Busta Rhymes Album

[Busta]
oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man
yo, yo, yo, I can't understand
why the parents and the teachers
and everybody trying to o the kids
the young generation yo,
what's the deal brah, Charlie Brown, man

[Charlie Brown]
I don't know what the deal is
you hafta ask my partna Dinco D
yo yo tell us D tell us D
mass confusion g, i don't know what's up
hey yo man

(it's just another case of that old pta)

huh man

[Dinco D]
in school I wrote notes and took quotes from Shakespeare
and other types of rhymes to show you that I (care)
but things like together forever to you my only one (only one)
it was special I can say it was another one
you would say someone's knocking at my window
(KNOCK KNOCK)
someone's ringing my bell
(DING DONG)
it's about two in the morning
(HEY YO G, WHAT THE HELL'S GOING ON?)

(it's just another case of that old pta)

but never the less here goes to show my potential
and even though our love was three-dimensional
one (me) two (you) three (your pops) now what am I to do
I had to transform into educated lad
going around doing chores for your dad
playing a duck, wearing sweaters and shoes
chilling with pop just listen to the blues
and talking to your mom about a love for her daughter
suggesting to me that I just oughta
watch myself
(INCH BY INCH)
watch myself
(AND USE SOME SENSE)
so I did
(HEY)
it didn't do a damn thing
but a case to complain, so now i sing

(it's just another case of that old pta)

[Busta]
ROAARRR Busta Rhymes the mighty infamous
always misbehaving and mischeivous
causing aggravation i'll never pause
pushing out spit balls through plastic straws
(IN CLASS)
in gym i got caught at last
for ligthing up the courtyard grass
(HEY)
teacher, teacher, go to the flesh
(Busta Rhymes liked to killed the complex)
hey yo
in class, kicked it to this girl Cheryl
(WHAT?)
the teacher try to tell me I was Pharoah
(NO NO NO)
I'm not with detention no no with suspension
a child's wickeddy wild the Calbridge Hill styles
teach us just a knowledge to go talk to my mommy
now when she gets home, she's gonna wear out the body
I hate this relationship, the mom and teacher
when she reaches home hey yo she knows that I reached ya
ok, of today I am the new school, pray
between my momma, teacher, and my dad hey yo

(it's just another case of that old pta)

[Charlie Brown]
AAHHH
yo teachers hate me the girls don't take me
because I'm C Brown
(CLASS CLOWN)
gettin still AAH sometimes i chill yo
depending on the day and (HOW I FEEL)
sometimes i leave an apple that's rotten and (BROWN)
no where to be found
poll tax on sheets, five days a week
arrive in the lunchroom, I gotta get some sleep
but I didn't do it
(YOU DID IT)
I'm suspended
(YOU WAS WIT' IT)
and now it's time to pay for the crime
that I never got caught like Judge Wapner
(BAM! take on the court)
a room of teachers, parents, and preachers
a principal and one kid dress in sneakers
case of brown versus the board
(ORDER ORDER)
yo twelve, verse one is a slaughter
I pleaded my case
AAH
face to face
AAH
it was a waste
and everyone was in place yo
he announced me guilty you have
(THREE HUNDRED SIXTY FOUR DAYS)
of detention to serve
(SOME NERVE)
I felt this could be from (PISSED)
the head of the board said "case dismissed"
as I walk out the room I hear them say
AAHYAAHEEYAAHEEYAAHEEYAAHEEYAAHEEYAAHEEYAAHEE

(its just another case of that old pta)

-conversation-

Verse 1: Busta Rhymes
remember the days when I was walking and talking
doing what I gotta do, doing what we wanna do
off into my walked dawn missions, why?
cos the brothers that I knew with the rise drove by
only nice in the days looking down the road
seeing beatiful girls with the car load
yeah yeah yeah they are screaming,
wish I had a little ride on my own,
but since I don't there is my sobb story
my missions will continue as I keep on stalking
stamina was dying from the constant walking
right before the moment I began to car to my man Ridle
who had a some moving on
I tought he wouldn't know that's my dying
where are the others nammy you beat and kept driven
now in my heart they do a big hole
cos my little, little, little toes
started jumping on my end soul
it was frigity burn and then I said wait, I got pride
it's time to get my own ride
I came up with the scheme and got paid
I had no other choice but go at knowledge of tray
when I got my transport, I got kind of steam G up
cos I got cherry pet further
now I'm feeling good cos I'm off my feet,
man the little squalid dogs running up in the street
and they saying:
my name is Sharina, my name is Busta
my name is Tonia, my name is Busta
my name is Dianna, my is Busta
and what do you take me for the little loco push over
no shame in my game cos that's how I got this
and when I return the playback everybody gets pist
and now I am the man fielding all the glory
and when you rise down and gone, just remember that

Chorus:
I KNOW YOU AND YOU KNOW ME,
I KNOW YOU AND YOU KNOW ME,
I KNOW YOU AND YOU KNOW ME,
IT'S THE SOBB STORY, THE SOBB STORY

Repeat chorus

Verse 2: Charlie Brown
red like green like 1, 2, 3
here comes the hop along kid Charlie B.
I'm constantly moving with my walkman kicking
my bunnions are crying beaving plicking
please, please, get into the vehicle
I stop at Dave's ave.,
figure out vehicle-brother, to give me a ride
"sorry, Charlie" was a coming reply
I didn't forget about the girl in the sidekick
the rubber don't system in the swallow kid
C drive by with the posse, ooh ah, ooh ah, ooh ah
hey Charlie Brown, where you go?
well I have to purchase to get
smoke from the rubber word up to my neck
girls wear goochie and their friends way fendy
wall ally a walker to get fairly
just a beep beep an ocasional way
the table's turn, now she got play
lunchtime Marty and Deon
Jonhy Guills, Diego Stroy, and Dacon
sitting and waiting for about to biggy these
I stack by the Crackerjacks just through delieve
stress it's a mess I decided to work
but it's hard to work when your boss is a jerk
I sweat floors and drive to get mine
my amigos with Dinco D, Milo and Busta Rhymes
wreck top kickbox galooine Brown who's the clown
remember the

chorus 
repeat

now I remember Rod when he first got his sobb
didn't have a job and his car was a mob more brothers
he never knew from jack and when his car win flact 
they wouldn't inject
and when his car was in the shop they wouldn't stop buy
they've say "hi" on the reply but back came Rob
to the same old game
"hee-hee yo, what's up to y'all, wanna hang?"
"yeah sure" they said on the quick fast
"by the way anybody got money for gass?"
"nah, not me"
"I don't, don't ask"
"I got it, come on"
"watch out, we gonna crash!"
roll away now Rob just walking like me
the D to the O and the middle INC
ans some say MV I say all empty
and now he just walking my sobb story

Chorus
repeat

Yah Yah Yah, Yah Yah
Yah Yah Yah, Yah Yah
Yah Yah Yah, Yah Yah
Yah Yah Yah, Yah Yah

(Chorus)
When I step up in the place
ay yo I step correct
Woo-Hah
got you all in check
I got that head nod shit
make you break your neck
Woo-Hah
I got you all in check
And you know we come through
to wreck the disco tech
Woo-Hah
I got you all in check
Throw your hands up in the air
don't ever disrespect
Woo-Hah
I got you all in check

(1st verse)
Busta Rhymez up in the place true indeed
yes I catch wreck and that's word on my seed
I guarantee to give you what you need
One blood everybody like Junior Reid
Wake up every morning yo I must up seed
Nationwide darkhorse make the world stampede
Yo really let me roll some weed
mad charged nigga now I must proceed
Yo we 'bout to make you set speed
Peace to Baby Phife, Q-Tip, Ali Shaheed
Watch me knock you out like Apollo Creed
Body blow bustin' your shit making you bleed
Just feed off dynamic flows an take heed
Need more information homeboy then just read
Ay-Ya!! you can read all about the pure breed
Do the bogle dance I'll do the pepperseed

-Chorus-

How dare you ever try to step on my suede shoes
Top Gun shut down your Firm like Tom Cruise
Please let me get down and blow a fuse
Actin' fool breakin' shit down to molecules
Yo let me hit you with my ill street blues
Busta Rhymez always headlines the street news
Woo-Hah!!! Yo baby girl don't be confused
Sail my seven seas and enjoy my boat cruise
I know you really want to know who's
comin' through leaving bloodstains and residues
Sorry homeboy but your flow sounds used
Gotta pay your dues baby you know the rules
Whenever I travel the world I landcruise
If you choose to fuck around you get bruised
Now I got you gassed on super unleaded fuels
Get me through give me some space you excuse

-Chorus-

[Rampage]
You now rockin wit the best
the boy scout is who I be.....
...Flip Mode is the sqiddaud
Hah
Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah (8X)


Verse
Yo which muthaphucka stole my flow
eenie....meenie miney mo
Throw that type of nigga right out my window
Blast your ass hit you with my direct blow
Bo!! Coming through like G.I. Joe
Star Wars movie deal like Han Solo
Make you bounce around like this was calypso
Always shine cause I got the high pro glow
You think that you can hide you think you can lay low
Roll up on your ass like Hawaii 5-0
Mad out with my dreads in my kango
forget the Moet nigga just pass the Cisco
Yo!! Take a trip down to Mexico
Come back with that shit that might make you psycho
Maximum frequencies through your stereo
Sorry this is it but homeboy I got to go

-Chorus-

Hah
Yo Yo Yay Yo Yay
Yo Yo Yay

. .. Yay Yo Yay
. .. Yay

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

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..

f/ Zhane

Right right right right
Right, Busta Rhymes exclusive with the Zhane
Each and every day
We gon come around your way and do it our way, word is bond

{It's a party, let's get it on tonight}
Word up, hah, yeah yeah one time with the flow {that's how we flow}
{Gonna rock your body, we gonna do it right}
{When I step up in the party won't you move it to the left}
Hah hah hah hah, move it to the left
{Party people move it side to side I'm feelin kind of blessed}
Oooh hah yeah ooh yes, kind of blessed yes
{And I'm so fly... and you're so fly...}
Oh yeah I'm so fly... yeah, yeah you so fly too girl
{Feeling high tonight... it's a partyartyartyartyahhhh}
Word up word up... uhh, hah

UHH! Let me get down, do my thing
I always bring, shit that always make your ass swing
Holding down the fort while we keep shit tight
Hit you with that bang shit that keep you live all night
Makin moves strong while we keep rockin on
Now the object is survival son so get your hustle on
Bust two shots while I blow up the spot
I make it hot, till the jam is packed, to the parking lot, now
Me and my mans feel like we astronauts
Cause we so high from off that weed we got from new knots
Certified stimulation got me open wide
Before we slide to side we grab the stash out the ride
We on fire tonight, and the place is lookin steamy
Babygirl let me seek that gift that make your cake creamy uhh
Feel the heat circulatin through your body
Everytime the Flipmode click step inside the part, word is bond

{It's a party, let's get it on tonight}
Hah, right, word is bond
{Gonna rock your body, we gonna do it right}
{The stimulation circulating through my mind body and soul}
Uhh, hah, hah uh hah!
{Busta Rhymes, stimuli, making me lose control}
Hah hah hahhhh
{And I'm so fly... and you're so fly}
Word is bond, yes I am
{Feeling high tonight... it's a partyartyartyartyahhhh}
Ha ha ha

I got my mind made up, c'mon you can get it girl
Come with me if you really wit it girl
Back to my dungeon shack, where the party is it
Where I can tickle your nipples and your feminine fat
I checks for you baby whatchu gon do
There's a party at my crib designed just for me and you
Let me let my crew know we bout to break out
Flip, Star, Web, Dukwon Allah, and the Boy Scout
My man Black Missin, son whylin with the shorty flippin
Stackin papers, sippin bubbles good nigga livin
But anyway we bout to break out in my Lands
Pursuin our thoughts and executin all plans
The dope shit is that we both underestand
that it's a one night stand and you ain't even thinkin bout your man
Oooh, OH! We bout to turn on the heat again
Don't you say a word until we finish partyin

{Don't you know that tonight, is your night}
Hah, word up, tonight is the niiight
{Feelin good when I have a peace of mind}
Word up, a peace of mind
{Got to set it off and just a little bit wild}
Hah, woo, a little wild
{It's a partyartyahhhhhh}
Hah, it's a party y'all, it's a party y'all, it's a party y'all

Yo, well anyway I'm back around my way
Keepin it live you know how we do each and every day
Rollin through thick with my girls Zhane
With the exclusive debut Hey Mr. DJ
Listen to me baybay
We put somethin together that's gon drive you crazy
Get from our your seat and stop actin lazy
Or get up out my party if you actin shady, baby baby, it's a aprty

{It's a party, let's get it on tonight}
Word up, let's get it on tonight
{Gonna rock your body, Zhane and Busta Rhymes}
Yes, yes, uhh, Zhane and Busta Rhymes
{It's a party, let's get it on tonight}
Ahhh, woo, let's get it on, let's get it on
{Gonna rock your body, we gonna do it right}
Do it right now, ahh, hah
{It's a party, let's get it on tonight}
Throw your hands in the air!!!
{Gonna rock your body, Zhane and Busta Rhymes}
Zhane and Busta Rhymes exclusive, hah
{It's a party, let's get it on tonight}
Hah, word is bond, let's get it on babygirl
{Gonna rock your body, we gonna do it right}

Let's do it right now, keep it movin y'all
Flipmode is the unit y'all
You can't see what we doin y'all
Zhane and Busta B y'all
Yes we doin the whole entire party makin y'all
Woo, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, forever and ever and ever...

Ahh yeah.. Flipmode..
Here we come..
Bout to bust and explode..

Flipmode.. Busta Bus.. (huh, what?)
Nine-seven (c'mon, what?)
Hot shit (hah hah)
Check it out

Verse One: Busta Rhymes

Hit you with no delayin so what you sayin yo? (uh)
Silly with my nine milli, what the deally yo? (what?)
When I be on the mic yes I do my duty yo
Wild up in the club like we wild in the stud-io (uh)
You don't wanna VIOLATE nigga really and truly yo (uh)
My main thug nigga named Julio he moody yo (what?)
Type of nigga that'll slap you with the tool-io (blaow!)
Bitch nigga scared to death, act fruity yo (uh)
Fuck that! Look at shorty, she a little cutie yo (yeah)
The way she shake it make me wanna get all in the booty yo (whoo!)
Top miss, just hit the bangin bitches in videos (huh?)
Whylin with my freak like we up in the freak shows (damn)
Hit you with the shit make you feel it all in your toes (yeah)
Hot shit got all you niggaz in wet clothes (take it off)
Stylin my metaphors when I formulate my flows (uh)
If you don't know you fuckin with lyrical player pros, like that

Chorus: Busta Rhymes

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 buckwhylin 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 buckwhylin in the place to be

Verse Two: Busta Rhymes

If you really wanna party with me.. In God We Trust (what?)
Yo it's a must that you heard of us yo we murderous (uh!)
A lot of niggaz is wonderin and they furious (what?)
How me and my niggaz do it, it's so mysterious (that's true)
Furious, all of my niggaz is serious (huh!)
Shook niggaz be walkin around fearin us (what?)
Front nigga, like you don't wanna be hearin us (no!)
Gotta listen to hot radio yo be playin us (ahh)
Thirty time a day shit'll make you delirious (what?)
Damaging everything all up in your areas
Yo it's funny how all the chickens be always servin us
All up in between they ass where they wanna carry us (what!)
Hitcha good then I hit em off with the alias (what?)
Various, chickens they wanna marry us (hah)
Yo it's Flipmode my nigga you know we bout to bust! (uh!)
Seven figure money the label preparin us
Bite the dust, instead of you, makin a fuss (what?)
Niggaz know better cause there ain't no comparin us (nope)
Mad at us, niggaz is never, we fabulous (yup!)
Hit my people off with the flow that be marvelous (hah!)
Ho-shit, my whole click victorious (yup!)
Takin no prisoners niggaz is straight up warriors (what?)
While you feelin that I know you be feelin so glorious (uh)
Then I blitz and reminisce on my nigga Notorious

Like that, like that-tha-that-that
That that that, tha-that-that-that
Like that..

Chorus: *overlaps Busta chant*

If you really wanna party with me..

f/ Erykah Badu

What I'm gonna do with Erykah Badu
I'm gonna have some fun
What do you consider fun?
Fun, natural fun

I said what I'm gonna do with my man Buster Rhymes
I'm gonna have some fun
What do you consider fun?
Fun, natural fun

Yeah, yeah, uh huh, uh huh, yeah, yeah
Buster Rhymes and Erykah Badu, you'all
Just one
One Love
Everbody's just one
Well thats how I universally greet the whole entire world
And focus on the energy that would make your skin curl
The one strategy, the one universal plan
The master blueprint, one survival for all man
I self Lord am
So divide with me and my woman co aside it's one mind
Bear witness, one respect, one culture, one way of thinking, one vision,
making the one decision, the one way of living
Common destiny amongst all
One understanding amongst me and my woman
So that we can't fall
And keep moving forward based on actual fact
Yes you'all my beautiful Mother Earth
Respect it to the max
Can't mix up or tamper with it no more
We're on the highest form of emotion, holy sacred and pure
And whats mine is yours, specially if we move in the same direction
Just for one common cause

Just one
Opportunity to handle our biz
Just one
My stake so we can equally live
Just one
You know we only have one life to live
Just one
Come together as one

As one
One family
As one
One little kiss now
As one
One entire tear
As one
And let us all love, live now

How about you
Uh huh, uh huh
They know about me 
What, what
I gave you tea
Thats right girl
You should agree?
Oh, yes love
A family
One family baby
Is one with thee
Uh huh, uh huh, yes
So that you see?
Right

Hey you'all, you'all
I know my womans love for me
The way she cherish me
Fulfil my every appetite
With a good degree?
Or the ways to inspire or encourage me
The right amount to nourish me
Secure enough so I don't have to ask her where my loving went
When times is hopeless
Sometimes I had to focus on the priceless moments
When my wisdom by,? went by unnoticed
Cos you're my everything
And what is mine is yours
Moving in the same direction for one common cause

Just one
Opportunity to handle our biz
Just one
My stake so we can equally live
Just one
You know we only have one life to live
Just one
Come together as one

As one
One family
As one
One little kiss now
As one
One entire tear
As one
So let us all love, live now


Ask my son right, he bears witness to you
Being the foundation you can come home and watch the babies too
The one way we agree on how to follow tradition
This one family coming first
Play your position
You make the sacrifices, I make the same too
The mother struggle
That I see, thats why my love is for you
You always hold it down for me, so I'm a hold it for you
And watch the babies while you secure the food that come through
Now don't let my ambition make you feel like competition
We should both play a role in our whole living condition
True indeed
I know you symbolise the strength inside the family
Then show me you can handle womanly responsibilities
Not a problem I know you hold me down when I fall on the ground
But make sure when you bring the food home there's enough to go round
And because you are my everything what's mine is yours
Moving in the same direction, just for one common cause

Just one
Opportunity to handle our biz
Just one
My stake so we can equally live
Just one
You know we only have one life to live
Just one
Come together as one

As one
One family
As one
One little kiss now
As one
One entire tear
As one
So let us all love, live now
As one
One family
One little kiss now
As one
One entire tear
As one
So let us all love, live now

Uh ah uh uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhahaha 
Check it out
Flipmode squad
Raw deluxe shit
'98
Check it out

I be the street shit
The nigga your mama freak with
Put y'all niggas on it y'all know how to keep a secret
When I get money you know I like to keep it
How I get money niggas you try to peep it
Flipmode be niggas you wanna form a team with
Them get money niggas the ones to plot the scheme with
Them niggas that be used to getting money frequent
The ones that would always measure my triple beam with
Until they start taking my niggas to the precinct
That's all back in the day yo that ain't nothing recent
'Cause now-a-days it be bitches we like to speak with
Eat with
Lay them down and sleep with
Type of pussy make a nigga wanna keep it
Shorty be so exotic she looking decent
Lot of corny niggas be offering wack free shit
I can't hold the heat no more yo I gotta release it

What ya'll wanna do
Don't you know we always coming through
Me and my crew
Let me hear you say fire it up (fire it up)
Say fire it up (fire it up)
To all my dogs that's straight blunted
Run around in the 500 all day
Let me hear you say fire it up (fire it up)
Say fire it up (fire it up)
C'MON!

Now, everytime that I meet a nigga who fronting
It's alright 'cause you getting money and everybody want it
Smoke a big sliff
Get myself for a blunted
Fall on the floor and I gotta call my S500
Iceburg 5 where you at
No need for alarm
Right now I'm cruising to the sounds of my enhancing song
Hurry up 5
Ayyo you know it's about to get thick
I see this cat a way behind my back about to do a stick
Tell me where you at
I will be there in 10 seconds flat
You know I got your back
I'll be there just in time to counteract
Sometimes I'm unforget cooth
My S5 bulletproof
I turbo boost
And blast right through your motherfucking roof
Coming through
Hitting you
Knocking out a nigga's tooth
Full speed ahead like we running a toll booth
Produce more flavor than Very Fine juice
Call a truce
Before me and my niggas'll let loose

All my ladies in the place to be
Getting money while they next to me
Let me see
Let me hear you say fire it up (fire it up)
Say fire it up (fire it up)
All my people just wave your hand
Getting money all across the land
One time
Let me hear you say fire it up (fire it up)
Say fire it up (fire it up)
C'MON!

Bleach the heat
You're letting loose to the extreme
Me and the Iceburg S5 bounce from the scene
Recline my seat rock to the beat
Leaning so hard, it's like my whole squad up in the Jeep
Blowing up the spot or we hit them know what I mean
Got you open we keeping you niggas up like caffine
Flying ghetto team
Seeing everything on my little computer screen
From here to Phillipine
Keep it moving we never run out of gasoline
Gas me you ossen a nigga with kerosine
Me and my 5 be running some mission you've never seen
Hot shit making you niggas forever feen
Anyone of you coming, you better come clean
Hit you with an overdose of more rhyme and Phetamine
Got your eye blood shot you need Physine
Niggas is wyling I think you need to read the sireen

What ya'll wanna do 
Don't you know we always coming through
Me and my crew
Lemme hear you say fire it up (fire it up)
Say fire it up (fire it up)
To all my dogs that's straight blunted
Run around in the 500
All day
Lemme hear you say fire it up (fire it up)
Say fire it up (fire it up)
To all my ladies in the place to be
Getting money while they next to me
Let me see
Lemme hear you say fire it up (fire it up)
Say fire it up (fire it up)
To all my people just wave your hand
Getting money all across the land
One time
Lemme hear you say fire it up (fire it up)
Say fire it up (fire it up)
C'MON!

Intro: Busta Rhymes

Hey, another one of them Flipmode joints
Busta Rhymes y'all, word mother y'all, check it out y'all
Just swing to the left, swing to the right
Make ya feel good, feel alright
One time, feel good yeah y'all
Busta Rhymes in the place y'all
Makin you feel real good y'all
Flipmode is the Squad in the place y'all

Verse One: Busta Rhymes

Buckwild to all of my niggaz who don't care
Floss like a bunch of young black millionaires
Makin ya run, me and my Dunn, stackin my ones
Floss a lil', invest up in a mutual fund
Blowin the horn, a sense of every day I was born
Never dream I see a nigga landscaping my lawn
Dangerous, my nigga shit be accurate
Have to get, the flow be so immaculate
Aiyyo, aiyyo, watchin my dough, sippin my Moe'
Slippin in slow, them pretty bitches sayin hello
Anyway go 'head and diss, play your Oil of Olay
Little honeydip within a little Cariola
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: Busta Rhymes

This, is, serious
We could make you delirious
You should have a healthy fear of us
Cause too much of us is dangerous
So dangerous, we so dangerous
My Flipmode Squad is dangerous
So dangerous, we so dangerous
My whole entire unit is dangerous

Verse Two: Busta Rhymes

Hold your breath, we swingin it from right to left
Word to Wyclef, nigga shit be hot to death
Stayin Alive, you know only the stronger survive
Holdin my heat, under my seat, whippin my five
Bassline for all of my people movin around
Give me a pound, all of my niggaz holdin it down
Cuttin you up, the new shit, ruckin you up
Fuckin you up, my black hole, suckin you up
Back in the days, a nigga used 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 groove, my jigga jigga makin you bounce
Others is fair, me and my niggaz breakin the bread
Straight gettin it, we got you niggaz 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

Interlude: Busta Rhymes

One time y'all
Throw your hands real high y'all
Yea, get down y'all
Let me see you all y'all
Busta Rhymes, Flipmode y'all
Nineteen ninety eight y'all
Ha, get down ya'll
Let's have a ball y'all

Verse Three: Busta Rhymes

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 liquor, y'all niggaz'll drown me
Makin ya drunk, feelin the funk, blazin the skunk
Stay hittin 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

Outro: Busta Rhymes

Uhh uhh, uhh
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uhh
Uh-HUH, uhh
Uhh, uhh, uhh
Uhh uhh
Uh-huh, uhh
Uh-huh
Uhh uhh
Ahh ahh, uhh ahh

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 bared foot all day like kunta kinte
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

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

f/ Janet Jackson

[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 body cream)
Make you have wet dreams (make you have wet dreams)
What what what, what's it gonna be?!

[Busta Rhymes]
What what, what, party people
seeing you waving your hand high
Hot shit, burning you making your ass fry, baby c'mon
Give you the shit what that make you quiver while I deliver
the shit that'll hit you right in your live
Always SoundScan'n, we never leavin you hangin
I'm always doin my thang and my music always be bangin, so check it
You know we be always movin the crowd (crowd)
Type of feeling that make you wanna go play it loud (loud) whattup?
*echoes* WHEN, WE, COME, and hit YOU
Best believe, we really gon' get YOU
Light up whatever you wanna flaunt
Cause we be dippin it baby, so what you want? Here we go
Paintin the picture we keep it hot in the winter
Now big up my people you know I'm always wit'cha -- Flipmode!
We blowin and takin over the planet - full blast
Hittin with Busta Rhymes and Janet and you know we're gonna

[Janet Jackson] (Busta Rhymes)
Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet
(Ah ah, ah ah, gonna make your body wet)
Gonna make gonna make your body scream again
(Yeah, gonna make your body scream out yeah yeah)
Gonna make gonna make you think of naughty things
(Uh uh, make you think of naughty things)
Like me on you (or me on you) and you on me 
What's it gonna be?! (what it's gon' be?)

Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet
(Ah ah, yeah, we gonna make your body wet)
Gonna make gonna make your body scream again
(Ha ha, gonna make your body scream out yeah yeah!)
Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body cream
(Yeah! Hah, gonna make your body cream)
Make you have wet dreams (make you have wet dreams)
What what what, what's it gonna be?!

[Busta Rhymes] (Janet)
What, what, what.. what what?
We gonna make your body feel wet (WET)
We gonna make your body say yeah (YEAH!)
I wanna know where my road dawgs is it
I wanna know where my live women is at - Where you at?
We gonna make your body feel wet (WET)
We gonna make your body say yeah (YEAH!!)
Now everybody wave your hand real high - real high
And let me see you all put em up in the sky - c'mon
Makin my niggaz just say HO, word up
And makin you women just say AH, baby c'mon
Bringin it to you in many ways
We makin and takin you people right through another phase, c'mon
We rocking it baby that's how we dropping it baby
There ain't no stopping it baby I know we driving you crazy
And then we hit with the greatest of all times - times times
No matter what you do baby, we gon' shine and you know we're gonna

[Janet Jackson] (Busta Rhymes)
Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet
(Yeah, gonna make your body wet)
Gonna make gonna make your body scream again
(Ah, gonna make your body scream out yeah yeah)
Gonna make gonna make you think of naughty things
(Yeah! Gonna think of naughty things)
Like me on you (or me on you) and you on me 
What's it gonna be?! (yeah, what it's gon' be?)

Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet
(Hah, yeah, we gonna make your body wet)
Gonna make gonna make your body scream again
(Hah, we gonna make your body scream out yeah yeah!)
Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body cream
(Yeah! Hah, gonna make your body cream)
Make you have wet dreams (make you have wet dreams)
What what what, what's it gonna be?!
(What, what, what, what it's gon' be?)

Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet
(Hah, yeah, gonna make your body wet girl)
Gonna make gonna make your body scream again
(Hah, yeah, gonna make your body scream out yeah yeah)
Gonna make gonna make you think of naughty things
(Yeah! Gonna think of naughty things)
Like me on you (or me on you) and you on me 
What's it gonna be?! (what it's gon' be?)

Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet
(Ah, yeah, gonna make your body real wet girl)
Gonna make gonna make your body scream again
(Hah, gonna make your body scream out yeah yeah!)
Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body cream
(Yeah! Gonna make your body cream)
Make you have wet dreams (make you have wet dreams)
What what what, what's it gonna be?!
(What what what, wha-what what WHAT?!)

Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet
(Hah, gonna make your body wet girl)
Gonna make gonna make your body scream again
(Yeah, gonna make your body scream out yeah yeah)
Gonna make gonna make you think of naughty things
(Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! You gon' think of naughty things)
Like me on you (like me on you) and you on me 
What's it gonna be?! (what it's gon' be?)

Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet
(Hah, gonna make your body real wet)
Gonna make gonna make your body scream again
(Yeah, gonna make your body scream out yeah yeah!)
Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body cream
(Yeah! Gonna make your body cream)
Make you have wet dreams (make you have wet dreams)
What what what, what's it gonna be?!

[Busta Rhymes]
What wha-what, what, what what it's gon' BE?!
Busta Rhymes, and Janet Jackson
Finally
Flipmode baby what?
Yeah yeah, what it's gonna be?
What it's gon' be?!
What it's gon' be?!
What's it gonna be?!
What what what, wha-what WHAT?!
Yeah
Uh uh uh, ah ah, ah ah, ah, ah-ah

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 sumn', make a nigga close both of your eyes
All my niggas gettin' 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
Shoulda' thought twice 'fo you went and opened 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 niggas is lame
It's not a game, makin' names still splittin' your frames!

Chorus:
Y'all niggas had enough?
Gimme some more
Y'all niggas want the wild shit?
Gimme some more
Yo Spliff where the weed at?
Gimme some more
I know ya'll niggas 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

Flash with a rash gimme my cash flickin my ash
Runnin' with my money son go out with a blast
Do what you want, a nigga's 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 room for me and all my niggas to pass through
Cartier, Sidney Poitier, hooray shit
What with all my niggas from around the way shit
When I come through you niggas know I do my thing
Bring more shit that generate money, chi-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

Yo, live nigga shit know what I mean
I represent while we gettin' money and reign supreme
Hope you niggas know we comin' through full steam
Can't see you better turn on your high beam
All my niggas while I'm ringing the sireen
Flipmode be the glory niggas 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 rippin' it be blowing it down
Blowing you off fuckin' wit' the hottest niggas around
Like it's when me and my people run through your town
Holdin' it down takin' a while and then gimme my crown
Ay, yo! 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 shout that's what I be all about
Turnin' you out makin' all you niggas fall out!

Chorus

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?) 

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¡Їall with the one TWO
Break y¡Їall niggas that y¡Їall niggas won¡Їt even know what to DO
Break fool, make all y¡Їall people wanna come TO
Feel the force of my shit kickin¡Ї like it was Kung FU
Blast THROUGH, don¡Їt these corny niggas harass YOU
Set a tone in the streets where even the fans blast YOU
Ask YOU niggas, do y¡Їall really want the brand NEW?
Corny niggas just finish your time and over pass DU
HE HA What HO, think it¡Їs way pass your CURFEW
Hit you with some shit that make doctors come have to nurse YOU
YOU YOU YOU
I¡Їm rollin¡Ї with my whole CREW
Bounce threw niggas when ever we surround YOU
Flipmode role THICK, and you know we don¡Їt QUIT 
Hit you with some more HITS that make y¡Їall wanna 
go SHIT SHIT SHIT
YO make y¡Їall 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¡Їall know what to do ok, TEAR DA ROOF OFF
OFF OFF OFF, TEAR DA ROOF OFF, YO
Y¡Їall know what do I¡Їm sayin¡Ї TEAR DA ROOF OFF

One more time I hit y¡Їall with a crime
WHILE I be in my rhyme I hear that a drop of a dime
WILDIN¡Ї all in my Tim BOOTS
Now we stackin¡Ї mad LOOT
Everybody holdin and 21 gun soLUTE
Anyway any HOW, I¡Їma give it to you NOW
You ain¡Їt wildin my nigga, that is something I won¡Їt ALLOW
One Two Three Four, I be knockin¡Ї at your DOOR
Hit y¡Їall niggas with an effect that y¡Їall never felt beFORE
OR leave you with someMORE freaky dicky metaPHOR
Rep for all my niggas who stay reppin¡Ї the hardCORE
Slug it out, bugging out, all off my niggas THUG IT OUT
Tired of all these weak niggas now I¡Їma RUB YOU OUT
Yo, what you talkin BOUT, make y¡Їall 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¡Ї 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¡Ї 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

(Busta)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (get out)
Such a remarkable sound (get out)
Yeah, such a remarkable sound (get out of here)
Flipmode get down now
Yeah check it out, such a remarkable sound (get out of here)
Busta Rhymes comin through get down (get out, get out)
What the deal now (get out of here)
Yeah, yeah

(Verse 1)
Are you ready to get on? (Who, me?)
I cause such a reaction makin all my people go (Ooh-wee!)
Just like a group of happy children
Yo its such a feelin
To see all of my live ballers (Carry on now)
Oh see how I be gettin so passionate
I get a real eagle and I bust my shit off by accident
The God bless glory
Success story
Whiteboy better but a stash up in my armrest for me
The way I blow shit up its like a bomb threat for me
I gotta blast and demolish everything before me
I throw your shit in the back now
You're wack now
And ain't no kind of turnin back now
So relentless
I won't even let you fools finish a freakin sentence
Call for my people like a school attendance
And then I strike with a triflin vengeance
Reppin like a winner
And do away with every last one of you wack niggas

(Chorus)
So (Get out)
If you's a fake just (Get out)
You need to just (Get out of here)
Police you try to close the club (Get out)
You really should (Get out)
You need to just (Get out of here)
Chick 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)

(Verse 2)
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 soldiers allowed there's nothin you can do
Frontin with your crew while you talkin to corny chickens too
Nevertheless address the cheddar for the treasure chest
So bless the spot before the thugs close chest
One time
I hope yall know just what the motherfuck your dealin with
Got so much platinum for this beat you thought I was a silversmith
We phat now so look at how we brought it back now
We made it possible for streets to hold a stat now
And become the wealthiest, healthiest
And bring the fire that will reach about 1000 degrees celsius
Hold on, bank this money, better roll on
Or sing a broke folk song I'll be for so long
Paid with a big brim hat just like a lampshade with bells
Wylin in the truck, the choice to roll with me
We be them new millennium prime time niggas
Walk the fine line niggas, sippin fine wine niggas
Now, if you cross the line we fuck around and blind niggas
With so much press it's like we did the illest crime niggas
What? You know I'm like a loco man, noble man
Turned global man, rippin bicoastal 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 aint rollin with it!

(Chorus)
So (get out)
If you be frontin just (get out)
You need to just (get out of here)
Police you tryin to close the club (get out)
You really should (get out)
PLEASE just (get out of here)
Chick 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're not (get out)
You really should (get out of here)


Get out, get out, get out of here
(Repeat x 4)

Now (now)
Ready for wylin' my niggas
Let's set it like we on an island my niggas
I'm with it (What what what what)
Yo
My clique startle bitches
With a remarkable sparkle
For my bitches with me (What what what what)
You know we stay dumb
And keep shop running
Just the like the 24-hour deli
The way y'all niggas be popping that shit you be talking
Y'all niggas don't mean nothing
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 telly
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 niggas and smoke up a ounce
Crowd up in whatever amounts
Making bitches skip to my bounce
So whenever we be shining like diamond
Fresher than the fragrance of limon
When we strike
It's all in the timing
Corporate niggas ball on how we be stylin'
Fucking with huge contracts
With white beaters on
On the day of the signing
Making all my bitches check for this shit
My live niggas know the truth
That's why they always got respect for this shit


[Chorus:]
Bust one for me, Bladow!
All my niggas holding they gun with me, Bladow!
And resting and stacking 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 till they cum with me, Bladow!
Wylin' at me, having they fun with me, Bladow!
In this club all they keep beating they drums with me, Bladow!
In a slung with me, Bladow!
Bust one for me, Bladow!

And now we mash y'all
Harass y'all
Until the shit we doing pass y'all
You know we steadily, readily
Give it to niggas
And blow up the spot for niggas
Before we do the dash y'all
Yo
Ain't nothing wrong until we perform
Y'all niggas know we bout to blast y'all
Fast
Me and my niggas crash the party
If my niggas were shitters
Splash bitches before we flash y'all
Now what's up
All of my niggas salute
Where we get busy
Gimme me my loot
All way 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 niggas back to the root
Tying my laces all up in my boot
All the bitches say that I'm cute
Blowing on it just like a flute
And now
Before we blind y'all
We shine and remind y'all
Should be gappy
Always one of a kind y'all
We constructing a new design y'all
Better keep up my niggas
Because you will get left behind y'all
Let us bust a bottle of wine now
And celebrate in the name of them niggas
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 keeping you dumming
And get the breaking all the shit up in club
Once you know that we coming
My bitches check for this shit
My live niggas know the truth
That's why they always got respect for this shit

[Chorus:]
Bust one for me, Bladow!
All my niggas holding they gun with me, Bladow!
And resting and stacking 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 till they cum with me, Bladow!
Wylin' at me, having they fun with me, Bladow!
In this club all they keep beating they drums with me, Bladow!
In a slung with me, Bladow!
Bust one for me, Bladow!

Yeah
To all my niggas and all my bitches
That just wanna live
Live good
Feel good
Yeah
Just bounce to this shit
Come on
Bounce to this shit
All my niggas and my bitches
Just bounce to this shit
Come on
Bounce to this shit
Yeah
Flipmode constantly
Enough of that