1.The Imperial Intro
2.To My People
Chorus
Ya don't stop
To my people in the front
Ya don't stop
To my people in the rear
Say what
Throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop
To my people on the left
Ya don't stop
To my people on the right
Ya don't stop
To my people everywhere
Say what
Throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop
To my people in new york
Ya don't stop
To my people down south
Ya don't stop
To my people out west
Say what
Throw your hands in the air
To my hip hop niggas
Ya don't stop
To my niggas in the street
Ya don't stop
To my niggas gettin money
Say what
Throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop
Uh, straight off the bat
My squad is known across the map
When y'all niggas show love then we show you love back
Y'all niggas want beef
Fuck it take it to the streets
Y'all niggas gon chill
Then we sit down and we build
My squad finally here
Unit of the year
We settin up shop and we aint going nowhere
We want it all
Even if we gotta brawl for it
We want it all
Even if you gotta fall for it
We stage wreckers
Fifty-two car deckers
Reppin to the world till the law come and get us
You jealous fellas
I'm puttin holes in vendettas
Twist your body
With two shells from a shottie pow!
Niggas wanna get me touched
(naw they cant touch you)
Shinin and flossin too much
(naw they can't cross you)
Light on my toes
Left him ten feet
Part from his heat
Play it softly
The truth speaks through this poetry
For me to call shot
Cock block my life
Add a little spice
Devil eyes snake rise on dice
Have your fam call christ
Flipmode battle for mics
All my shit be high priced
I'm slashing dikes
Feel me
Liftin thugs out they crease it's quickly
Shift two keys in two weeks
And gross forty g's
Report me
And live shortly
Slouch cat livin off calibil breeze
You wanna get involved
Better grip on tight
Take the next flight
We got it locked on the next bike
Check it out
I got the eye of a tiger
That's plan to go higher
My squad is on fire
And till death do us
If the label wanna sue us
Yo i'm taking the reels
I'm the man with the gat that be ready to peel
I'm the one next to spliff when it's time to ill
I'ma show by astro red cross and blue shields
Watch us make a move
Catch us on smokin groove
Rules house of blues
Mtv news
On the bus with my flipmode loco (loco)
Takin flicks
Hittin chicks by the dozen (dozen)
Keep a shot runnin
Now i'm on a journey
It take you twenty light years to burn me (burn me)
If you want beef call my attorney
All that other wack shit don't concern me
I'm being felt
I got a title under my belt
I'm out to get the wealth
I'm bout my squad and myself
Chorus
Uhh
Comin correct for all my flipmode brothers
Stats ratin higher then that of single mothers
Peace to my outz clique
Bitches that i bounce with
Everybody else get the gas like auschwitz
Like, flows for real like a rap bitch should
Type takin niggas out like they packaged goods
Rappers wanna contest
They buggin
Straight up and down we run the underground like h. tubman
What, i'm the bomb bitch
Nigga rah
D-i-g got rah
God be my
Witness
Long as i walk this globe
I be spittin more verses than the book of job
Why are you ignoring us
Running into hiding and avoiding us
Niggas on the low be recording us
My rhyme flow remain poisonous
Thus
Yo your shit sound wack still annoying us
We alive nigga aint no destroying us
You better off if you come join with us
Perpendicular
Or analyzing my whole molecular
In particular
Roll with my squad or go singular
I aint into bitches who fuck animals like caligula
More hot shit so get your water sprinkler
Fire extinguisher
Rhyme prime minister
C'mon!
Never mistake me for nobody else
Another blast make you shit on yourself
I hope all y'all know that i always master the art
Rip you apart
Put your hand on my heart
Flipmode number one on the charts
Solo or collective
My perspective the objective
Is to win
All praises due to my squad one in the same
Cherish every blessing i have to make y'all witness my name
Burn another calorie
Come inside my galaxy
Put your money where your mouth is double your salary
Hey dude you know we stay rude high on a aquelude
Bust your shit bouncin in a honda prelude
Let's g off
Nigga ease off
I make you breeze off
Brickfull make you rip your jeans off
Chorus
3.Settin' It Off
(busta rhymes)
Yaaaaaaa-7 seconds
Yo yo yo 25x
(busta rhymes)
I think i'm about to black out
I blow your fucking whick out
Niggaz who taught they catching me fuck that i'm about to rip
out
Ripout and then i flip out make them whack niggaz ship out
Harbor the jet go on vacation and take a trip out
I make you niggaz jump up bitches they want to love us
Open in all over my clit straight watching the niggaz cum up
Other bitches are trouble
Younger bitches go scrub up smelling like you got dug up
Obey to shut the fuck up
I fertilize the world with my sperm
Speaking biblical terms
While we getting at you niggaz still remain in turn
My magnificance any flow will kill an innocent
Straight from up yonder spots
Smellimg like inscense
Iii!! muialate niggaz humiliate niggaz
Beat you in your fucking head just to communicate niggaz
As my squad get bigger you know we gonna multiply niggaz
Blend up the mixtures and fly niggaz you want to take pictures
Kick another
Then i rip another lyric furilla
Gorrila power persona rhyme get money quicker
(spliff star)
C'mon c'mon c'mon
Who drops the rugged on the tape huh'
Shining like the sun on a hot day in jamaica making movements
On the militant killing shit with my crew
Sending mcd to beirut
Nigga fuck you
You cant stop what i started
Multi-check me when one of the seas parted
Its on again spliff i spliff from the bull pen
Bare raucus
Thats how we get down in justice real niggaz love this
I pop shit on wackstas
'cause i aint scared of no motherfuckas'
I smash you bash you smoke you like a blunt then i pass you
Have you standing still like a statue one mother fucker
Before my squad catch you
Chorus
Settin' it off(9x)
During chorus
Flipmode squad always settin' it off yo yo
Real street niggaz always settin' it off yo yo
Big money niggaz always settin' it off yo yo
Bull pen niggaz always settin' it off yo yo
(rampage)
I'm the brooklyn bomber that's gonna self-destruct
Ram i'm coming through i'm gonna tear shit up
You better duck this is kuwait the all out war
You really want mo' from the real hardcore
Yo i'm gonna show you difference from mines and yours
I'm going for broke make the whole underground choke
I'm in the east with my nigga smoke used to hustle bricks
In reberknock now i'm on some musical shit plus i got caught a
note
Niggaz want to vote for my squad
I truly believe the black man is god
My family is mixed when american in yard
Oh long yo yo this is my 10 40
This is for your moms your pops and your shorty
On some ghetto shit nigga pass the 40's
(baby sham)
C;mon c'mon c'mon
Peep the six stars a point pushing luxury cars
I'd be the open wound cat still spittin' mt balls
I mean you all lyrically wild to take it personal
Flipmode i'm about to take the flesh from you
Hold twin gas so dumb dumb splits in tunes
Laying in the hospitol because my eyes seen the size of you
Thought it wasn't possible for me to pull first
So short with big shit so when it blasts it hurts
Evil lurks to lay you down with a curse
Feel moist up cause fool thugs sliced you up
(rah digga)
Digga rippin' first id somethin' wicked
I killed the double cd with just the fucking snip it
Ya'll niggaz think ya'll know me
My style be off the hook like jody
Who battles rack-stack whatever niggaz throw me
You lost it i be on the money like sauce kid
All on up yo face talking how much my shit costing
Kill i rhyme them fronting on me like bitch with koby bryan
Bitch em'all time hit em' with a punch line make sure to hook
tight
All across the board saying how that bitck look like
Tell them shorty is always ready to blink for fame got game
Like that spike lee flick
Now check it
Thats what it go like and we aint getting old unless the 4 mic
Wacth my nigga stick a move on the whole type
It aint doing no shows like the dough right
(chorus)35x
During chorus
Flip mode niggaz always settin' it off yo yo
Real street niggaz always settin' it off yo yo
Big money niggaz always settin' it off yo yo
Bull pen niggaz always settin' it off yo yo
East coast niggaz always settin' it off yo yo
West coast niggaz always settin' it off yo yo
North coast niggaz always settin' it off yo yo
Dirty south niggaz always settin' it off yo yo
Midwest niggaz always settin' it off yo yo
Freaknick bitches always settin' it off yo yo
Virginia niggaz always settin' it off yo yo
D.c niggaz always settin' it off yo yo
Texas niggaz always settin' it off yo yo
Chicago niggaz always settin' it off yo yo
Ayo
We always settin' it off
Fuck that!!
4.Run For Cover
-rampage intro talk-
Yeah, niggas want to talk shit.. in the muthafucking room
I got something for your motherfucking ass...check it out
-rampage verse-
Rampage im coming express through your chest
In the lex-gs, stop talking bs
My watch is still flooded
850 for the budget
Im rugged, cats get gutted, rhyme then stab
Send their rusty ass friend to the lab
You's a crab, i take mines off the top like fab
Hit you with a jab for the 98
Number one in billboard with the triangle shape
Flipmode on every mix tape, watch you cats get scrape
Rampage alexander the great
-1st rampage chorus-
What
Better run for cover for its too late
What
You know we got it locked way out of state
What
-rah digga verse-
Now whose the chick to come ice the cake
Put it through everybody on my licence plate (aight)
Ripping mc's then got a rap chick fiending (fiending)
Celine type creaming (creaming)
Make them rappers poof like them crackers did keenen
Meaning i run that, waiting on mine like im the ll comeback
Wack rappers crawled out from holes
Now you souped cuz you slithered up the todem pole
Flipmode squad affiliate of of time-warner
Send all you punks back to decorate the corner
-second rampage chorus-
Better run for cover for its too late
What
You know we got it locked way out of state
What
-spliff star-
Now baby sham take the safety off hold
-baby sham verse-
There's alot of fake cats that jump in their mans rolls
Come to my show with these fake wallos
Turqoise hid invoiced with plans to blow
See me backstage with the gauge upholds my pantsleg
Hand made suits contracts is in the briefcase
Life negotiate so when i split these pies
Im sexing your dime
Flow for flow batteling rhymes
Talking some crime
Now i gotta split your time (what what)
Get your shit pushed back like these seats recline (yeah)
-repeat second rampage chorus-
-spliff star verse-
Sliff star throw on my scully tipping my brim (uh huh)
Stand on the street corner scuffing up my timbs
Take off my jacket
Pack the four fith cause a racket (thats right)
Freaky fella
Jimmy swaggert (wha)
Kill a sucka
Brothers had it (ha)
Contradiction crucifiction
False leadership richard nixon
Bouncing and switching the lanes all up in the range
Heres a fifty for twenty dollars of gas gimme my change!
-repeat second rampage chorus 2x-
-lord have mercy verse-
Hey its the worlds famous international
Sinner irational (ha)
Nigga who dance with wolves (＊wolf howl＊)
Masterful bash skulls
Crack axles peel out in black fords (＊tire screech＊)
Splatter brains on dashports
Start anthrax wars
See's cast like task force die on a cross (ha)
July 4th blow your hands off (blaaoow!)
Special delivery
Jam cause with ghetto misery when im killabrese of canine
Last name heard it through the grapevine
Killing your blood millineum bug
United states divide with hate crimes
Roll snake eyes
In the concrete jungle of hell
While lord have stays super like the son of jor-el
-rampage chorus changed order-
What
You know we got it locked way out of state
What
Better run for cover for its too late
What
You know we got it locked way out of state
What
-busta rhymes verse-
I be the last nigga
The quick to bust your ass niggas
Do anything in this world to get the cash niggas
I might even get mad and even slash niggas
Rob them and get away in a car and crash niggas
Whats the world gonna do when i drop the smash nigga
Iron all in your face dont make me pull the trigga
Another reason for me to have to poor my own swigga
Thought i was posing for word up but a fed took my picture
Surgeon general i represent the underneath
The ask for shit beef
The worlds greatest fucking thief
Brick layer hardcore smash your front teeth
Wilding it straight giving their mother mad grief
Rob a nigga strip him down leave him in his briefs
Do so much dirt the priest asked me to turn another leaf
Made the priest flip change his whole belief
Started wildin in the club with them niggas starting beef
Act fool
5.I Got Your Back
(busta rhymes)
Catching my fever
Rob the passanger, the last griever
You don't lone my squad？
Fuck ya'll, we don't love your ass neither
Way off the meter
(rampage)
Yo bus, me and spliff, we got heaters
Everything's allright, lets get drink up inside of cheetah's
Go up in cheetah's...
(spliff star)
... and see this motherfucker named peter
Tried to stick me for five bricks but his broads the schemer
(rah digga)
Word is bond, i murder any bitch that fuck with my niggas
(rampage)
Blow a hole up in your body, straight dismantle your figure
(busta rhymes)
A'yo where rah digga？
(rah digga)
Scopin out the little blaze chicken
Bitch stay trickin'
Fuckin with my niggas, gonna get her face kicked in
(busta rhymes)
A'yo spliff, what you starting at？
Them bitches over there
Or them bitches over there
Or them bitches right here？
(spliff star)
Nah, that nigga on line
Motherfucker still drunk off'a bacardi and lime
(baby sham)
Spliff, i feel this way
If it's for my squad, let's play
Back him 'gainst the door
Patch his body with gauze
Mop up the floors
Splatter nigga's blood on the walls
(spliff star)
Bust that nigga's shit
Make the nigga suffer for yours
Busta：and if they run up in your crib again
I got your back
Sham： always keep the heat on me son
I got your back
Ramp：i'ma hold you down until i die
I got your back
Digga：and if you ever need stacks, yo
I got your back
Spliff： if i kill him and get knocked
I got your back
Busta：and if your bail is a hundred g's
I got your back
Ramp： any nigga try to set you up
I got your back
Spliff： yo let me set this shit off first, what!？
I got your back
(spliff star)
Fuck waiting
Bash his face for a statement
Cock the stainless
Make his whole chest cave in
(busta rhymes)
Ooh, shit is changing
My whole adreneline is racing
Blow this nigga shit like horror flicks
Wes craven
(baby sham)
A'yo bus, spliff, chill
(fuck you talkin' bout？)
Don't do that nigga nothing (fuck that!)
Blow that nigga's family up just for fronting
(spliff star)
Yo where the bitch that was with the nigga？
(rah digga)
Caught her with the left
Choked her by the halter, bitch bloody to death
Then the ho starts crying 'bout her hair and nails
Gettin' stomped with the shells...
(rampage)
...i heard the bitch-nigga yell
Caught peter, man, by the speaker
Looked me in the eye and didn't even know
I was his brother's keeper
Slap the nigga, through him in the sleeper
(spliff star)
Deeper and deeper
Nigga's vision start to black out, straight grim reaper
Still lookin for that nigga peter
(baby sham)
Chill, let's bounce
Spliff is high on 'bout a half an ounce
If he's hiding, we gon' find him on the eye of a needle
(rah digga)
Yeah that's the shit i'm talking bout
Let's go fuck with his peoples
Nigga got a sister？
(busta rhymes)
Yeah, she work up in kids world
I don't know for sure, but i think the nigga live with is girl
(spliff star)
There the nigga goes, let's hit him with the 4-5 chrome
(baby sham)
Chill spliff, we gon' trail this nigga's bitch ass home
Rush the crib
(rah digga)
Kill the bitch while she ain't even looking
Still all fucked up from the last ass-whuppin
Chop the bitch up
(baby sham)
Caught up in this foul mix-up
Tore wide open, bitch'll need a major stitch-up
Dig a ditch up where no blood-hound'll sniff up
(busta rhymes)
Yo, bury that bitch, don't leave a scent for dogs to pick up
(rampage)
Oh shit, yo i hear somebody coming
＞from the upstairs bathroom where i hear the water running
(spliff star)
Fuck that! there the motherfucker go right there
I want a morgue for him, make that nigga's crew pall-bear
Yo let me lift him
(rah digga)
Wait, before that, let me go kiss him
(spliff star)
Put five in his head and wrap him in the bedspread
Fled from the scenery without nobody seeing me
(busta rhymes)
My squad sworn to secrecy
If anybody ask about him we ain't seen him recently
I got your back
Busta：any nigga ever try to front
I got your back
Sham： and if you ever need my burner son
I got your back
Ramp：a'yo i hit you with my last, god
I got your back
Digga：any bitch step outta place
I got your back
Spliff： and if i gotta co-defend you
I got your back
Busta：let me snuff that nigga talking shit
I got your back
Shame： i go against the world for my squad
I got your back
I got your back (4x)
6.This Is What Happens
Ayo rah who dat nigga？
Rah digga , rampage
Yo man
The word on the street is flipmode has arisen
True , aight
There's alotta player haters that's tryin na playa hate y'all
Fuck outta here , word up
Do you have something to say rah digga？
Motherfucking right , ayo rah yo rah yo rah
Bitches write her own rhymes what niggas aint fucking wit us
Rah , yo check it rah
Cool like
What
Talked about who rips it right
Always keep a crowd goin like a schoolyard fight
Always hold it down lovely when it's time to bulid
Been doin musical chairs like levert, sweat, and gill
Who doubt me niggas on the internet shout me
Playin me close or leave your bitter house stout b
Pullin chips if it's a bet you want
I'll demolish you and your fuckin debutom boy
Talkin bout she rap now y'all niggas is sick
I'll be milky like ways or milky like wick or
Whatever type phrase rappers choose to model
I'll take it right from you then have my peoples rob you
Flunky , all the stations gon pump me
Street shit i show another face like humpty
Niggas , that's my word is bon
We gon hit you with the heat like you motherfucking spawn
Chorus： rampage and rah digga
This is what happens
When you fuck with my clique
This is what happens
When you bitin niggas shit
This is what happens
When you can't make a hit
This is what happens , this is what happens , this is what
happens
When you fuckin wit my crew
This is what happens
What a nigga 'posed to do
This is what happens
We got street shit to
This is what happens , this is what happens
Nowadays mc's get kicked to the curb (curb)
Rampage i'ma spark y'all that's my word
Me and digga we in the game that's superb (perb)
Gettin all the money and plaques on reserve (uh)
When i'm in y.o. with swizz and the ruff ryders (or)
I'm chillin in the bricks with zee and the outsidaz (sidaz)
All you other cliques be frontin y'all dick riders (riders)
You damn right i got the whole enchiladas (ladas)
Drinkin iced teas plus , pina coladas (ladas)
My flipmode niggas we be the brooklyn globetrotters (trotters)
Now i'm seein chips like erica strata
Yo my favorite rap album was tribe, midnight marauders (uh)
I'm takin you back like afrikaa bambattaa
I'm hittin you , hittin you with the force (force)
Catch me in the vibe , rap city , or the source
Source , source , source
Motherfucker
Chorus
Rampage , i'm the biggest thing in life (life)
Don juan , shut down your pentagon (gon)
Watch me get the millions , with my flipmode affilions
Like vodka , fuck up your liver watch i deliver (liver)
Your body decompose in the river
Pass through like cold breeze feel your body shiver (shiver)
Microphone killer, finga on the trigga , ramp to rah digga
Digga
Gotta stay focused can't lose the drive
Help my moms and my pops quit they nine to five
Get it now for the c case i don't survive
That's why (that's why) that's why (that's why)
I'ma take all the crap that be in this game
And don't think i'm a bitch or succumb to fame
If i'm puffin on lah don't remember your name
That's why (that's why) that's why (that's why)
Chorus
This is what happens
Yeah it's gon happen , its gon happen (y'know what i'm sayin)
Rah digga , rah digga
Rampage the lieutenant , what
Dj scratch , scratch baby , forever
Huh , spliff a spliff huh they can't touch us
Flipmode squad can't touch us
We comin for your ass , comin for your ass
Yeah
7.Everybody On The Line Outside
-busta rhymes verse-
Flipmode word bond
Flipmode coming word bond
Flipmode here word bond
Feel no fear word bond
Uh-uh-uh uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh uh-uh
1998 hot shit
Hitting you off baby you do it like this yo
Crazy maybey a nigga look shadey
Admire the nigga and let me shine baby
Shine my nickel 380 yo its all gravy
Never play me, follow orders you better obey me
Sisco and dance all in the discos
Crib show with alot of bitches from here to frisco
Yah-yay my nigga or yippe yai yo
Met a spanish chick i think her name is santiago
The way she blow i never been blowed before
Beyond a level where i could'nt take it no more
Put it on shorty then i bounce through the backdoor
She said hold on baby come here blaze it on the floor
Now i finish with that
Nigga give me my trap
Staking whole lot of money get me before i finish my rap
Think your shit dont stink
Drunk crossed eyed nigga
Walk crooked still spilling your drink
Jam on!
-busta rhymes chorus-
Everybody's on the line outside
Make you feel good make you come for the ride
Going do it to my people till your're satisfied
Cant do it like this no matter how much you try
I know you want to wild out come inside
＞from the left to the right lets coincide
All night flipmode coming open wide
Wave your hand up in the air until your hands get tired
-rampage verse-
Now im on charge
The party's going down at the club mirage
Rampage im still large
Coming in the door with my flipmode squad
Vip pass flex on the blast
Honey's in the corner yo i got to think fast
Play my game right if i want some ass
If i want to spend some cash, moet all night
Dont look at me wrong man your pokets aint tight
I got a rolly that'll shine all night
This is that jam that make you ballers want to fight
And all you pretty ladies just wild for the night
Put your bottles in the air from your left to your right
Its rampage you can call me legendary
I drink alize with a little cranberry
I clear my throat
Got the flyest mink coat
I told you before yo im going for broke
Gebose
-repeat chorus-
-lord have mercy verse-
Rotate the club
Locate the love
Pulsate with the squeeze ass
Double g cans fatigue shafts
Out your league math
Jeeps crash dent like bean bags
New york city rub squishy touch and theme tags
Not a dollar to loose
Man let me hollar at you
Never head wobble with fool
Tomorrow was cruel to flock on the moon
La la bye messaging your crew
Travel at high speeds
No id
God on the move
Pardon me duke
Nationwide thick base collide
The gritty groove, smash fifty-two
And levitate your side
Who want it？
Your back weak running like athletes
Get on it
Huh blaze the streets with no warning
Andale andale my people move for the montary
Jack cheese collapse streets now put the john away
Put the john away, put the john away
-repeat chorus 2x-
-busta rhymes-
Yeah flipmode raw deluxe hot shit
1998 1999 year 2000
Say what lord have mercy
Say what rampage the last nigga
Say what busta rhymes the lyrical
Say what say what say what
8.Last Night
(busta rhymes)(chorus)
Comin in the dance last night(uh hum)
Busta boy fear last night(uh oh)
Me couldn't find me nine(um hum)
So me go, pull out me knife(so me say)
(repeat 2'x)
(spilff star)
A lot of brothers don't like me
Screw me when the site me
Pop a lot of shit, but they scared to death to fight me
See me on the stage wit bust on some rap shit
They see me in the club wit bust on some lap shit
Befrore this rap shit, it was the corner crack shit
But now i'm on the world on some autograph shit
Spliff-a-spliff drop the 4 5th round the waiste
So if you want war, let me deal with the case
Ain't nothin to it, brother i got the heart to do it
Blast in, cover the sidewalk wit ya fluid
Ya niggas stupid, ya got brains, brother use it
Ain't nithin gonna stop my black ass, from gettin cash
On the real, that's how deeply i feel
A born again hooligan, hungry for this meal
Got the iced- out platinum rings that you wanna steal
Come get it, watch ya whole shit get wetted
Street colonel cat, got enough cats to set it
So if you ain't doin shit , ya niggas need to dead it
Watchin my money, it cost bullets in ya tummy
It's all ral here, there ain't no fear here
You mess around here, you catch ya death here
I mean it, you could front, but you believe it
Nigga guard your life before i turn around and steal it
Look into my eyes and analyze what you deal wit
If i can't find you, i take it out on who you be wit
Type of bitch nigga i would never smoke a tree wit
(busta rhymes)(chorus)
Repeat 2's
(busta rhymes)
Nowadays we blow like smoke out the exhaust
Contamenatin smoke still makin me cough
I mean we bout to turn this wak shit off
Wak niggas is sick wit the flu sippin chicken broth
Now here's another winnin ripoff
Gettin money, eatin fine cuisine like buttered shrimp and rice
pilaf
Stay heavily armed, alakun salom
Watch you bitch ass suffer til you got to beg for ya moms
Now turn the truck on, get ya fuck on, got you stuck on
Stupid right between yo legs, get yo suck on
Drink bottles, treat niggas like gus d'amoto
Eat avacado, soon to go purchase a white diablo
Niggas know my motto, lets get money, macho camacho
Applaud another rapper, lets go collect the nacho
Oh shit, hope you don't slip, another murder commit
The episode comin on teen summit
Little corny nigga talk too quick, think he slick
Throwin a brick, yappin off, lyin on his dick
Too late, you'll be the type o' nigga that i love to hate
Brutally bust ya shit like a nigga turned primate
Time of the year, feel great, clean slate
Throw a nickle plate, property shoppin to but a landscape
How they say street niggas 'ill never have
Now we possess the 5s wit the cherry red nav
Doin things like signin graffiti on autograph
Gettin so much money staff calculate the math
Laugh you know the half, eyin in the stash
Mediatin watch the wind blow the blunt ash
You had a blast , now how long you gonna last
Ice grillin for nothing, you make yoself ass
Brace yoself one more time, know what i mean dun
Violate cross the foul line, it be yo last one
(chorus til end)
9.Where You Think You Goin'
Intro：
Yeah, where you think you goin. where you think you goin.
Ladies and gentlemen, it the unit for the 9-8.
Flipmode squad baby. that my word.
All you sucker mc , try to hide this stuff. come back here.
Where you think you goin, nigga. come back here.
Y ll niggaz ain seein jack. shit !!!
Verse 1： baby sham
Aiiyo, speak the truth.
Too short to let it hurt. some talk dirt, and be the first
slangin hertz.
Freestylin of the hum of the birds.
Fall back when i shine on my shine, two shows follow behind.
It a fucked up vehicle. switchin my lines.
Hotel asks a nigga： 'could i share my dimes？
Picture that, when you scared to draw toes.
Playin me close.
Rollin with the dogs wearin yesterdays clothes.
Left a fouled sin into my squad without permition.
I started dissin, hopin you listen. pay attention.
Fatheresly. the shadow leads you back to the hood.
You wanna switch up because some niggas stalked you up.
Or is the fact that they thought you was rollin with us.
Left you all draged, like two trains crashin it up.
Verse 2： spliff starr
Aiiyo, spliff starr drama.
Bullet him to sonna.
Type of nigga that would sell crack to your mama.
Take the cash and give me a bind marijuana.
Check me bound, and some turn bull panic .
Back in the days. i off the drugs like a sonna.
Nigga pushin ! boy. kill emselves like no other.
Kid don like blues brothers.
Cold weather rock the ramma.
Lye in front off the jerry d.a. and ya .
I represent street niggas, carry heat niggas.
Wants to keep niggas. ain nothing but these sweet niggas.
I stay tooken. gun but cha scar open.
If you fuck wit my squad nigga where you think you goin.
Corus：
Where you think you goin.
Where you think you goin.
Aiiyo, what you doin nigga.
Where you think you goin.
Where you think you goin.
Where you think you goin.
Aiiyo, what you movin for.
Where you think you goin.
Where you think you goin.
Where you think you goin
Aiiyo, what you doin nigga.
Where you think you goin.
Verse 3： busta rhymes
You think that you can run (ha)
You think that you can hide (haa)
You best believe you still comin. i think you better slide.
While you stay bitchin, another nigga missin.
Bodies snatch you up.! behold the cream. .
Cought in hells kitchen. my trigger fingers itchin.
Nervous system fucked up.
That why my nerves twitchin.
Inslave your mentality. nigga brain fried.
We after you, runnin sergeon for a free ride.
Where you think you goin son ？
We gon？catch you soon.
We here to take over this shit.
Pour the tycoon.
Blossom and gloom. capture any nigga sober in a little dark
room.
Ha ha ha ha ha.
Verse 4： rah digga
Uh oh. you lil league boy i know your beats.
You sound bullshitely, you rock .
Swearin you to ball, when you know you e wack.
In a studio settin of a reverands track.
Boy ! rah gets busy, my shit be way slaver.
Curder rapper ernest like the one slave labour.
One first be like the bitch tap oil.
Loyal to my niggas. enemies are fucked around, and riders rappin
for you.
Spot stays blowin. goin？to the top.
Where you think you e goin.
Pocket stay throwin. smooth like the lowin.
Rap chick flowin.
Where you think you e goin.
Chorus
Verse 5： rampage
I a hard man at work.
Lyrical expert.
Look out before you get hurt.
Bury the dirt. line for line.
Ramp i be the mastermind.
That be full time watch me shine.
I know the seven sign.
I rich, and still life is a bitch.
Losin？snitch like camey fake beggar.
Jim baker. i take you e life like the undertaker.
Flipmode money-maker, make that kill for this paper.
It on the poppin.
People wanna know when the album droppin.
Start talkin. keep walkin.
Flatbush new york and we live for you.
Sling for you.
My squad struck oil.
Now we coppin platinum things.
Diamond rings. nice cosy things.
And a party for free.
From the tunnel to envy.
Ramp the rugged mc.
My squad ke! eps growin.
Where you think you goin.
Verse 6： lord have mercy
Chief gunnin to.
Splash rain potters pooves.
Fuck is you. start stand peach.
Chuff for choose.
Scoffer booves.
Now low muscles moves.
Smash crew like statue with jungle jewels.
Son gets school, wit the dummin crew.
Pay double dues. cradle to the graves, hustle grooves.
Flesh tissue. death kiss you. no love for you.
Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
And me the most wanted fool.
Unfriendly in horrical, make power moves.
Snatch colors loose. a dollar rule.
Raw business shit in my hands, and shakes yours with it.
Till you cause fridget.
Local or long distance.
Gets master served.
And crash a burn
Like james evans when i blowin.
Fuck is wrong wit cha.
Where you think you e goin.
Where you think you e goin.
Where you think you e goin.
Chorus (＊fades＊)
10.We Got Cha Opin(Part 2)
(rah-digga)
I be the worst like nick
To all them mc thugs
Like them 4 little kids
And the teacher gettin plugged
I don't give a fuck style
Tell me come jiggy
I rock kix and swishees
Coppin moet wit 2 counterfeit 50's
What？
Dirty girl rhyme spit mucous
Speech uncoothe
And raise the roof like lukas
12 years done rocked through all phases
Watch your peeps scream the bitch was the blazest
(spliff starr)
Niggas run they mouth about my click
Not smart
I bust your bloodclot
Then drop you upon the sidewalk
(chi-chi-chi-blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a vicious blow
You know my style
Spliff the foul
Through your stereo
Spliff starr ignorant immigrant
I'm gettin it
Money, fast car, fine broads, what
I'm hittin it (that's right)
Raw shit i'm spittin it
At you and yours
Make you feel the pain nigga
Like the dick to your balls
Thug blood fluid
Pumpin in the face of my music
Drop the street shit
Watch the whole world rock to it
Nigga squad!!!
(baby sham)
Squad had em opin
Had his bitch scopin
Sittin by the bar
Sippin heinken's totein
Pinky rings glowin
Triple beams to the club
My man is half thug
Giving me pound and holdin grudge
Feelin my shit
So i can put a lock on your clik
Your style is past tense
Hold on, hold on
You just started rappin
Ever since you heard the shit
We fuckin wit it's platinum
Slow your growth
Stop the show
Go at you both
Hit you with more bars than soap
Sham is the name
Feelin invain
Fiendin for dope
(buckshot)
Yeah, you know we got cha opin!!!
Hook：
Don't front, you know we got cha opin kid
Don't front, you know we got cha opin kid
Don't front, you know we got cha opin kid
Don't front, you know we got cha opin kid
Don't front, you know we got cha opin kid
Yo, stop frontin, you know we got cha opin kid
Don't front, you know we got cha opin kid
Stop frontin, you know we got cha opin kid
(ramoage)
Niggas made me mad
And now i wanna clap shit (uh)
I reign supreme in this muthafuckin rap shit
I lost my mind
I can't get it back
The way that i'm spittin, yo
I spit ya fuckin wig back
Don't front, my squad got you opin
Hit you with a buck fifty
Here's a token
Ramp is smokin
I'm no joke and
I leave your face broken
This is survival of the fittest
Get wit us
All you critics and bullshitters
My nine goes bang
I'm talkin street slang
I'm reppin flipmode
Plus i'm doing my thang
On the side
We won't let it ride
Nigga don't hide
(lord have mercy)
Landlord innovator
Switch lanes no indicator
The general, cash generator
Master and saviour
Nigga stay massive in nature
When tooth shatter ya die bone
In the savage cyclone of cops, sirens, and cases
Who read the bible for basics？
When i'm crooked eye with rivals
Horizontal in god's places
Suspicious of all
Now who dat？？？
Quick on the draw
Lick a paw
For loved ones blood runs cold in the winter wars
Check the criminal thoughts
Villains warp with the invisible force
Know the ledge
Stay focused like photo lens
And spread wings like cobra heads
Till i'm old and dead
(busta)
Hot shit, toxic
You know we blocks shit
Traffic in the streets system
All in your jeep knocks shit
Julio for no reason back the fifth
And he cocks it
Rock shit, we make niggas mad
And wanna pop shit
Massive and attractive
Niggas is captive
Chemotherapy needed
Lyrics radioactive
When i hit hard
It get my dick hard
In my backyard
Analyze the stars
On how to defeat all odds
In a new zone
I'm on a new phone
Make most of the wackest rapper niggas
Wanna find a new home
Like rasco jeans
My style flip two-tone
Pass my blue chrome
Here's one of the best of busta rhymes own
My debut made you
Wonder who
Shit blazes so much
You wish you could play out
So you could blaze, too
Before i shout you
Or give reason to doubt you
I study shit and re-analyze everything about you
My rhymes on the preserve
Niggas know we deserve
Everything up in your stash and in the reserve
Fuck that!!!
Hook up all my lyrics on the echos and the re-verbs
Never fuck with these herbs
My squad remains superb
(buckshot)
(heh) walkin thru the streets
Undercovers follow us, stress
Muthafuckas on the regular to bust
Trust us
We don't get enough
Nigga wha-what？
Dirty baggy jeans
Black napsack with something for ya gut
Wooly-type skully
Fully strapped, black bulletproof, and match
Quick,
Whip up a batch
Of bullets to blow up the map
Shit
Collapse, perhaps doing this in the raps
In the long time, ya trapped
Buck make em react
God verse attack
Let em know the moon is still black
And it's a fact...
Don't front, you know we got cha opin, kid
Don't front, you know we got cha opin, kid
Don't front, you know we got cha opin, kid
Yo stop frontin, ya know we got cha opin
Don't front, you know we got cha opin, yo
Don't front, you know we got cha opin, kid
Don't front, you know we got cha opin, kid
Yo stop frontin, you know we got cha opin
Huh, word life
Mad niggas opin
Yeah, word life
Flipmode, muthafuckin buckshot
Mad niggas scopin
Buck to ya brain!!!!!
11.Straight Spittin'
Straight spittin'
Flipmode squad
_the_imperial_
I'll bust all you cats in the game for malpractice
I'm in jersey, where i'm paying no taxes
I'll stick your girl, agnus
Flipmode bring the madness
Platinum status, rampage i'm the baddest
Check the credit, yo you might as well dead it
I said it, fuck the edit, it's uncut
Nigga what, it's crunch time for me to shine
I'm a show you easily for me to take mines
Pass my nickel plated nine, call me einstein
Buck a shot two times and stick you for your rhyme
Put you in a pine box
You and your whole family's on detox
Hustlin crack for reeboks
Holy socks, cut you with my ox
Rampage got the city locked
And your function, to the flat bush junction
Causin rambunction, watch me do you somethin
Baby sham on some new shit
New and exclusive
5'3', caramel, tight grip on a four fifth
Leave em all stiff, blow smoke from this foul drift
Nigga with the 6 story, throw em off the cliff
As i speak the shit to put my name on the list
The small thug with a slug put a mark on his wrist
A tattoo of pyramids, puttin hollows in clips
Peeped your gat, jammed tight, ross your lookin to riff (what
the fuck？)
Qb's type shit, cause we runnin your clique
See me in the drop, with your six, sayin she snitched
But never that, cuz-o, high beam through the window
My lookouts move slow, they heard you never blast though
Got a safe in your crib, sham, you know the code
Search, spoke out, 3, 2, 1, that's zero
Took the c notes and flip mode left on the quietest note
Swallowed these then cleared your throat
Bitch ass, you should have spoke
＊gimmie an f＊
Fuck the bullshit, fire my gun
Fly a nigga head, fuck it for fun
Fuck where you from
＊gimmie an l＊
Layin on beaches, killin all leeches
Love to break a liar face
Pick up the pieces, yo
＊gimmie an i＊
Intelligence eliminates all irrelavance
Icon of immaculate rhyme common sense
＊gimmie a p＊
Powerful professional
Poppin my pistol
Make a pack of people paranoid like 20 pitbulls
＊gimmie an m＊
Master of all missions
Maker of decisions
Head on collisions
Massacre the meat rack, ask the women
＊gimmie an o＊
Got niggas open, open heart surgery
Rhyme so official, overthrow governments
Shit is nursery
＊gimmie a d＊
Diggin my dick all inside your chick
Dominate the heavyweight division
Rhymin district
＊gimmie an e＊
Everlasting slang
Eternal ebonics
Lyrical e-mail
Stabalize livin in all my economics
＊squad＊
Group of men, women
Unified force
Squadron
Movin like one in unison
Beg your pardon
What they call me
A hundred on a harley
Out of nowhere, and keep you surfin like brawley(sp？)
Narley! i'm the bitch with the pistol
Woody woodpecker or l.l. at the bristol
Official stand, hold it down in trent
Then link up at the tunnel with the rest of my camp
Paper like meade, i'm in the mix like speed
And be screamin on the mic till my tonsils bleed
Yeah that's the way it is
Like when a kid get chirstened
Like comin to the bricks to find your whip missin
Rockin uptown, on down to west howston
Houston, peace to my bitches that's boostin
After juicin, i'm a straight black ball a rapper
Tap a nigga's nerves like them hackers
Be goin on the modem, i get the call from the dispatcher
Then show them mother f'ers what i'm after
Yo i back slap a wack mc for trying to be
Something he not, pull his card, blow up his spot
Nigga talkin bout murder but ain't committin one
Niggas talkin bout gats but ain't bustin one
Yo, i see you in the (？) portayin like you a thug
Yea, your man got a gatt, but he ain't bustin no slug
You
You's a local black spokesman, i split your front open
Viscious knife wound, fucked up like ron goldman
Spliff, i spit, fully equipped for any bullshit
Grew up with the bad and ugly, quick to pull shit
Ignorant, vulgar, on your taperecorder
Idol to your son and probably lover to your daughter
Fatman son, wilted grandson, (？) nephew, frank the cousin
,more--(82%)
＊uh huh, one more time, uh huh, spliff, come on＊
Bust my gun, like columbians
Make niggas colapse like fucked up lungs
Better obey the laws of the land
Or lay still like soldiers of fortune in nam
Closed coffin with flags folded in half
Triangular shape, blow out the candles with grace
For fabulous tastes, some will, battle for space
Pay the ultimate price, poltergeist
Put the holy ghost in your life, bring you closer to christ
Focus your dice, when the vulture's in flight
Resculpture the mic, then smash heads like the opium bite
Prophet in vein, metropolis claim body and soul
Id's controlled in the optical frame
Never stoppin the game
Remove your squad with steady plans
I body slam punks like superstar billy gramm
＊straight spittin...word is bond...flip mode squad...striaght
spittin...lyrical
Ass whippin...we straight spittin....＊
12.Money Talks
Intro：busta rhymes
Yeah , see , see , nowadays , young niggas get alot of money
See the fact is that young niggas is self employed now
We livin in a time frame where it's all big business
We gotta understand that the young niggas is runnin big business
This is how we gon do it , check it out
Before i sing another song (ha)
Nigga owe me money i take away your belonging (ha)
No prolonging (hoo)
Till you give me my money you see me every mornin (ha)
Got somethin wicked for all the niggas you callin (ha)
Fuck with the stallin (ha)
Split a nigga till his shit leave him a little boy (hoo)
Watch a nigga crawlin (ha)
Pay my money or you better keep you hall in (ha)
Dig up on my get money niggas so keep fallin (ha)
Cheers makin you happy keepin your bubble pourin (ha)
Gettin money on corners or even if you tourin (hoo)
Older cats used to do the big money scorin
Now they once upon time money niggas who start fallin (hoo)
Chorus： busta rhymes
Niggas wanna analyze my money like a hawk
Money talks , bullshit won't
Alotta jealous niggas wanna see me outlined in chalk
Money talks , bullshit won't
Flipmode get money stay holdin down the fort
Money talks , bullshit won't
Bless every livin soul we got playin the money sport
Money talks , bullshit won't
I work so hard to get what i got , number one spot
Now i'm hot hot hot
(what what)
I'm hot hot hot
(what what)
I'm hot hot hot , yeah
Mansion and a yacht , baby blue nav in the lot
Ice on my hands , i got future plans , travelin to distant lands
A hundred g cash , money comin out my ass , first to first class
Now i'm a rap nigga livin like fast
Keep my enemies close , watch what i gross
That's why i pack my toast , nowadays cats adios , uno , dos
Yoy fall off and you can't come back
You get the hit single , your album sound wack
I give you the leeway , you sound like us , rock like us
Squad like us , yeah
Chorus
Niggas killin me , talkin that hope you don't change shit
Hell yeah bitch , from the door i get on some mad gear shit
Type vibe carry studs in my ear shit
Who the fuck type yellin , say crud sellin
Ain't said hi in years think i'ma pay they bail and
The 9-8 people get this right
I be a diamond in the rough like the arabian night
Goin after ends , only keepin friends
Makin they own moves , drivin they own benz
I'm supposed to change you just didn't
Stuck in low income homes blamin clinton
Bitch like me , gon rock till my last batch of breath
With a grade full of ascap checks
Chorus
Corporate niggas want my money gotta take me to court(addition)
Yo
Spliff doin things , pursuin things , i'm gettin money
Chop the hand off the man who try to take from me
My guns go pow from brook to moscow
Tear a hole in your biddad for messin wit my triddad
Stack ones into lump sums you know the motto
See me on your block with black rob throwin bottles
I'ma a hard act to follow , love girls that swallow
So crazy i don't know where i'ma be at tomorrow
Yeah , i heard that money talks so i wrote this commentary
Every move that i make for sure is monetary
Our squad legendary , i'ma bump it till you hear me
Spliff doin love scenes on big screens with halle berry
Outro： busta rhymes
Ahee hee hee hee hee
See , it's a serious serious serious thing now
Big business , allows young niggas , to comfortably eat
Every motherfucking day now , ahee hee hee hee , aight
Struggle process is now kept to a minimum , ahee hee hee
Yeah , i think i'm about to go buy me a couple of motherfucking
sneakers , a
Couple bags of weed , a motherfucking 500s98cl version
And a couple of bitches , ah ha ha ha ha ha
13.Cha Cha Cha
(intro ／ spliff star)：
Hah...
Rah digga...
Spliff star...
Flipmode...
In ya face nigga...
You wanna battle nigga...
(spliff star)：
Yo, yo, yo!
It's my time to shine and i'm a shine bright
Sodomize the mic
Get the crowd hype
Make 'em want to fight
You see the rhymes i construct
The flows i conduct
It fucked up the party like somebody got bucked
Nigga word!
I lays it down flat like a door mat
Get head in every state wherever i toured at
Spliff ah spliff
Duh-ty nigga what the undisputed
Counting traps
Taking trip out the cacilac
Smokin' quan-quan
Doggie style chicks in the montreaon
Cracking many bar
Fuck it
Nigga grab an averon
Me spliff, be the fucking tailor of my fashion
Fuck what niggas think
Watch a nigga turn platinum
(chorus ／ busta rhymes)：
Ya'll niggas wanna get down
Ya niggas wanna battle
Eh, what ya'll wannna do
Let's cha cha cha cha cha
Ya'll niggas wanna get down
Ya niggas wanna battle
Just what ya'll wannna do
Let's cha cha cha cha cha
Ya'll niggas wanna get down
Let's cha cha cha cha cha
Ya niggas wanna battle
Let's cha cha cha cha cha
Eh what ya'll wannna do
Let's cha cha cha cha cha
Cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha
(rah digga)：
Digga, digga
First name rahshea
Sweetest person had no idea
Just like that honey flipped three times
With nickles and dime staking rhymes by the eon
Situation around the way with my women
Looking spiffy wit the vendi type linen
Totin' herbals
We got papers like staples
Marla marples
Didn't think i could take you
Confrontation now niggas wanna run up
Trying to flex muscle on a bitch tring to come up
Rhymes hotter than concrete statues in eygpt
Roll they ass out like they parapilegic
Boy! i got shit for the brain
You faker than them new heads calling me by my nickname
I shatter an ego quick
I be that chick
The wrong niggas gonna be round to see that shit
(chorus ／ busta rhymes)：
Ya'll niggas wanna get down
Ya niggas wanna battle
Eh, what ya'll wannna do
Let's cha cha cha cha cha
Ya'll niggas wanna get down
Ya niggas wanna battle
Eh, what ya'll wannna do
Let's cha cha cha cha cha
Ya'll niggas wanna get down
Let's cha cha cha cha cha
Ya niggas wanna battle
Let's cha cha cha cha cha
Eh, what ya'll wannna do
Let's cha cha cha cha cha
Cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha
(baby sham)：
Get the royal blue nab and swing my way
On some real party shit if you hold your way
I can hold mine
You wanna battle blow some lines
Rocks gleam on the top of my wrist
You want this
Be the same dude that hop on the pubic splits
You can't hold this
You jealous cause ya shorty want this
Dig her back out in front of my crib
Her man staked out
On the rare the cloud sh...shut your mouth
What you chap 'bout, the same shit
Been on for chris
The style got you twist up
Walk wit face ice grilled up
Some cat pulled up in a black surburb
Let me move first so i can park my shit on the curb
Ya moves slow get bashed in from q.b. to aspen
I'm short for reason
You spoke and should have passed that
Don't ask my age cause the world made me like that
Blast a hole in ya face soon as my nine cock back
(chorus ／ busta rhymes)：
Ya'll niggas wanna get down
Ya niggas wanna battle
Eh, what ya'll wannna do
Let's cha cha cha cha cha
Ya'll niggas wanna get down
Ya niggas wanna battle
Let's, what ya'll wannna do
Na cha cha cha cha cha
Ya'll niggas wanna get down
Let's cha cha cha cha cha
Ya niggas wanna battle
Let's cha cha cha cha cha
Eh, what ya'll wannna do
Let's cha cha cha cha cha
Cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha
(outro ／ busta rhymes)：
Yeah...
Rah digga...
Sliff star...
Baby sham...
Flipmode squad nigga...
Fuck is the deal...
'98 shit...
'99 shit...
2000 shit...
2001 shit...
2002 shit...
Eternal shit motherfucker...
Stay tuned...
14.Hit Em Wit Da Heat
Yeah, lieutenant what!
Yeah, motherfucka
It's flipmode
Yeah yeah, spliff, check it out, uh
Ramp, i've been ill since back in the days
Rockin' shell-toed addidas with rags for my waves
Flipmode be the unit now i'm playin' for the braves
I'm hardcore nigga that's straight from the gutter
I used to play scully plus, hot peas and butta
Now i'm the nigga that's runnin' in your baby motha
Burgundy ac, you can call me ramp lova
And now i'm toppin' pokey with my louisville slugger
My squad is sick niggas who pop shit get pistol whipped
Get your wig pushed back, i react and snap
Like kodak, these cats get the picture
Put on level black suede timbs and come and get ya
My target is your feature
We all sport hoods like grim reapers
We shine in the dark blink of an eye the last spark
Get closed up, first thug nigga hold up
21st side see me rounding it up
Chorus： busta rhymes
See when we come through we got nuf shit to flaunt
Got u feelin' it and your cousin even your aunt
Violate, we coming like ghost we gonna haunt
Hit you with the heat is that what you really want？
What you really want is that what you really want？
We hit you with the heat is that what you really want？
What you really want is that what you really want？
We hit you with the heat is that what you really want？
Y'all niggas wanna test my squad, i doubt it doubt it
All that murder talk, gun talk, you talk, i'm 'bout it 'bout it
Nigga feel my vibe niggas see my vision
P-y-p nigga play your position
I fuck up this game and make the ref' blow the whistle
My squad be the official, clique in this rap shit
Diss me on the record and watch, you get your ass kicked
Catch me on church ave, flickin blunt ashes
Crazy, thinkin i can't rock buttas
Wont take shit without no type floders
Hectic, rah on the ill dialect shit
Deliveries harder then girls in obstectrics
Ready to stay on
Smoother then rayon
Takin' out niggas and all they liaisons
Mu'fuckas, black out season
Publishing resume steady increasing
Chorus
Shanghai, shanghai
New sheriff in town
Rock america's crown and hang 'em high
Who bangin' a fist full？
Brandishing pistols
Pearl handles with the, family initials
Uh-uh, 24 karat gold variuos slow
Uh-uh, planet gets cold, get damaged for dough
Uh-uh!, savages off balance and blow traveling slow
Uh-uh!, in effect mode, y'all niggas know it
Sayonara, send my rivals, slam a guy,
Be damned if i
Had to tell one, tell a lie, get paralyzed
Stay payed, rock shit made in ultra suede
Switch blade yo wack act back to first grade
Even if y'all never seen us you know y'all need us
Suck my penis from here to muthafucking venus
Think back when you was amazed and had to sit back
Imagining me ending your world like deep impact
Blood clot, watch me come through and bust a gunshot
Yeah people, come inside of your dance and done that
Chorus 2x
Fuckin' y'all up
Flipmode forever
Stays focused
Pay attention
Pay attention...＊fades to phone interlude＊
15.Do For Self
Hey yo!
Yo sham!
Yo sham!!!
-yo,yo,yo!
Come here nigga, wassup man？
-whats the deal, son？
How you doin man？
-chillin man
What you fuckin with that cat over there for？
-he is my nigga, son.
Nahah, don't fuck around with that nigga, yo.
-what you sayin,god？
I know that nigga--
-what？ i gotta hold it down for my homes, son
Lemme talk to ya for a second,man, c'mere, c'mere
I been through bullshit, forced to pull shit at the enemy
If i did it homes, it was the end of me
Back in the days, i'ma say like around your age
-what makes you figure that？
Yo, i used to move the same ways
Carying guns, sell a nickle chums to bums
Run away from home, running through the streets with a chrome
-nigga, fuck that, you see i'm livin on my own
-my life is based on the same place and the same zone
-thugs call me the don, but never feel my calm
-at the same time you know it's hard for me to stay on
Yeah i'm feelin ya, but at i gotta keep it real with ya
Only when you got dough, niggas wanna be with ya
They feel ya out, find out about your whereabouts
Best friends turn enemies, plotting to take you out
-but it's all good, becuz they show me love in tha hood
-i got this shit locked,don't worry bout it. lemme cross ya out
Chorus：
Hey yo, i walk by myself,i die by myself
Cuz ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self
I do for my self,make moves for my self
Cuz ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self
I walk by myself,i die by myself
Cuz ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self
I do for my self,make moves for my self
Cuz ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self
Verse 2：
You see them cats that you run with, they allways in some dumb
shit
I'm tellin you right now, them cats shouldn't fuck with
-now who the fuck is you？ to tell me what to do？
-tryin to start some real shit, tryin to make me flip on my crew
Go ahead and play hardass! live your life fast
Tryin to warn you, seem like these streets got you gassed
-i got a problem right now, and i can't maintain
-i got some big time cat tryin ta split my fame
-yo, you see me in the street and wanna scream my name
-with some caked up voice, yo i made my chioce
-tim and his boys foul plans was to leave me moised
-so i stood up,prayin to god that this ain't my last luck
-yo they got me judged, call tha blue cross cops ran up
＊freeze!!!＊
-say please don't move too much, i think my man sat me up
-on a fact(？) shining to much
Left you wet up,same muthafuckas used to friend up
Got you hospitalized, look how you end up
Hooked up to a respirator, body all bent up
Your moms callin me at my home,cryin on the phone
Why the fuck you didn't listen？ wouldn't be in this position
You still breathing, a chance to change the way you living
-no more claiming the streets, i got a daughter to raise
-if i would've listened to you, i would never have got blaised
-now i'm fucked up,laying in this bed cramped up
-needles in my arm, thinkin how these cats play tough
-real thoughts in my head,oh how i showed 'em love
-fuck it, from now on gotta keep my shit real calm
-plans to move up outta there, and grab my family to be gone
Chorus
＊chorus playin in the background while they talks＊
Yo...sham？
-yo..
Wake up nigga
How you doing man,
-fucked up right now, son
Didn't you see
I saw you earlier on the day,kicked it to ya man
The streets ain't no muthafuckin joke, nigga
-yo, son , see what they did to my fuckin leg, son？
I'm tired of that bullshit, i'm sorry--
-can't even lift my shit no more.
Got holes up in this shit, you holy now？
You believe in tha lord now, don't ya, muthafucka？
-yeah...
When you get outta this bitch,
You better know how to walk the path muthafucka.
-you grabbin me to get up outta here？
There's lot of things you can do in the world,
You're to young for this bullshit
You hear me？
-i know
-definitely
When you get better you come out, make your mama proud,
Make yourself proud, you keep ya head up, nigga
-definitely
You understand？
-i understand
What the fuck, nigga, at the end of the day you's a man.
Act like one
-definitely
16.Everything
Intro：busta rhymes
Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh
Everything , everything , everything, everything , everything
Everything , everything , everything , everything , everything
Everything , everything , flipmode squad is everything ,
everything
Everything
I handle weed steamers , niggas who push bench to beamers
Trigga finga happy niggas street corner heaters
Try to get a rap game crack game whatever
I gotta make it even if i gotta take it forcefully
Life is a bitch yo i love her but she's costing me
Fly nigga head who thought about double crossing me
Spliff star , the dutch hits , one of the hungriest
Backed by donald johns and that's where my money is
I told y'all six weeks rich don't forget
Another smash hit from my squad don't forget
It's rampage yo y'all really want doubts
I'm the one that flipped your broad and make her freak out
And call her girlfriend then eat her ass out
I'm the black caesar people been talking about
Imperial , i got the platinum material
I got time to verbalize the crew that eat your cereal
Chorus 2x： busta rhymes
We gon give y'all niggas everything that you want
We gon give y'all niggas everything that you need
We gon give y'all niggas everything that you aint got
We gon give y'all niggas hot shit to blow the spot
Imperial chick represent broads yonder
Sing , rap , act or be a host like ananda
Type spoken true zonin out in the vocal booth
How i do that？ found new raps with tight blonde streaks in the
middle
Or die blue black
Q grill write the ill make you raise your brow
And still be the illest mad years from now
All the way hell out
Ayo the realness , start from back in the days
In qb , when niggas had they grimy ways
Up in the street when thugs had to hold they heat but never me
I slipped them off they own two feet
If you don't know i think you besta keep your flow
I'm the type of cat that'll just split your fro
And leave a big part you don't really want it to start
Catch you on a sunny day in front your crib double park
Chorus 2x
What!
Panic and schizophrenic, sylvy-atlantic
Wrap up your face in ceramic , goddamit we controllin the planet
Ask mary , the way my shit vary the shit is scary
Havin you movin larry hopin my niggas hear me
Timin the rhyme , flossin canary diamond me and my niggas
Forever shinin y'all niggas been noble like a tv show
Simon and simon
Chip in a million christenin you listenin
Now i own the pot i'm pissin in
dick
the
Car trunk
Chorus
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