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Intro:
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 Known as a shorty, I was always told that if I ain't gon be part of the greatest I gotta be the greatest myself Verse One: C'mon C'mon, Yeah, C'mon Yeah nigga what, what a surprise Get ya sumthin, make a nigga close bof ya 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 Chorus: 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 Verse Two: 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 Cartier, Sidney Poitier, 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 (Chorus) Verse Three: 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 (Chorus) |
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Make ya feel good , make ya feel all right
One time Feel good yea ya'll Busta Rhymes in the place ya'll Make you feel real good ya'll Flipmode is the squad in the place ya'll Buck wild for all of my niggas who don't care floss like a bunch of young black millionaires Makin ya run, me and my gun Stackin my ones floss a little, invest up in a mutual funds Blowin the horn since the very day I was born never dreamed I see a nigga landscapimg my lawn Dangerous, my niggas shit be accurate Have to get, the flow be so emaculate A yo a yo watchin my dough, sippin my moe Slippin in slow, them pretty bitches sayin hello Any wiggle hittin this play oil of oley Little honey dip whip in within a little cabriolet I don't mean to hold you up But I got somethin to say Swear to only give you hot shit everyday Afraid of us, you know this ain't no game to us You strange to us That's when we gettin dangerous Come on Chorus: This is serious We can make you delirious You should have a healthy fear of us Cause to much of us is dangerous So dangerous we dangerous My Flipmode squad is dangerous So dangerous we dangerous My whole entire unit is dangerous Hold your breath We swingin it from right to left Word to Wyclef nigga'z shit be hot to death Stayin alive, you know only the strongest survive Holdin my heat under my seat , whippin the five Baseline for all of my people movin around Give me a pound All of my niggaz holdin it down cuttin you up The new shit wrekin you up fuckin you up My black hole suckin you up Back in the days niggaz use to be ass out Now a nigga holdin several money market accounts Blaze the street and then I would just like to announce Feelin my grove My jiga jiga makin you bounce Others is fare, me and my niggas breakin the bridge Straight gettin it, we got you niggas holdin your head Afraid of us, you know this ain't no game to us You strange to us that's when we gettin dangerous Come on Chorus One time ya'll Throw your hands real high ya'll Yea, get down ya'll Let me see you all ya'll Busta Rhymes, Flipmode ya'll Nineteen ninety eight ya'll Ha, get down ya'll, lets have a ball ya'll Feelin the heat up in the street rockin the beat Step up in the club, take me to my reserved seat Comin around, all of my niggaz surround me So much bottles of liquer, ya'll niggaz will drown me Makin ya drunk, feelin the funk, blazin the skunk Stay hitten with the shit that blow a hole in ya trunk Afraid of us, you know this ain't no game to us You strange to us that's when we gettin dangerous Come on Chorus |
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Ah yeah, Flipmode
Here we come, bout to fuckin explode (Busta Rhymes) Flipmode, Busta Bust Nine-seven Hot shit Check it out Hit you with no delayin so what you sayin yo Silly with my nine milly what the deally yo When I be on the mic yes I do my duty yo Wild up in the club like we wild in the studio You don't want to violate nigga really and truly yo My main thug nigga named Julio he moody yo Type of nigga that'll slap you with the tooly yo Bitch nigga scared to death act fruity yo Fuck that, look at shorty she a little cutie yo The way she shake it make me want to get all in the booty yo Tap mistress, into bangin bitches in videos Wildin' with my freak like we up in the freak shows Hit you with the shit make you feel it all in your toes Hot shit got all you niggas in wet clothes Stylin my metaphores when I formulate my flows If you don't know you're fuckin with lyrical player pros (like that) Chorus: Do you really wanna party with me Let me see just what you got for me Put all your hands where my eyes could see Straight buck wildin in the place to be If you really wanna party with me Let me see just what you got for me Put all your hands where my eyes could see Straight buck wildin in the place to be If you really wanna party with me... In God we trust Yo its a must that you heard of us yo we murderous A lot of niggas is wonderin and they curious How me and my niggas do it, it's so mysterious Furious, all of my niggaz is serious Shook niggaz be walkin around fearin us Front nigga like you don't wanna be hearin us Gotta listen to how radio be playin us 30 time a day shit'll make you delirious Damagin everything all up in your areas Yo its funny how all the chickens be always servin us All up inbetween they ass where they wanna carry us Hitcha good then I hit 'em off with the alias Various, chickens they wanna marry us Yo its Flipmode my nigga you know we 'bout to bust Seven figure money the label preparin us Bite the dust instead of you makin a fuss Niggas know better cause there aint no comparin us Mad at us niggas is never we fabulous Hit my people off with the flow that be marvelous Oh shit my whole clique victorious Takin no prisoners niggaz is straight up warriors While you feelin that I know you be feelin so glorious Then I blitz and reminisce on my nigga Notorious CHORUS Do you really wanna party with me let me see just what you got for me put all your hands where my eyes can see straight buck wildin in the place to be If you really wanna party with me let me see just what you got for me put all your hands where my eyes can see straight buck wildin in the place to be If you really wanna party with me... |
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Hahahhahhhhhahhhh, ah!
(in background:) Watch me get down and just do my thing baby (8X) Whoooo! Yes yes y'all Busta Rhymes in the place to be, in the place to be Hah, Flipmode is the place to be, in the place to be Hah, party people it's me, let me do my thing Let me do my thing, let me do my thing Baby doll follow me baby Let me do my thing, just, check me out now Open up your door, let me on in I just be wonderin -- if I could "do my thing baby" Y'all think fast, before I get, all in your ass Bend your frame like plexiglass You motherfuckers, be actin like you, don't know the half You and your whole staff, make me laugh Hah-hah-hah, hoh, y'all, you need to sing my song With your similar features like Olivia Newton-John Damn, OHH! I make the whole place warm, then hit you with some shit that make you niggaz look deformed Now, stay tuned to every Busta Rhymes, coming soon I will King Kong on niggaz like guerilla monsoon, soon Whoaahhh, what seems to be the whole analysis? Busta Rhymes just be rippin shit, type miraculous Bang you on your head so hard, shit be formin callouses Let me get this loot so we can move up in these palaces (in background:) Watch me get down and just do my thing baby (8X) Word is bond Let me do my thing, let me do my thing Let me do my thing Flipmode is the Squad, let us do our thing Let us do our thing, hah Yes yes baby, Busta Rhymes Let me do my thing! Let let let me do my thing, hah! When I step in the place you should keep your mouth closed Take your fat finger out your nose You should just pay attention, and watch how I wild on records Make you sing, "The Lord is my shepherd!" In the process I do away with all nonsense Hit you with magic like my name was Pocahontas The dread, gon' make you party til you dead Niggaz quick to talk shit.. OOPS! Upside your head Put your head to bed -- let me do my thing -- nuff said Shit so hot make your chickenhead do the spread Tell me what you said -- I said I never leave you misled While you bullshit, I'd rather get the lucci instead Hah-huh-hah-hee-hah! Flip until you fall Whylin in your whip, til you crash into a brick wall Through the nine-six, I be that nigga that be priceless Always blowin up your spot, bringin more surprises You, you know you really need to come clean Let me do my thing, don't you even try to intervene I will endanger your species like an ostrich Hold you hostage, and crazy feed you swine sausage HAH! I be the number one chosen just to keep you open Chill with your thoughts I got your brain frozen Pay the prices made the needed sacrifices To present the grand opening of Flipmode Enterprises (in background:) Watch me get down and just do my thing baby (8X) Hah hah, hahhahhh! Whohh, let me do my thing! Let me do my thing, please! Let me do my thing - Flipmode is the Squad y'all! Let us do our thing, please, let us do our thing Oh yes it's me, yes it's the Squad Flipmode, we gon' do our thing Let me do my thing for nine-five, nine-six, suck dick Yes I got the bag full of brand new tricks Dead in the face, yes I'm gon' hit you with hits Oh my God, me and my niggaz.. (drowned out by:) Let me get down, do my thing (4X) |
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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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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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Yeah, yeah, yeah (Get out)
Such a remarkable sound (Get out) Yeah (Get out of here) Such a remarkable sound Flipmode get down, now Yeah check it out (Get out of here) Such a remarkable sound Busta Rhymes (Get out) Comin' through, get down (Get out) What's the deal now (Get out of here) Yeah, yeah Are you ready to get on? (Who, me?) And cause such a reaction that the motha fucka's go (Ooh wee) It's like a group of happy children Yo, it's such a feelin' To see all of my live nigga's carry on now Oh see how I be gettin' so passionate I get a thrill even when I bust my gun off by accident The God bless glory, success story Whiteboy Billy put a stash up in my armrest for me The way I fucks it up, it's like a fuck-fest for me I get on last and demolish everything before me We run shit and that's a fact now, you're whack now And ain't no fuckin' turnin' back now, so relentless I won't even let you niggas finish a fuckin' sentence Call for my people like a school attendance And then I strike with a fuckin' vengence Finger on my trigger Figure I'll blast every last one of you bitch niggas So (Get out) Bitch nigga just (Get out) You need to just (Get out of here) Police'll try to close the club (Get out) You really should (Get out) You need to just (Get out of here) Bitch, if you ain't got your own dough (Get out) You need to just (Get out) You really should (Get out of here) If you frontin' like you really live (Get out) And you know you not (Get out) You need to just (Get out of here) The one world alliance Flipmode the most reliant for the thorough guidance On how to get most of this money like a secret science Only the live nigga's allowed, there's nothin' you can do Frontin' with your crew while you talkin' to corny bitches too Nevertheless, address the cheddar for the treasure chest And bless the spot before the thugs protest, one time I hope y'all know just what the motherfuck you dealin' with With so much platinum for the street, you thought I was a silversmith We phat now, so look at how we brought it back now And made it possible for street niggas to hold a stack now And become the wealthiest, healthiest And bring the fire that will reach about 1000 degrees celsius Hold on, banker's money better roll on, or sing a broke folk song My nigga's so long he paid with a big brim hat, just like a lampshade And bounce, wildin' in the truck, the joints my nigga Ramp made We be them new millennium prime time niggas Walk a fine line, niggas sippin fine wine niggas Now, if you cross the line and fuck around them blind niggas With so much pressure it's like we did the illest crime, nigga What? You know I'm like a loco man, noble man Turned global man, rippin' bi-coastal like a postal man And when we come, you know we came to get it And what you need to do is bounce if you ain't fuckin' with it So (Get out) Bitch nigga just (Get out) You need to just (Get out of here) Police'll try to close the club (Get out) You really should (Get out) Please just (Get out of here) Bitch, if you ain't got your own dough (Get out) You need to just (Get out) You really should (Get out of here) And if you frontin' like you really live (Get out) And you know you not (Get out) You really should (Get out of here) Get out, get out, get out of here (Repeat x 4) |
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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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Word up, let me just fuck with your mind, please
Aiy! Aiyyo-yo-yo, yo! Let me fuck up your mind On time, showin, you the, rhythm as I get wreck and get raw Yeah I be the man, comin off, that be raw It's Busta Rhymes givin you much more So... Yo y'all (y'all) one more time I come Knucklehead flow that make you act REAL DUMB Yo (yo), I burn your food like Florence Run up in your crib like my name was search warrants Shut your mouth nigga don't you complain Fix you up, mix you with cut like pro-caines Ooh!! Insane to your brain Right on your subconscious, I leave my SHIT stain I be the mostest with rhyme overdoses Hot stepping over shit like Ini Kamoze's Sick lyrics like multiple sclerosis Focus, while I display flows ferocious Weak niggaz just fall and keep tumbling Distribute lyrics like I'm hand to hand herb hustling Hardcore like Quick Draw McGraw Fuck what you heard you ain't heard this before I make sure everything remains raw (4X) Yo, when I step in the place I leave damages Nuff bandages on pussy from miscarriages Yo, watch me bring the newest recipe Fuck you up quick and condemn you all with leprosy Let me hit you with flows, that come various Hahh, send you home and make you lie bout your alias Ha-ha, niggaz can't see my routine When I round up my Flipmode niggaz and get cream Hey, you! You know what the fuck I mean Now I'm on the scene, stepping through like Mean Joe Green Now I'm making you feel the extreme Till I black you out then turn on my real high beam Oh shit, now I got your brains fried Once you inhale smoke from my flow, CARBON MONOXIDE! Use your imagination, let me take you higher Rain hail snow earthquakes, Earth Wind & Fire Yo, hit the dirt, get on the floor I'm that outlaw nigga living right next door You should just roll out the red carpet All movin targets, I got you open like supermarkets (Word up, word up) Yo yo, there's only five years left While niggaz is scared to death they breathe they last breath Days of my Life goes on, word is bond I make you feel my proton, neutron, and electron Yo, I be the number one icon Word to the holy Qu'ran, I rock on and on On and on, hey, on and on and on You won't understand when I form Voltron Hahahaha, everything remains raw * in background: I make sure everything remains raw * (7X) Word is bond, niggaz don't really understand shit Niggaz don't motherfuckin know y'all, hahah Flipmode is the motherfuckin Squad y'all, hahah I make sure everything remains raw, hahah Word is bond, niggaz don't know the real shit There's only five years left! Word is bond Niggaz don't know though There's only five years left! Hahah Remember that nigga, all you, remember that There's only five years left! Hahaha |
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| 2:33 |
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Rhymes galore(7x)
This is for the motherfuckers out there on some real hiphop shit. Ya'll, ya'll, ya'll Mayday mayday, mayday mayday Walk bare foot on niggas like kuntakinta So what you say What is you doin you walkin this way I burn you like I'm smokin a jalis with helta censa I be design fashion like Marvin Kanhan Yes I keep it slamin shit just be bangin just like a loose canon, blow You better park, niggas are spark, niggas like sharp niggas a stay up ripen shit a part, niggas float over water like Noa's ark niggas cover your face and don't get caught up in the scene when nigga dark Eh, excuse me misses Sure ta hit you with the fitness Give you niggas the sickest jumpin johva witness Beamin in on niggas plotin and skimin And steady dreamin on how niggas do they double teamin Fuck the bullshit My nigga it be best shit on by day before you get secret indidit Make me slap a nigga lop sided Hold up son listen It be so beautiful when we catch you like a nigga so there's to much pharmasuitable Come and get it quick When Busta Rhymes be up in the place Does who don't like go get the dick I give you a taste A yo you need just focus on my earth trembalin Rhymes that ya'll be feel-e-in by the million Fucka your opin-e-ion Dominatin like Kings Dominion Leanin on niggas like we on motorcycles pop a wheel-e and A yo number one Roman numeral completing the exscutanal shit is usual I ain't scared of ya Takin all of ya powafenalia That's my words on misses Mahelia Hope you know your best bet Just to get the fuck out of my area Before I rip you from myintrea And hope you know you got to keep a corny nigga smothered grab the gat off the covet you never know when shit is safe so keep your face covered While I be scorchin it A lot of niggas be lookin for alternates They still just lose their life that's so unfortunate Trail blazin me since my mother started raisin me Hit you with the powerful shit that sometimes amazes me I create junkies just like 12 monkeys Spreadin right threw out your block Catchin suspects who thinkin they so lucky Violen clear for those who cannot properly hear Frequency so loud shatter a couple a pair of your chandler Now when I'm in the place give me space Nothin left for me to do my niggas blew up the place What the fuck, ha ha I got rhymes galore Rhymes galore, ya'll I got rhymes galore, rhymes galore My Flipmode niggas got rhymes galore, rhymes galore Busta Rhymes got rhymes galore, rhymes galore A yo yo I got rhymes galore, yo we got rhymes galore Rhymes galore, rhymes galore, rhymes galore, rhymes galore Me and my squad got rhymes galore Fuck that |
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Baby, it's over, we both know, let's go foward.
I love you, but in a different way, I love you, forever. Now that we've come to the end of a story and I know that it's gonna be hard for me. Might hurt some, not too much, but I gotta let it wait. As the world turns around and we go different places, new things, new dreams, new faces. Wanna shake up, when we break up, but we keep our memories. I know you can't stay, so I won't be waiting, anticipating for the fall. We had our time, baby, so I won't be waiting, anticipating for the call. Turn it up, turn it up for the people that say "we're moving on and we'll be okay". Turn it up, turn it up for the people that say "we're moving on and we'll be okay". Baby, it's better, and I want you, to be happy. Sometimes people find that it's so hard just to say goodbye. It ain't easy the more and the more you try. So there'll be cheating, better saving, but not me and my boy. We understand that we're friends and it just ain't working, no point in the constant fighting. So when we go nuts, for a minute, and admit that we're just not in it. I know you can't stay, so I won't be waiting, anticipating for the fall. We had our time, baby, so I won't be waiting, anticipating for the call. Turn it up, turn it up for the people that say "we're moving on and we'll be okay". (x4) I might lose my mind for a while, but I'll be fine (fiiine). Have you heard there's this thing that heals, and it's called time (tiiime). Clock can tick away, happy will fall in place. I know, my heart will break, a new me will fill this space. I know you can't stay, so I won't be waiting, anticipating for the fall. We had our time, baby, so I won't be waiting, anticipating for the call. Turn it up, turn it up for the people that say "we're moving on and we'll be okay". (x4) |
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