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| 2. |
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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! |
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| 3. |
| 3:06 |
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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 |
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| 4. |
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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) |
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| 5. |
| 3:37 |
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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 |
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| 6. |
| 4:18 |
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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: |
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| 7. |
| 3:02 |
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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 |
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| 3:28 |
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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) |
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| 9. |
| 4:27 |
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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 |
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| 2:39 |
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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 |
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| 11. |
| 3:40 |
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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 |
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| 12. |
| 2:32 |
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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!" |
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| 13. |
| 4:58 |
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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) |
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| 14. |
| 3:08 |
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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 |
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| 15. |
| 5:25 |
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[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 |
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| 16. |
| 3:32 |
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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 |
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| 3:15 |
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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): |
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| 4:36 |
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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) |
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