'll be a box office smash motherfuckers
[applause]
THE END

Intro:
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

CHORUS 2X:
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

[verse 1]
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

CHORUS

[over chorus]
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?

[verse 2]
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

CHORUS repeats to end

[over chorus]
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
my Flipmode niggas, man

(feat. Flipmode Squad)

(Rampage)
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)

(Busta Rhymes)
ONE TWO THREE
Come on

(Chorus)
(Busta Rhymes)
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

(Rampage)
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

(Roc Marciano)
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

(Busta Rhymes)
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

(Spliff Starr)
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

(Baby Sham)
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

(Rah Digga)
Now
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

(Busta Rhymes)
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

(Chorus)
(Busta Rhymes)
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

Ha
Flipmode
New album
Labor Day 2000
Fuckers
The Rulership LP
Flipmode Squad
Unstoppable
Cut the shit off
Cut it off

Yeah
Serious now
Serious

All my niggas
ONE TWO
Line up and
COME THROUGH
I got shit for all of you to wild out and
DUMB TO
Back and bust your gun too
Nowhere to run to
This shit is the jerk
So run your jewels and your ones too
All my bitches
WHAT WHAT
I like your whole strut
Bounce and hold your ass out
Make it open and close shut
Watch me bust a whole nut
Right over your whole butt
Slice you down with the dick
Just like you was a cold cut
OH FUCK
Now watch me dig all in your whole gut
Stuff it like a roast duck
Fucking packing a toast
WHAT WHAT
What about you slapping the shit up out ya
Flipmode
We them niggas
And I'ma always shout ya
See how we high rollers
Smoking till we high zoning
Niggas on the corner
Clutter the streets in the nights roaming
Now see how we got you open
My niggas hold your post
Bitches if your riding with me
Let's see who rocks the most

All my niggas (What what)
We coming through (What what)
Repping for my niggas and my bitches too (What what)
Back and bust your gun too
Nowhere to run to
Black out in the truck
Until there's no club to come to
All my bitches (What what)
We coming through (What what)
Repping for my bitches and my niggas too (What what)
Bounce and shake your ass out
Break fool and black out
Hit you with some shit
That will make all y'all just pass out

Know I keep that hot shit
Fuck up your block shit
Have y'all niggas stupid
On some straight cock your glock shit
Everytime we drop shit
There's no way to stop shit
Bust y'all niggas ass
Then like to sit back and pop shit
Yo we bout to lace y'all
Deface the place y'all
With shit that feel just like
A fucking foot in your face y'all
Is you with me?
(HELL YEAH!)
Before I hit y'all
Flipmode be the niggas
That will be sure to split y'all
We will never quit y'all
We won't permit y'all
Whack niggas to come inside
Like they be the shit y'all
FUCK THAT!
Yeah you know we blaze
And we wreck shop
Put it down for live niggas
While we watch the next fly
All my niggas pass through
Before we blast you
This shit so real
I don't have no need to gash you
We will never calm down
We won't put the bombs down
Rep for all my niggas
And we won't put the arms down
(Yeah you know we keep it coming)
Yo people is good for nothing
(Ay yo!)
Hot to death with shit that always keep you jumping
And rush the dance hall
Until all they ass fall
I make you other corny niggas
Get off the damn wall
And then we bless y'all
With the currently fresh y'all
And hit y'all niggas with flavor
Nothing less than the best y'all
Now we see how we got you open
My niggas hold your post
All my bitches wylin with me
Let's see who rocks the most

All my niggas (What what)
We coming through (What what)
Repping for my niggas and my bitches too (What what)
Back and bust your gun too
Nowhere to run to
Black out in the truck
Until there's no club to come to
All my bitches (What what)
We coming through (What what)
Repping for my bitches and my niggas too (What what)
Bounce and shake your ass out
Break fool and black out
Hit you with some shit
That will make all y'all just pass ou

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

Hoo, hah, hoo, hah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Rock star shit niggas
From the street, to the stadium
From the street, to the stadium
From the street, to the stadium niggas
Now c'mon!

Bouncing, everytime I be hittin y'all niggas with shit
That be makin y'all niggas really wanna black up in the fucking spot
We keepin hot for my niggas fresh up off the block
Now all my people bust a shot BLOW, BLOW, BLOW!
Bus a Bus is back all in your face and I'm back to replace
And lace y'all niggas with shit that'll totally erase
These other corny niggas up outta your head
As far as I'm concerned none of them niggas can fuck with the dreds
WHAT, WHAT, WHAT!
Yeah, yeah, I be keepin it movin, and be keepin it groovin
Rep for my niggas by showin and provin
That we the illest when it comes to this here
Now go get the drinks, go get the blunts, and get the fire
What you say? YEAH, YEAH, YEAH!
What the fuck is bounce up in your truck when you start to conduct
Yourself in a way that be makin you wanna fuck
Wild out in the spot, and get to actin like savages
Tell the one who manages the spot, I got the damages
HO, HO!

*I know y'all niggas want it (I know y'all bitches want it)
WHAT
I know y'all really need it
HO
The shit to keep you bouncin
WHAT
To keep the party heated
Make Noise, Make Noise, Make Noise, Make Noise, c'mon!

*Repeat

Busta Rhymes givin it to y'all niggas so check me out
While I pick up my crew and pick up Rah Digga
I'm talkin 'bout how we be puttin it down wit my Flipmode familia
That's a fact we comin through, so step back
MOVE, MOVE, MOVE, MOVE, MOVE!
Get the fuck up off of me and please release me from my shackle
Watch me and my crew and how we tacklin corner the market
Y'all niggas know exactly how we about to spark it
Makin all of you the target, BLAU, BLAU, BLAU!!
See how we be keepin it comin regardless whatever the reason
It never matters whatever the season
Now peep how we wildin', and breezin on through
When you know that we will keep it together whatever, get the cheddar
YEAH, YEAH, YEAH!!
Yeah now, lemme continue to talk to my people and continue
To blow the roof off the building and right before we get to
Wreckin the spot everybody climb up on something and tear the lights
Up off of the ceiling, BO, BO, BO, BO!!

*Repeat (x2)

Hoo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ha, Busta Rhymes, Lenny Kravitz, Make Noise now, c'mon!
From the streets, to the stadium, Busta Rhymes, Lenny Kravitz
Here we go now, Make Noise now, everybody now, c'mon!
Ha!

How's about to keep it kinda raw and just give it to motherfuckers
And how we smash it and cash it we rip it from motherfuckers
You know we got it, you niggas know we rockin
And get all up in your pocket, YO, YO, YO!!
Yeah, yeah me and brother named Lenny Kravitz
We tearin it down and blowin the spot in the Jacob Javitz
However you wanna do it grab the gas and the matches and start the
fire
Take it up a little higher! YEAH, YEAH, YEAH!!

*Repeat (x2)

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!

*Repeat

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, [buck you with], (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!

*Repeat

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
Ready to blow this bitch up at the drop of a dime

*Repeat

[ad libs for about 8 seconds before fade]

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

*Repeat

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
somethin great and keep a nigga name livin forever!

*Repeat

*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

*Repeat
[you are now in the current state of Anarchy]

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
And fight the hardest in the grim current state of Anarchy...

*Repeat

Intro:
New York, Jersey, Philly, B-more, D.C.
Virginia, Atlanta, everybody rise!!! Cmon!
N.C., L.A., Texas, Detroit, Chicago, Miami,
N.O., Cleveland, rise!!! Cmon!
Denver, Boston, Nashville, Seatle, Albany,
Kansas city, everybody rise!!! Cmon!
Buffalo, St. Louis, New Haven, Kentucky,
Oakland, Phoenix, Vegas, everybody rise!!! Cmon!

I'll be that live motherfucker from the flipmode squad
that readjusts this shit properly and hits you real hard
Then we affect with hard shit that sounds so beautiful
(Why now?) Couldn't find a better time more suitable
to send out a signal and round up all my niggas recruitable
Type of nigga to torture your ass, stick some shit in your cutical
Wait a minute, let me talk to all my niggas at hand
Im'a hit all of my niggas, ya'll just follow the plan
just get money and capitalize and hold on your stash
Fuck the slouches, we keep it moving and no looking back
A lot of lost motherfuckers stuck on what they gonna be
they aint gonna be me, gotta get it before the year 2G
To all my niggas, let them do your thing and get yours quick
whole plan, the whole shabang, nigga fuck the bullshit
i meant this ,ever relentless, for dropping these bombs
getting paid for securing shit for my seed and my mom
for my physical ,and my entire flipmode squad
my whole gang is fertilized, my mom's peaced to the gods
hold it down for live niggas in the name of hip-hop
off with another path where niggas are made to struggle and starve
fuck that! im here to fight for mine, adapting your ass
if you or the goverment try to do away with my cash
one of the most extraordinary that comes from a place
we demand to stab you in the back and smile in your face
take all entire niggas off the face of the earth
and do away with all them niggas before i get to them first
so throw it, niggas dont get it and run right thru it
get with, is to all of my niggas who know how to do it
survival of the most fit for real niggas, no doubt!
get whats yours from out this fucker before your time run out X2
and get whats yours from out this fucker before your time run out

Welcome all you motherfuckers to a global event warning
Here has now come the dawn of the new millenium
The extinction level event
All my motherfuckers stay tuned!

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
Mother fuker Flip mode 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
orsuburban residential
Fuck that
We keep the livest niggas happy then
we blow thespot 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
take it take it take it take it
take it take it take it take it

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
Blacken out building my ? 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
(As we enter the new millenium with this rap shit)

Yea, Hmmm
Alright now
Yea
After the ultimate world blast that ended all things
this is how we rebuilt shit from the underground up
Bounce nigga bounce bounce bounce nigga bounce bounce
When I come THROUGH, hit y'all with the one TWO
Break y'all niggas that y'all niggas won't even know what to DO
Break fool, make all y'all people wanna come TO
Feel the force of my shit kickin?like it was Kung FU
Blast THROUGH, don't these corny niggas harass YOU
Set a tone in the streets where even the fans blast YOU
Ask YOU niggas, do y'all really want the brand NEW?
Corny niggas just finish your time and over pass DU
HE HA What HO, think it's way pass your CURFEW
Hit you with some shit that make doctors come have to nurse YOU
YOU YOU YOU
I'm rollin?with my whole CREW
Bounce threw niggas when ever we surround YOU
Flipmode role THICK, and you know we don't QUIT
Hit you with some more HITS that make y'all wanna
go SHIT SHIT SHIT
YO make y'all niggas jump BACK
Hit that hurry and pass the rest of the weed BLACK
Chorus(2x):
Rep my crew yo, Flipmode hit you off
YO Y'all know what to do ok, TEAR DA ROOF OFF
OFF OFF OFF, TEAR DA ROOF OFF, YO
Y'all know what do I'm sayin?TEAR DA ROOF OFF
One more time I hit y'all with a crime
WHILE I be in my rhyme I hear that a drop of a dime
WILDIN?all in my Tim BOOTS
Now we stackin?mad LOOT
Everybody holdin and 21 gun soLUTE
Anyway any HOW, I'ma give it to you NOW
You ain't wildin my nigga, that is something I won't ALLOW
One Two Three Four, I be knockin?at your DOOR
Hit y'all niggas with an effect that y'all never felt beFORE
OR leave you with someMORE freaky dicky metaPHOR
Rep for all my niggas who stay reppin?the hardCORE
Slug it out, bugging out, all off my niggas THUG IT OUT
Tired of all these weak niggas now I'ma RUB YOU OUT
Yo, what you talkin BOUT, make y'all niggas scream and SHOUT
Yo, we bout to blast you out the spot my nigga no DOUBT
DOUBT DOUBT DOUBT
Yo you know we always stay ON
Keep wildin?before you know it the entire day is GONE
Left RIGHT left, YO no ned to hold your breath
YO, better chill your body up while we beat you to death
DEATH DEATH DEATH DEATH
Blast you right threw your chest
YO you know we runnin?shit and we never settle for less
YO
Chorus(4x)
Yea motherfuckers
Flipmode Squad eternally imperial, powerful, universal
Flipmode Squad, from the underground up motherfuckers
Always remember that
From the underground up
We gonna rebuild this whole shit

Baby Sham:
Ay Yo
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
Rampage:
I flow so much I can see sick
Flipmode is the squad who I bees 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
Chorus:
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
Rah Digga:
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 sorry's
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
Spliff Star:
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
Fact my son
Street educated
The colonel of ghetto jurors
Still thug related
Chorus:
Lord Have Mercy:
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 and 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
Busta Rhymes:
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 crack my plane in your building
In the name of the law
Chorus:

Straight bang up your head shit with
Phenomenal swing like the ass on a black chick
Fat dick to all of y'all niggas with whack clicks
Hoping they whip paper like a classic
Low budget black flick
Last victim that I caught was fucking my last chick
She hit me off, nearly made me bust through my plastic
Took the loot that she had stashed in her panty elastic
She got from out my denim, little venom was fast, kid
Try to swindle a nigga by giving me putang
A new thang, chick wanted to fuck me to Wu-Tang
Thug chicks started criticizing my new slang
Started hitting the pussy the song from the wusang
Watch these rap niggas get all inside your guts man
My nuts hang
Shorty stay abusing the love thang
Gotta camouflage my stash and loot like I'm Bruce Wayne
After my money gotta kick the bitch up like Liu Kang

Aiyyo
I come to give you a little of what you asking for
Oh what we asking for
Oh yeah
I come to give you a little of what you asking for
Oh what we asking for
Now what you asking for
Just give it to me raw
Now what you asking for
Just give it to me raw
Now what you asking for
Just give it to me raw
Now what you asking for
Just give it to me raw
Okay

Shorty took me on a ride like a cyclone
In my zone
Strutting with an ass and a fly tone
Hold shorty like how I be holding my microphone
We thug romancing to the jazzy sound of a xylophone
Ass backwards I'ma stick you more than a cactus
Lay my thug willy actress across the mattress
Knock it off the earth axis and broken glasses
Continue when she make me bust blackberry molasses
Pussy made me feel like I was drugged up on morphine
My movie screen ass stacking more than we've all seen
Yo, chick 'bout to make me wile on her real hard
A real fraud, fuck I ever fucked with this ill broad
Chick still after my loot, she like, "What, son?"
Don't act dumb scheming on a robbery outcome
Come out from wherever you are and be outdone
Acting like you about something
And you ain't about none
Come on son
Thought the chicken head was a little rude
The wrong move making me whip it out like live dude
Fuck that trick tried to get at my hard-earned stack
Too many times
Gotta put my foot in her ass crack
June for all of my niggas you know shit is all real
A chicken head to fuck your mans and cut him a side deal
Of all your prized possessions if you let her get yours
Bitch we keep it raunchy everything will remain raw

Ay Yo
I come to give you a little of what you asking for
Oh what you asking for
Oh yes
I come to give you a little of what you asking for
Oh what you asking for
So what you asking for
Just give it to me raw
So what you asking for
Just give it to me raw
So what you asking for
Just give it to me raw
So what you asking for
Just give it to me raw
Okay

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)
How we gon' do? (WE GON' DO IT TO DEATH)

Yeah Flipmode Squad
Yeah their ain't nothing iller
Busta Rhymes got another killer
Niggas be getting all in playing Cee Lo
We be getting money at casinos
Gamble my money like gambinos
Scarface through like appachino
Now my pockets got muscles like Lou Farigno
Got the hot shit
Big up my nigga Premo
Stack loot with my nigga Dino and Enno (Julio)
Spliff and my other nigga Chico
Uno dos tres quatro cinco (Gimme five)
Count from ten all the way back to zero
Set it off rep. from here to Puerto Rico
Run in the bitches makes me black and Filipino
Trick in the hide or on the niko
Caught the round trip to Santo Domingo
My nigga Spliff criminal like Max Remo
Thug think he loud then show me your hero
Nigga tried to play me on the dealo
Tried to short me couple gram on the D-Low
Thought we didn't know better oh yeah we know
Stepping them niggas for what its gon be yo
Niggas spend money and fuck a preshow
Your name was shorty who whip in a little Geo
Dare and look niggas get left by the sea show
Lock up a nigga and sabotage the keyhole
Chorus:
Alright y'all (Alright)
You know we keepin it tight y'all (Real tight wha)
That's how we doin it (Ha, that's how we doin it)
That's how we doin it (Yeah, that's how we doin it)
Alright y'all (Alright)
You know we wildin all night y'all (All night y'all)
That's how we doin it (Ha, that's how we doin it)
That's how we doin it (Yeah, that's how we doin it)
Yo, guess who coming through for dinner (Who)
Busta Rhymes bringing another winner
Coming with another all night thriller (Yo yo)
Shit bang through your bass kicker
Don't want the hot shit to boil you move quicker
Should've made the club crowd a little thicker
Nigga in a club fronting like a killer
You ain't eating my nigga you lookin thinner
Now you a sinner a partier beginner
You better off if dance to who got the keys to my beamer
You a killer but you never pulled a trigger
How that calculate money yo how you figure
Yo, another homerun hitter my nigga
Yo we ain't over hit you with a refiller
We keep it moving never label me a quitter
Flipmode baby you could call me flipper
She wildin we wildin along with her
My nigga put me on told me she a stripper
Fronting like he don't really wanna be with her
He told me handle my business cause he already did her
He says she used to be Lucy babysitter
Fuck a sloppy second hit the highest bidder for realla
Keep the champagne in the chiller
Keep it cold while I hit you with another wig-splitter
Chorus (2x

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 sumthin, make a nigga comb over your eyes
All my niggaz getting 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
Should've thought twice before you went and open 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 niggaz is lame
It's not a game, makin names still splittin your frames

Y'all niggaz had enough Gimme some more
Y'all niggaz want the wild shit Gimme some more
Yo Spliff where the weed at Gimme some more
I know yaw'll niggaz 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

Blast with a rash gimme my cash flickin my ass
Runnin with my money son go out with a blast
Do what you want, a niggaz 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 roof for me and all my niggaz to pass through
Cardiay see party, hey horray shit
What with all my niggaz from around the way shit
When I come through you niggaz know I do my thing
Bring more shit that generate money *Ching 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 your rain supreme
Hope you niggaz know we comin through full steam
Can't see you better turn on your high beam
All my niggaz while I'm ringing the sireen
FLIPMODE be the glory niggaz 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 ripping it be blowing it down
Blowing you off fuckin wit the hottest niggaz around
Luck is when me and my people bother your town
Holdin it down takin awhile and then gimme my crown
Ay, 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 shot that's what I be all about
Turning you out makin all you niggaz fall out

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

Yo, ever since Jimmy Crack Con
Rockin' on ever since the day I was born
Yes we get busy whenever we have to perform
Shaking your tooshie making your pussy get warm
Ha ha ha until all you niggas is gone
I be hittin' until the morning got you callin' my storm
Bounce my niggas, bounce my bitches (Bounce baby!)
With the shit that do really have all you niggas going crazy
Suffer from headrushes while niggas be smoking dutches
Bitches be gettin' all in and they rippin' they pants crutches
Wiggle they belly buttons
Ay, wait a minute I wanna get all in it
Long as my shorty with it
You know I'm comin' to get it
Doin' it to you makin' you really wonder who said it
Swelling your melon while you yellin'
Now check out the credit
Giving it to you makin' you gimme back more
(Coming through too!)
Yes and we be kickin' down your door
Keepin' it raw my nigga

Chorus:
All my bitches right in the front sayin' "Aahh"
All my bitches way in the rear sayin' "Aahh"
Party is goin' on over here (Say what?)
Party is goin' on over here (Say what?)
All my niggas right in the front sayin' "Ho!"
All my niggas right in the rear sayin' "Ho!"
The party is goin' on over here (Say what?)
Party is goin' on over here (Say what?)
All my people up in the place sayin' "Ho!"

Let me just hear you some more
Tell me what you lookin' for
Told all of y'all already I ain't gonna tell you no more
Hittin' you off makin' you niggas blast off!
With some shit that'll be tearing your ass off
Keppin' it comin', keepin' it movin', keepin' you wylin'
We gettin' this paper let's keep the cheddar stacking and piling
And now we happy and smiling cause now we living good
Doin' it is how we be movin' it in the hood
Wishing you could fuck around with me and my niggas
How we double and wyle
And double our bitches double our figures
Turnin' you out
Run from my niggas (No doubt!)
Keepin' it blazing make all my bitches all shout
Then I hit with the new make you take off your see-through
While you peekin' around the corner baby I see you!
Tell me what you gon' do
I'm sayin' now I'm gon' have you wylin' until your ass drop
Hit me off, yes now let me take it to the top
We never stop my nigga

Chorus:
All my bitches up in the front sayin' "Aahh"
All my bitches up in the rear sayin' "Aahh"
Party is goin' on over here (Say what?)
Party is goin' on over here (Say what?)
All my niggas up in the front sayin' "Ho!"
All my niggas up in the rear sayin' "Ho!"
The party is goin' on over here (Say what?)
Party is goin' on over here (Say what?)
All my people up in the place sayin' "Ho!"

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
(Aiyyo, yo yo-yo yo all and together now)

Take off your shoes
Make you dance in your socks
For blocks
Nigga be dippin a million.
What, hot!
Better pause and take a look.
There's a whole lot of whores.
Run up in a storm.
Bitch a try to take you for yours for sure.

Word up yo!
And just get what you can.
Catch it, so just play it on a record
And take it off until you ass naked.

Word to mother.
Shorty stack like a horse.
Pushin a force.
Lookin to floss.
Diana Ross.

Flow better.
One of the biggest seller.
Tell me what ever.
Wether a nigga stack mozzarella

I'm a get ya.
I ain't comin with ya.
Hit ya,
with another scripture
That will really split ya.
Make sure the fact you wack.
And we don't need none of that.
Keepin it movin.
Now tell me, where my nigga's is at?

Yo, from here to Brook.
Nigga's is shook, look.
I make you sing the hawk
Shake your ass.
Wiggle your foot.
I make you

CHORUS:

TAKE IT OFF.
Shit so hot we make you.
TAKE IT OFF.
Give me what you got nigga.
TAKE IT OFF.
And we hit the right spot baby.
TAKE IT OFF.
And everybody if you with me just
TAKE IT OFF.
Shit so hot we make you
TAKE IT OFF.
Give me what you got nigga
TAKE IT OFF.
And when I hit the right spot baby
TAKE IT OFF
And if you with me everybody just
TAKE IT OFF.

Wiggle and bounce baby.
More to the ounce baby
That's what I be about baby.
Give me a shout baby.
All up in your body.
Whipping the mazorati
Through the city
With one of my hottie.
I'm on my way to the party.
Meet with my nigga Marty
And little and Colie Scotti.
Sippin Baccardi.
'Till you know we whylin up everybody.
Whip about to cause.
All in the jam
Nigga's whylin out at the bar.
(OHH)
We keep it movin
(OHH)
Every time yo. (ooh)
Shit that make your DJ
Spin it back 4 times yo.
Let it rain and let it drizzles
Heat in the club be makin you sizzle
All of the bitches right in the middle.
(WORD UP)
I make yall nigga's smooth.
Making you sweat.
Making you get busy.
Got yall nigga's loosin your breath.
So I started working this way.
Pass the sting rays.
See me Kunta Kintai.
Check the way me ringai.

Hey Mister DJ
Hit with a replay
Check it
Hey why you all in my face.
Give me some leeway.
Got you doin' what we say.
Other nigga's racin
And whylin all on a freeway
Rushin to get in a club
And get all up in the place
Get inside and see FLIPMODE in your face
(ooh)
Now let me take you nigga's straight to the point.
Now get the party.
Radio be still bangin my joint.
Turn it up a little while I make you.

CHORUS

[Busta Rhymes]
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

[Janet Jackson] [(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

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)
One two (two

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
Chorus:
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
Yo
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
Yo
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
That's when I ask
Chorus (2x):

Let's make sure those drums are smackin'
(Heavy Breathing)
This means war!!!!!!
(Verse 1)
I work Hard to take care of everyone of my niggaz
Feel the love and appreciation from all of my niggaz
When I think meditate and contemplate for my swole
Watch the troops manifest once the story unfolds
Disloyal mothafuckas 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 sparaticaly 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 can witness the extreme damage caused by betrayal
Make you sorry for the fact that you attempted and failed
Make you eternally suffer you was on of my mens
Turn your back on me I'ma make sure you get it back times 10
Stay true!
Now thats the one thing I religiously pledge
If you ain't with me I'm throw you way over the edge
This means war!
(Chorus)
Take a Look inside
You can't run and you can't hide
If you cross my path
I'll make sure you feel my wrath
Give and you recieve
Charish every breath you breath
scritpures on the wall
those who betray all must fall
(Verse 2)
As I charish every blessing and I greet you with hugs
You my people when I see you I embrace you with love
Yeah I be the one to come and get you outta the hole
Yeah you be the one to run and leave me out in the cold
So amazing how many times you part and you scheme
But what you don't realize you'll never conquer my dream
Your devilous karma can't penetrate the steel of my armor
Time pass by and pressure got you living with drama
Paranoid at my retaliation living in fear
Disloyalty will have me kill my brother shedding a tear
Such a shame how you could easily you can get trapped in a zone
And have to go to war with fake niggaz standing alone
Until I get with all my loyal niggaz going to lint
Don't matter how hard you try you'll never weaken my strength
Now I'm with all my loyal niggaz breaking the bread
And if you dis the code of honor we taking yo' head
This Means War!
(Chorus)
War!
Nobody helps him
Nobody has to be there
Yeah Yeah! What cha ya gonna do! (x2)
Make you think you can run or you can hide
Where you think you can run or you can hide? (x3)
(Verse 3)
Be the best to show love, let's go operate
Disloyality is something that we won't tolerate
Still with these niggaz let's put them where they properly go
On an island far away in a place where nobody knows
No room for any bullshit for so many years
Watching the danger and niggaz double crossing their peers
Yes I always fight for what is right and put my foot down
Disrespect my love and I'm gonna be laying ya down
This means war!
(Chorus to fade)

Yo ever since Jimmy Crack Con
Rockin' on ever since the day I was born
Yes we get busy whenever we have to perform
Shaking your tooshie making your pussy get warm
Ha ha ha until all you niggas is gone
I be hittin' until the morning got you callin' my storm
Bounce my niggas bounce my bitches (Bounce baby!)
With the shit that do really have all you niggas going crazy
Suffer from headrushes while niggas be smoking dutches
Bitches be gettin' all in and they rippin' they pants crutches
Wiggle they belly buttons
Ay, wait a minute I wanna get all in it
Long as my shorty with it
You know I'm comin' to get it
Doin' it to you makin' you really wonder who said it
Swelling your melon while you yellin'
Now check out the credit
Giving it to you makin' you gimme back more
(Coming through too!)
Yes and we be kickin' down your door
Keepin' it raw my nigga

:
All my bitches right in the front sayin

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
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


:
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


:
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


:
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

(
to
with chanting in background

(intro)
Greetings, earthlings
We have now taken over your radioooo.....

(b-real)

Goin' straight through the hole
You ain't got no game
I'm breakin' ya out the frame
Coming through like a train
Looking to take over the world is my goal
With my unstoppable crew takin' all control
You can't get none of this, we're runnin' this
Well taker, earth shaker, 3 point gunnin' this
Get out the lane, I'm comin' through
And if you don't wanna move then I'm comin' right through you

(coolio)

It's like inch by inch and step by step
I'm closing in on your position and destruction is my mission
Though eight is not enough, your whole squad better duck
It's like switch when I bust
Now you're whole crew is dust
Comin' through my area, i'ma have to bury ya
The real scream team on your scream scene
It's like showdown on the range

Go tell me who wanna tangle with the
Ghetto witch-doctor neighborhood superhero?

Chorus:

(b-real)
We want it all (want it all!)
Unstoppable, we run the floor (run the floor!)
You can't take none of this hardcore (hardcore!)
In the game we take you to war (war!)
You ain't seen nothin' like this before
(all)
If I hit 'em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em high
And you hit 'em low, hit 'em low, hit 'em low
If I hit 'em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em high
And you hit 'em low, hit 'em low, hit 'em low

(method man)

Insane like a runaway train I'm in your lane
Like it's only 3 seconds to score to win the game
Came to bring the ultimate pain upon the brain
Untamed, you won't like it when I change
And you are type strange
Make room, manaical monster in the game
And I got my eye on you
Deadshot aim, as free throws keep comin' down like rain
You feelin' me, I'm feelin' you
The monstar again, I'm tellin' you
Pass me the rock, now I'm headed to the basket


Get up out my way is what you better do
My tactics is unsportsmanlike conduct
You better ask it
Don't get no better than this, you catch my drift?
You get stripped by ballhandlers ruled by swackhammer
Danger, you're dealin' with offical hoop-bangers
With hang time like a coat hanger
Jump, with thunderous 360-degree type dunks
What up doc? the monstar funk

(ll cool j)

Lightning strikes and the court lights get dim
Supreme competition is about to begin
Above the rim, finessin' and moves is animated
Once I get to ballin', I can't be deflated
I'm rugged raw, my monstars is gettin' money
When clicks get to buggin', I'm snatchin' up their bunnies (uhh!)
Every step I take shakes the ground
I'll make you break your ankles, son, shakes you down
This is my planet, I'm bout business
The best that ever done it, can I get a witness? (uhhh!)
Cumulus clouds bring darkness up above
You in it for the money?
Or in it for the love, m.j.?
23 ways to make a pay
Loungin' in the mothership back around my way (uhh!)
I'm 28 light years old
If the refs get political, dribble like bob dole
Am I gettin' lyrical?
Daddy, I think so
Monstar droppin' flavor fluid so drink slow

Chorus

(busta rhymes)

Yo, God bless!!
Pick up your chest
Here's an example of how I can stress your full court press
With finesse, I bench-press your stress whenever you test
We're speed ballin', on the fastbreak just like the pony express
I'm gonna mingle in your face and take the lid off
Just use your head and forfeit the game
You and your team just need to back off!!
Get off my block, gimmie the ball, I said it's my rock!!
I'm startin' a line-up by gettin' y'all to bring the livestock
Throw all your money in the pot
And make sure you bet all your money on my bank shot
When we come right through tell me what you really gonna do?
We'll leave your team name in shame and take your talent from you
While you abandon your ship, we take your championship
With nothing left for you to see except the instant replay clip
Money spending, goal tending, stay-bending teams like crash cars
Who do they be?
They be the monstars!!!!!!

Chorus

Intro

[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.

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!

[Chorus: Flipmode Meka]
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)

[Verse One]
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

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

[Verse 1: Busta]
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 pressurehairline 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...

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Busta]
Higher science and Ic12

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..

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
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

[Rampage]
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

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

[Verse One]
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

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
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!!

[Verse Two]
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
Mone

Yeah! Yeah, Busta Bust down, Flipmode now
I know what y'all feel like doin
Go 'head and crash your whip in the fuckin wall
It's cool, niggaz.. we gets busy

[Verse One]
Fo' sho', spit rogue, get mo' bout to kick in the door
Dick sore, split whores 'til they shit on the floor
Clique more sick from when you use to see us before
Shit, kill a nigga quick, niggaz know my rapport
Keep workers on the strip that be ready for war
Brick I flip a little quicker if they shit in the store
Rip, maybe 'til they drop, and they shit in they drawers
Shit crazy when I pop, and I'm grippin the four
Thick bitches in the spot, watch 'em strip for the sport
Spit vicious for the block, yeah we swingin a torch
Stick niggaz for they shit, thank 'em for they support
Quick nigga, better quit snitchin down at the court
Check track a little slick and try to go on my Forbes
Cause we stackin like we rich, and we holdin the fort
This time, we had to bring it, guess what we brought
The hottest shit to bang from L.A. to the streets of New York

[Chorus]
All my people, get drunk, get high - WHATTUP?
Get money, get rich, get fly - WHATTUP?
Get stupid, get busy, get live - WHATTUP?
Jump all in your whip, turn the key and drive - WHATTUP?
Make a mill' yeah we gon' make about five - WHATTUP?
We speak the truth and we ain't talkin no jive - WHATTUP?
I'm speakin to the streets and everybody's widdit - WHATTUP?
Once again you know we only come to get it - WHATTUP?

[Verse Two]
AOWWWWWWW!! Ha, I stay wicked now I'm back on the strip
Like I went on a vacation and I'm back from my trip
Nuff radio rotation like I'm sai

(Yeah), Turn me up some (Redman)
(Busta)Fuck goin' on?,Yo!,..Uncle Darren,......What up brother
Yeah, Yeah Flipmode
See we got a whole....we got a gift wrapped package for you mother fuckers
Yeah Yo Yo Yo Yeah


Bust it, I stay rippin' a niggah track so hotter than wax yo so tell me why you act so?Yo I max 'cause I make make a niggah black 'til it's time to relax yo or 'til you all collapse so
Fuck it it's hardly that the god is gettin' tired you don't wanna say that could catch a cardiac relapse niggah (what)the god is back see you don't want nothing no matter how you react, blows to black and blue you frontin' ya back choose whatever the route that you choose ,..wounds so herendous from frensicsing it to analyzing the bruise blows we never come in singular they commin' in twos, my crew be startin' the ruckus once I give them the cues to blast from the triggers that'll bust from all of my dudes,..be the shit that make you niggahs run up outta ya shoes we make you back down havin' the facts down with all the noise we be makin' you could even see the shit on the news (word up) See you don't know nothing about it.


Turn me up some
Yo, the heat from off the street'll burn you up some,the shit i'm sure to spit'll hurt you up some, i'm sayin', but you don't know nothing about it
Turn me up some
I drink a fifth of yak and url it up some ,Yo, just bang it in the truck and turn it up some, i'm sayin',
now watch me dead a niggah fast like them bitches with no ass you corny niggahs low class, Yo, I flash on them then I go and smash couple a hoes and then splash on them, flickin' a 'lil ash on them...from the blunt we smokin'keep a chick chokin', got them open with flows I suppose and make them soak in they clothes , keep the shit that make th

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

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
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

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
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

[Verse 2: Spliff Star]
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 th

Yeah, come fuck with us yeah
Y'all know what to do to this shit
Yeah, streets
We 'bout to do it again, we 'bout to do it again
We 'bout to do it again niggas, I hope y'all ready
Check it, check it, c'mon

Check out the technique
C'mon, spit flow and bag up the next freaks
Soldier with a quicker hoe that live on the next street
Over playa then do this shit again next week

Gettin' this paper, phat chicks up in the next Jeep
Probably listen closer if you let the check speak
I keep fire 'cause niggas respect heat
Look, I spit fire then come up the best beats

I said I pull the spot from here way down on South Beach major
Globalize, then blow down a South Beach ager
Check it, banana yellow G wagon for the whole saggin'
Feel the fox mink draggin' on the floor watch it

You really need to stop
Just copped the rob blueberry Lamborghini drop
C'mon, stay struntin' with the mini bop
Niggas know when we step in the place, the whole city stop

Better tell 'em if they ain't know, I'm put 'em on Shorty
(We know how you be doin' it baby)
How we be doin' it baby?
(We know how you be takin' it off)

How we take it from 'em?
(We know how you be killin' 'em baby)
How we killin' 'em? C'mon
(We know how you be ready to ball)

You know we ready to do it
(We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)
Make 'em crazy now, c'mon
(We know how you be breakin' 'em off)

You know we breakin' 'em off, let's go
(So come and get it down for me baby)
Put it down now
(And make it hotter till they take it off)

This is a shake down weakin' your whole shit
Until it break down, speak to the whole clique
Until we take down dudes, put the heat to 'em and make them
Put they cake down dude, scrape down food

Niggas stay hungry 'til the shit is over
Spit and make the tape sound rude
Niggas get screwed, see they ain't really worth not a thing
But only gettin' on the stage to get booed

Kennedy loft hoe's mackin' at the top of the Trump Towers
Rockin' fly Versace, terry cloth robes
Like Ghost Face the most ready just for the glow
Showcase the most, them niggas sure to blow

No waste of time, you know we sure to grow
I'm sayin' no place a mine, is for them corny hoe's
C'mon, with all this paper and this shit we copin'
We keepin' it gully and know we always keep it poppin'

Better tell 'em if they ain't know, I'm put 'em on Shorty
(We know how you be doin' it baby)
How we be doin' it baby?
(We know how you be takin' it off)

How we take it from 'em?
(We know how you be killin' 'em baby)
How we killin' 'em? C'mon
(We know how you be ready to ball)

You know we ready to do it
(We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)
Make 'em crazy now, c'mon
(We know how you be breakin' 'em off)

You know we breakin' 'em off, let's go
(So come and get it down for me baby)
Put it down now
(And make it hotter till they take it off)

Ha, get that money come fuck with us
Hands in the sky keep on livin' do your own thing
All my people holla and let me hear you reply

Say take it off
(Take it off)
Say take it off
(You better take it off)
Say take it off
(Take it off)
Say take it off
(Better take it off)

C'mon baby c'mon, ha, we hold a rock boy
The way we on fire call a nigga hot boy
Hot, we raise the level till we blow the spot boy
And watch the water boil and spill over the pot boy

Listen, I hope you know you need to stop boy
Frontin' and tryin' be somethin' you not boy
Listen again we keep on bangin' and pissin' 'em off
Spazzin' on niggas until we silence or finish 'em off

Better tell 'em if they ain't know, I'm put 'em on Shorty
(We know how you be doin' it baby)
How we be doin' it baby?
(We know how you be takin' it off)

How we take it from 'em?
(We know how you be killin' 'em baby)
How we killin' 'em? C'mon
(We know how you be ready to ball)

You know we ready to do it
(We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)
Make 'em crazy now, c'mon
(We know how you be breakin' 'em off)

You know we breakin' 'em off, let's go
(So come and get it down for me baby)
Put it down now
(And make it hotter till they take it off)

{Yeah, wait, wait, wait hold on come on let me put it right here
What you doin'? What you doin'?
Hold on, hold on, wait, wait, wait, got a rubber?
I don't need no rubber, you look clean}

{Wait the fuck you ain't go no pimples or nothin'
Na, na, you ain't runnin' up in here without no Jimmy
Ah, you fuckin' actin' like that, you better find one
Aight so, aight so, hold on, hold on, don't yo}

{Just stay, just like that, don't even, just stay
I'm not leavin', aight cool, hold on, hold on
I knew I had a condom what the fuck man
Where the fuck is a condom when you need one?}

{It is I, Trojan Man
Oh shit, oh thank God it's you, you got a condom man?
No, I only have one trick cover left and my hormones are risin'
And I want your bitch to taste it, Trojan Man}

{This has been a paid advertisement by Flipmode and Company
And I don't give a fuck what you say 'cause I still believe
You could catch AIDS from tongue kissing a bitch
So remember always strap your shit up, Trojan Man}

Here we go
Ay yo, ladies where you at c'mon c'mon
Ladies where you at c'mon c'mon
You ready to freak out ladies?
Yeah, soldiers
We 'bout to line it up just right
Check it, watch how we do it

[Verse One]
Make way for the kid to come in girl
And let me rock cause I love the way you pop that (C'mon)
Every single time we come to drop that
A lot of freaky women react to a nigga hot track (Lets go)
Then we start to cook up the place
Women watching the nigga with the ready to do the (UGH!) look on their face
(C'mon)
Freak nasty, you know the way you do it all on the guard
And the way you love to speak nasty, another freak pass me (WOO!)
Floss on, in the club ain't even got the draws on
You messing with a nigga better, stop that shit mama
In other words you better watch that shit cause you got that shit
The way your ass sit up all on your back
Its like you need to go shop that, see niggas would cock that
And definitely won't waste it
And while you at it take a lick and just taste it (taste it, taste it, taste it)

[Chorus]
B-b-baby tell me why tell me so
I'd like you to go high you tell me to go low
So I go low, taste the shit, taste it again I like it
Baby tell me why tell me so
I'd like you to go high you tell me to go low
So I go low, taste the shit, taste it again I like it

[Verse 2]
Pass the last courvoisier bottle down the at bar
See a chick that kinda look like a star
And I'm saying even though I wanna to take you home girl
I know its kinda late but you ain't got to come along girl [echo]
Wait a sec you know I know a song girl
Me and you and one of your oth

Here we go now, yea
C'mon, yea, check it

[Verse One]
I said my solo jump off, been boomin since nine-six
My solo jump off, been boomin since nine-six
Hittin trippin the circuit breaker, flickin the light switch
The kid like is he known for givin you wild hits
I keep my name on the way on top of the now list
Bangin on every level, droppin the now shit
It's like the feelin after watchin a couple of (?) flick
And once you hear the kid, you'll be knowin the sound sick
Spaz in the club, watchin the crowd flip
That's when I knew the crown was up for whoever the crown fit
Nowadays while I go bag me a fine bitch
Bitch watchin my pocket, seein we wild rich
Shorty hopin we smellin nothin like foul fish
While you swingin ass at the devil, claimin you righteous
A lot of haters I'm knowin you like this
While you floss unnecessarily, sippin on wild Crist'

[Chorus]
I say LADIES, my MERCEDES
Hold fo' in the back, two if you fat
Feel it all in your gut, your neck and your back
When you step up in the club I know you know how to act
Hey SOLDIERS, get your floss on
Va-let in the lot, park the Yukon
Shorty shakin her waist, and rippin her thong
Now all my people are muggin and singin the song, I'm sayin

[Verse Two]
Shit still boomin in two-thousand and three
My shit still boomin in two-thousand and three
And we don't give a fuck about who you claimin to be
My jewels blind bitches where they ain't able to see
These fools try to talk just a little much to a G
They say the wrong shit, they head just might end upside of a tree
Clear my thoughts just a little, pass me a cup of tea
Takin different constant boats, from the land to the sea
I got my pa

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
I know what 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
I know what 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
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
I know what 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
I know what you want
You know I got it
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 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
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

Come on, yea, ha, ya, Busta Rhymes baby, yea, ha
It's Flipmode baby, yea, come on
We bout to cause a riot nigga

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Got a lot of niggaz rollin' with ya holla
Cause you know we ripped it hotter than them other niggaz
Spot a nigga gettin dollars not another nigga
can do it the way that we cocked and shot another nigga
Think he deserved the way he was boppin with a cherry copper
glitter blood fella send a cop to get 'em
It's funny the way the iron just to drop you quicker
Why I hit y'all with the fire, think I got a winner
Stackin a crib with a chick that make a proper dinner
Black in the range with tint, and chrome aqua spinnin'
Parked right next to the Benz with a soap opera and the TV
up in the dash co-starrin a opera singer
That be the type of bullshit I be on and stay hot
I stop whippin' a Bentley to whip a Mercedes Maeboch
And keep runnin' around the street like my name was Mel Patch nigga
Come through your hood and take your whole block, come on
And while we give it to ya

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
While with me (Come on)
My niggaz stack money to the sky with me (Come on)
My niggaz in the place need to riot with me (Come on)
And set the whole fire with me (Come on)
All of my ladies in the beauty salon look bomb put yo shit on
And wait up in the line for me (Come on)
You come all in the party lookin' fine for me (Come on)
Holdin 'Gnac spill a little red wine for me

[Bridge: Busta Rhymes 9x]
Let's cause a riot
Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo (Come on)

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
It's bout to get a little bit betta, start to get a little cheddar
Pack a big beretta
Check a nigga resume doinc12

See we, we about to take it where
Where it all started
We gonna take em' back
Busta Rhymes now, Flipmode now
My nigga Fingaz now
Check it, yo

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Uh huh, Busta Bus is back in this bitch, holding the spot
Puttin all the pep all in your step now we controllin the rock (Yeah My Nigga)
See how we comin be loadin the docks
Floatin and simply stockin the goods that we makin you flop (Ay yo)
See now we thicker and we be makin you sicker
Stuck like a bumper sticker from how we be dropping it quicker
For all these niggas that be riding and whippin in their truck (Crash)
And buyin another one and do not be givin a fuck (What!)
Flipmode (Yes) cause we knowin we comin to get it
Gather around all my niggas who that be already to set it (Set it)
Fuckin and just break them off, let the women just shake it off
Got them bouncin to take it off for me, Check it!
Cause i've been double dutchin and dosey-do' in on music way before
A lot of these new niggas could figure then pattend all on my flow
Peep on how we coming to rip it and know we gonna wet ya
And rep for my niggas cause I'm coming to get ya
I said...

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Guess who's comin?
With brand new fire to satisfy all the people in the street when it drops
(Let's Go)
Now!
Let me see all the people with me let me see your hand high
let me know you up in the spot (Ay yo I'm sayin)
Everytime we givin you music we give you the kind of music
that makes you bang it loud on your block (C'mon C'mon)
This is to know when I'm comin I'm comin to make you wyle out in the
place that makes you ge

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

[Verse: Busta Rhymes]
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!

[Chorus - 1: Mynx (Busta Rhymes ad-libs)]
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

[Verse: Busta Rhymes]
I hope you know that this is really not a game-

Listen; I am the sun, I am the sea
I am the land, I am the tree
I'm everything you want to be
Cause I be struttin' like a G.O.D
Cause I be struttin' like a G.O.D
Cause I be struttin' like a G.O.D

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Roll out the red carpet baby the god has come
No matter who you are or where you from
Check it I stay be repin the street and reppin the slum
And while you co-starrin' this movie I star is the one, listen
You never imagined that I would become one of the most incredible
Until when ever I'm done
Notice the god like meet you from when I was young
Blessed with such a maculess flow and a venomous tongue
How we keep you holla until you collapse on the lung
With the biggest followin' the nigga slackin a nun
Able to move a mountain of niggaz havin then sprung
Just check out my women but how be havin then strung ass though
Like how the coke be havin them numb
Run up in the spot like I was holdin and clappin' the gun
Now I'm lose for y'all I'm bringin the proof to y'all
Ballin and speckin the truth to y'all

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
The chorus is singin' the words that I fill in my gut
That's why I always step with a bop and walk with a strut
And I always rep for the block and we all for the bucks
And we always step in the spot and be all for the cut
Vallet block two parkin' spots all for the turck
Bounce to the world when I be tired and be gone for the month
And it's all for the slut flowin' like a force of the water
Keepin' it runin so were the niggaz be at
Well they seein me commin'
Summers people keep it clapin' women just give me they lovinc

(Chorus)
Now this is the tale of a murderer who comes from the caucus cliffs
(Busta in background) happy Thanksgiving
he robbed and stole and killed for greed and packed us on slave ships
(Busta in background) happy Thanksgiving
he took us off to stolen lands it seemed like hell for sure
(Busta in background) happy Thanksgiving
with the crack and the guns, death and disease they called for you and your
(Busta in background) 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
(Busta) say it again
the struggle would be lost
(Busta) say it again
the struggle would be lost
(Busta) say it again
the struggle would be lost
(Busta) say it again
the struggle would be lost
(Busta) say it again
the struggle would be lost

(Verse 1)
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

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)
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
Now this

(Chorus)

Ey yo yo yo yo
It was the first shine on the day of my birth I enterd the earth blind,
Funerabole to everything I would first find,
condition of beating nigga's having the wurst mind,
becoming weak like we scavangers of the wurst kind,
from having nothing to plot and makin the earth mine, making the earth mine,
thats kinda big aspirations for a nigga thats just kinda got on his first grind,
but it's aight cause im blowing hold on my first shine,
kinda gas quiker than spas ready to burst mine,
and thoug it seems like obstuckles come at the wurst time,
going from being succesful to commiting the wurst crime,
so quike like a bitch massaging ya whole dick and bustin up,
and it's over sabotagin ya own shit,
we always good when we get it and then abuse and regret it,
cause it's quike as we get it we fucking lose it,
that's what my mother used to tell me.

chorus

seeing a flash that could take it from you like hocus-spocus,
so count your blessings and baby I hope you stay in focus,
wide awake like im drinkin cappucino mocus,
takin on more stress and get to be come and smoke us,
hhhee, like the shit that the setup straight provoc us,
and fall riped them to the shit till it's lightfull and choke it,
a promise you find thruth when you done diggin it out,
stop the shiffering nigga I think I'd just figured it out,
you see we thug visicily and mentally soft kep lies to yourself,
so that your worth and value is lost,
sometime the feeling of the city is wrong,
why we appriciet them all now tupac