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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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Huh.. yea yea yea yea yea yea yea
Hah! Uhh, uhh, uhh What, some more some more Some more some more, niggaz didn't want no more (Verse One) Now (now) ready for whylin my niggaz Let's set it like we on the Island my niggaz I'm with it (what what, wha what what) Yo, my clique startle bitches with a remarkable sparkle for my bitches with me (What what, wha what what) You know we stay dumb and keep shop runnin just the like a 24-hour deli The way y'all niggaz be poppin that shit you be talkin Y'all niggaz don't be nothin but a 24-hour celly To talk that funny shit to someone you know while I bag these bitches and take them to 24-hour tellys Type of chickens to let me get in they belly Little sexy thug bitches who want me to fuck them to Makeveli Then get with my niggaz and smoke up a ounce Crowd up in whatever amounts, makin bitches skip to my bounce So forever we be shinin like diamond Fresher than the fragrance of limon When we strike it's all in the timin Corporate niggaz bug on how we be stylin Fuckin with huge contracts with wife-beaters on on the day of the signin Makin all my bitches check for this shit My live niggaz know the truth That's why they always got respect for this shit (Chorus) Bust one for me, Bladow! All my niggaz holdin they guns with me, Bladow! And restin and stackin they ones with me, Bladow! My peeps who hang around where I'm from with me, Bladow! Who run with me, Bladow! Bust one for me, Bladow! My bitches that'll fuck til they cum with me, Bladow! Whylin they be havin they fun with me, Bladow! In the struggle they be beatin they drums with me, Bladow! In the slums with me, Bladow! Bust one for me, Bladow! (Verse Two) And now we mash y'all, harass y'all Until the shit we doin pass y'all You know we steadily readily give it to niggaz And blow up the spot for niggaz fefore we do the dash y'all Eh-eh-ey, eh-eh-ey-yo, ain't nuttin wrong til we perform Y'all niggaz know we bout to blast y'all (hah!) Fast me and my niggaz crash the party Hit my niggaz with shit and splash bitches before we flash y'all Now whassup? All of my niggaz salute When we get busy give me my loot, or lay up in a box with a suit Shit that I tell you will all be the truth Stay on a live nigga recruit, and take y'all niggaz back to the root Tyin my laces all up in my boot All the bitches say that I'm cute, blowin on it just like a flute Now now now, before we blind y'all we shine and remind y'all Shit we got be always one of a kind y'all We constructin a new design y'all Better keep up my niggaz because you will get left behind y'all Let us bust a bottle of wine now And celebrate in the name of them niggaz that control the times now Now watch it, as we just pick up the pace You just might a hole in your face My crew might take a whole of the space Completely, obligated just to keepin you dumbin And get to breakin all the shit up in club once you know that we comin! My bitches check for this shit My live niggaz know the truth That's why they always got respect for this shit (Chorus) (Outro) Yeah To all my niggaz and all my bitches that just wanna live Live good, feel good, yeah Just bounce to this shit, c'mon, bounce to this shit All my niggaz and my bitches just bounce to this shit C'mon, bounce to this shit Yeah, Flipmode constantly Enough of that |
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