[Busta Rhymes] Yea Flipmode Busta Rhymes Rah Digga The Inauguration (New Busta Rhymes!!!) Yea, yea ha ha ha yea (Feat Rah Digga) What Give it to me All my nggaz Where you at now?
[Busta Rhymes] Check me When we arrive in the spot Who the fuck you think fazin' We amazing and we blazin' nigga And while we blow shit every time Fully equipped for the occasion While we dazin', and we grazin' niggaz Make you leak and drip Till your body shelves up faggots Just like a razor say your grace and get the praisin' niggaz Flipmode be the ultimate unit, play your position While he lace it, know your place, while we decreasin' niggaz I have a hard time with wack niggaz talkin' Die slow with all that weak shit, you speak shit, eat shit! Cause when we march and high-step in the spot Niggaz love it when we leak shit, the heat shit, street shit! And while we drop the most miraculous bombs Ya'll niggaz aint really dropin nothin' Rockin nothin', toppin' nothin' (whhaaatttt!) Now to ya'll funny niggaz talkin' your talk Ya'll niggaz aint even really coppin' nothin' Poppin' nothin', stoppin' nothin'
[Chorus 1-Busta Rhymes] All my niggaz that be ride in the trucks Getting' money say it! (ho) Niggaz, say it (ho, hoooo!)
All my niggaz thata' rep for the street Hold it down say it! (ho) Niggaz, what! I'm sayin' (ho, hoooo!)
All my bitches thata' beef with they nigga And hold it down with em' (whaa) Say it, bitches, I'm sayin' (whaa, whaaa!)
And to my bitches that be doin' it and get their own money Just say it (whaa) Say it, bitches, I'm sayin' (whaa, whaaa!)
[Rah Digga] Say 1 for the dirty 2 for hard core 3 for the trees stashed in my top drawer I be comin' to ya' live! Fuck up your whole circuit Make rappers ask them self if this shit is even worth it Don't really need to brag Cause these streets a tell Stay tight, be polite, and she specks so well Say fuck the world Who ever aint feelin' me Campaignin' through the hood like my name was Hillary The illest with form I'm the illest on the norm The illest on my barn (?) The illest on the song Any type wanna yap or think they can rap I'm a scream on motherfuckas like my name was Big Cap Timbaland, sweat pants, sacks of high dro The dirtiest flow in magazines like Whoa! Make it hot, flow it down Like some hoers, you can lift this And be careful what you write cause I might of already flipped it
[Chorus 2-Busta Rhymes] All my niggaz that be ridin' on 20's And gettinn' money say it! (ho) Niggaz, say it (ho, hoooo!)
All my niggaz thata' rep for the street Hold it down say it! (ho) Niggaz, what! I'm sayin' (ho, hoooo!)
All my bitches thata' beef with they nigga And hold it down with em' (whaa) Say it, bitches, I'm sayin' (whaa, whaaa!)
And to my bitches that be doin' it and get their own money Just say it (whaa) Say it, bitches, I'm sayin' (whaa, whaaa!)
[Busta Rhymes] Now we don't give a fuck We serious nigga We smokin' trees, stackin' G's, nigga please, nigga what now? Music just for niggaz backin' they jaws Makin' you freeze, beta' eaze, get on your knees, nigga what now?
[Rah Digga] Digga, digga, digga Type of swing only Rah could bring I could passion (?) crazy rhymin', and I do my thing Trantin' niggaz to threads, like white boys in kegs Cuss words and verbs Going over niggaz heads
[Busta Rhymes] Yo no mercy and we taken no prisoners Pull the trigger, now we bigger, me and digga, in the spot now! Ya'll mothafuckas really think you can manage What we deliver, cause we thicker, and we sick of?what the fuck now!
[Rah Digga] Digga, digga, digga Ripped shit since the 80's You taken me like if, and, mazin' Lil' crazy, lil' lazy, sop it up like gravy Couldn't write a wack rhyme if a mothafucka paid me
[Chores 1]
[DJ Clue] DJ Clue Desert Storm You know how we do things Word up!
[Wyclef] Hold on now, don't die now, be strong now He said, I was born a crack baby In a plastic bag in the alley Raised in a foster home With no mother to love and I never knew my papi Back in the days of Bobby McFerrin Used to sing don't worry, be happy Lord how can I be happy When I don't even know my own family tree Lord
[Wyclef] We are the next generation, we ain't scared to die The only thing I fear is the after life Cos I don't know what's there on the other side But I pray the Lord forgives me, gives me one more try
[Wyclef] Gang poppin' things, doing drive-by's and angers Kids going to school putting fears in their teacher The teacher let them know that it ain't all good Cos the gang was created to protect the neighborhood, now All you red now, all you blue now All you yellow now, follow me now To that place of righteousness Where the only thing that matters is your consciousness, he said
[Wyclef] We are the next generation, we ain't scared to die The only thing I fear is the after life Cos I don't know what's there on the other side But I pray the Lord forgives me, gives me one more try
[Wyclef] In my father's kingdom there are many mansions All the rooms are free, there is no tax collection I can see Biggie, Tupac, Moses and Abraham Jason, the one and two's, jamming with the sun of man
[Scarface] I've been kicked, I've been stabbed I've been shot, I've been ? by a Person that I thought I trusted, where I live It's a war at the cribs, walk with a strap Myself cos I don't want nobody's son on my back My mind playing tricks ?, to really ? Me out in five unless I take another hit I done seen the sun set on the other side of town Now I'm drifting in the darkness, Heaven hold me down ? ? ? but I know I'm born dying Feel the tears of the angels looking down on me crying For a lying ass but yo forgive us in a while And I'm sorry, never let me forget that I'm your child While I'm locked up in this basement staring eye to eye with Satan In this cold dark world with no patience We get plotted on by agents with talks of replacing The Africans, Jamaicans and the Haitians in this next generation
[Wyclef] We are the next generation, we ain't scared to die The only thing I fear is the after life Cos I don't know what's there on the other side But I pray the Lord forgives me, gives me one more try
[Rah Digga] Whoa, we the next generation, look at what we facing The kids raise themselves, all kind of temptation Flowers and candles decorating all the pavements No, the perpetrator ain't seeing no arrangements Nobody cares about the feelings of the poor Man they suffer while we spending eighty billion on a war, uh Cutting school budgets, US stockmarket plummets Condition's only worse and I wonder what become it Metal detectors replace music classes Angry little kids wanna beat their teacher's asses The red and blue's, somebody gotta lose Reality TV be reality for who I don't question what the Lord found in me I just pass it on to folks with no boundaries Got a long road ahead of us, AIDS already gettin' us Now we got stars, how many will there be left of us
[Wyclef] We are the next generation, we ain't scared to die The only thing I fear is the after life Cos I don't know what's there on the other side But I pray the Lord forgives me, gives me one more try
