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CHORUS
Ya don t stop
To my people in the front
Ya don t stop
To my people in the rear
Say what
Throw your hands in the air
Ya don t stop
To my people on the left
Ya don t stop
To my people on the right
Ya don t stop
To my people everywhere
Say what
Throw your hands in the air
Ya don t stop
To my people in New York
Ya don t stop
To my people down south
Ya don t stop
To my people out west
Say what
Throw your hands in the air
To my hip hop niggas
Ya don t stop
To my niggas in the street
Ya don t stop
To my niggas gettin money
Say what
Throw your hands in the air
Ya don t stop

[Spliff Star]
Uh, straight off the bat
My squad is known across the map
When y all niggas show love then we show you love back
Y all niggas want beef
Fuck it take it to the streets
Y all niggas gon chill
Then we sit down and we build
My squad finally here
Unit of the year
We settin up shop and we aint going nowhere
We want it all
Even if we gotta brawl for it
We want it all
Even if you gotta fall for it
We stage wreckers
Fifty-two car deckers
Reppin to the world till the law come and get us
You jealous fellas
I m puttin holes in vendettas
Twist your body
With two shells from a shottie POW!

[Baby Sham]
Niggas wanna get me touched
(Naw they cant touch you)
Shinin and flossin too much
(Naw they can t cross you)
Light on my toes
Left him ten feet
Part from his heat
Play it softly
The truth speaks through this poetry
For me to call shot
Cock block my life
Add a little spice
Devil eyes snake rise on dice
Have your fam call christ
Flipmode battle for mics
All my shit be high priced
I m slashing dikes
Feel me
Liftin thugs out they crease it s quickly
Shift two keys in two weeks
And gross forty g s
Report me
And live shortly
Slouch cat livin off calibil breeze
You wanna get involved
Better grip on tight
Take the next flight
We got it locked on the next bike

[Rampage]
Check it out
I got the eye of a tiger
That s plan to go higher
My squad is on fire
And till death do us
If the label wanna sue us
Yo I m taking the reels
I m the man with the gat that be ready to peel
I m the one next to Spliff when it s time to ill
I ma show by astro red cross and blue shields
Watch us make a move
Catch us on smokin groove
Rules house of blues
MTV News
On the bus with my Flipmode loco (loco)
Takin flicks
Hittin chicks by the dozen (dozen)
Keep a shot runnin
Now I m on a journey
It take you twenty light years to burn me (burn me)
If you want beef call my attorney
All that other wack shit don t concern me
I m being felt
I got a title under my belt
I m out to get the wealth
I m bout my squad and myself

CHORUS

[Rah Digga]
Uhh
Comin correct for all my Flipmode brothers
Stats ratin higher then that of single mothers
Peace to my Outz clique
Bitches that I bounce with
Everybody else get the gas like Auschwitz
Like, flows for real like a rap bitch should
Type takin niggas out like they packaged goods
Rappers wanna contest
They buggin
Straight up and down we run the underground like H. Tubman
What, I m the bomb bitch
nigga RAH
D-I-G got Rah
God be my
Witness
Long as I walk this globe
I be spittin more verses than the Book of Job

[Busta Rhymes]
Why are you ignoring us
Running into hiding and avoiding us
Niggas on the low be recording us
My rhyme flow remain poisonous
Thus
Yo your shit sound wack still annoying us
We alive nigga aint no destroying us
You better off if you come join with us
Perpendicular
Or analyzing my whole molecular
In particular
Roll with my squad or go singular
I aint into bitches who fuck animals like caligula
More hot shit so get your water sprinkler
Fire extinguisher
Rhyme prime minister
C MON!
Never mistake me for nobody else
Another blast make you shit on yourself
I hope all y all know that I always master the art
Rip you apart
Put your hand on my heart
Flipmode number one on the charts
Solo or collective
My perspective the objective
Is to win
All praises due to my squad one in the same
Cherish every blessing I have to make y all witness my name
Burn another calorie
Come inside my galaxy
Put your money where your mouth is double your salary
Hey dude you know we stay rude high on a aquelude
Bust your shit bouncin in a Honda Prelude
Let s G off
Nigga ease off
I make you breeze off
Brickfull make you rip your jeans off

CHORUS

Tekst :

(Rah-Digga)
I be the worst like Nick
To all them mc thugs
Like them 4 little kids
And the teacher gettin plugged
I don t give a fuck style
Tell me come jiggy
I rock kix and swishees
Coppin moet wit 2 counterfeit 50 s
What?
Dirty girl rhyme spit mucous
Speech uncoothe
And raise the roof like Lukas
12 years done rocked through all phases
Watch your peeps scream the bitch was the blazest
(Spliff Starr)
Niggas run they mouth about my click
Not smart
I bust your bloodclot
Then drop you upon the sidewalk
(Chi-chi-chi-Blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a vicious blow
You know my style
Spliff the foul
Through your stereo
Spliff Starr ignorant immigrant
I m gettin it
Money, fast car, fine broads, what
I m hittin it (that s right)
Raw shit i m spittin it
At you and yours
Make you feel the pain nigga
Like the dick to your balls
Thug blood fluid
Pumpin in the face of my music
Drop the street shit
Watch the whole world rock to it
Nigga Squad!!!
(Baby Sham)
Squad had em opin
Had his bitch scopin
Sittin by the bar
Sippin Heinken s totein
Pinky rings glowin
Triple beams to the club
My man is half thug
Giving me pound and holdin grudge
Feelin my shit
So I can put a lock on your clik
Your style is past tense
Hold on, Hold on
You just started rappin
Ever since you heard the shit
We fuckin wit it s platinum
Slow your growth
Stop the show
Go at you both
Hit you with more bars than soap
Sham is the name
Feelin invain
Fiendin for dope
(Buckshot)
Yeah, you know we got cha opin!!!
Hook:
Don t front, you know we got cha opin kid
Don t front, you know we got cha opin kid
Don t front, you know we got cha opin kid
Don t front, you know we got cha opin kid
Don t front, you know we got cha opin kid
Yo, stop frontin, you know we got cha opin kid
Don t front, you know we got cha opin kid
Stop frontin, you know we got cha opin kid
(Ramoage)
Niggas made me mad
And now I wanna clap shit (Uh)
I reign supreme in this muthafuckin rap shit
I lost my mind
I can t get it back
The way that I m spittin, yo
I spit ya fuckin wig back
Don t front, my squad got you opin
Hit you with a buck fifty
Here s a token
Ramp is smokin
I m no joke and
I leave your face broken
This is survival of the fittest
Get wit us
All you critics and bullshitters
My nine goes bang
I m talkin street slang
I m reppin Flipmode
Plus I m doing my thang
On the side
We won t let it ride
Nigga don t hide
(Lord Have Mercy)
Landlord innovator
Switch lanes no indicator
The general, cash generator
Master and saviour
Nigga stay massive in nature
When tooth shatter ya die bone
In the savage cyclone of cops, sirens, and cases
Who read the bible for basics?
When I m crooked eye with rivals
Horizontal in God s places
Suspicious of all
Now who dat???
Quick on the draw
Lick a paw
For loved ones blood runs cold in the winter wars
Check the criminal thoughts
Villains warp with the invisible force
Know the ledge
Stay focused like photo lens
And spread wings like Cobra heads
Till I m old and dead
(Busta)
Hot shit, toxic
You know we blocks shit
Traffic in the streets system
All in your jeep knocks shit
Julio for no reason back the fifth
And he cocks it
Rock shit, we make niggas mad
And wanna pop shit
Massive and attractive
Niggas is captive
Chemotherapy needed
Lyrics radioactive
When I hit hard
It get my dick hard
In my backyard
Analyze the stars
On how to defeat all odds
In a new zone
I m on a new phone
Make most of the wackest rapper niggas
Wanna find a new home
Like Rasco jeans
My style flip two-tone
Pass my blue chrome
Here s one of the best of Busta Rhymes own
My debut made you
Wonder who
Shit blazes so much
You wish you could play out
So you could blaze, too
Before I shout you
Or give reason to doubt you
I study shit and re-analyze everything about you
My rhymes on the preserve
Niggas know we deserve
Everything up in your stash and in the reserve
Fuck that!!!
Hook up all my lyrics on the echos and the re-verbs
Never fuck with these herbs
My squad remains superb
(Buckshot)
(Heh) Walkin thru the streets
Undercovers follow us, stress
Muthafuckas on the regular to bust
Trust us
We don t get enough
Nigga wha-what?
Dirty baggy jeans
Black napsack with something for ya gut
Wooly-type skully
Fully strapped, black bulletproof, and match
Quick,
Whip up a batch
Of bullets to blow up the map
Shit
Collapse, perhaps doing this in the raps
In the long time, ya trapped
Buck make em react
God verse attack
Let em know the moon is still black
And it s a fact...
Don t front, you know we got cha opin, kid
Don t front, you know we got cha opin, kid
Don t front, you know we got cha opin, kid
Yo stop frontin, ya know we got cha opin
Don t front, you know we got cha opin, yo
Don t front, you know we got cha opin, kid
Don t front, you know we got cha opin, kid
Yo stop frontin, you know we got cha opin
Huh, word life
Mad niggas opin
Yeah, word life
Flipmode, muthafuckin Buckshot
Mad niggas scopin
Buck to ya brain!!!!!

Tekst :

Verse 1: Spliff Star

Yeah
Heh
A Flipmode y all (x4)
Hah
Heh
Hahahaha
Yo
Yo, Uh
I spits rhymes for thug cats
Neighborhood drug rats
Hardcore
Keep it raw
What
Niggaz love that
Stack the greenbacks
And stay steady with the weed sack
Spliff Star one of the famous foreigners
>From East Flat-Bush
Fire arms till you no longer breather black
Make it hot
Standin on the corner wit the G-Pack
Look at me
Lampin in defiance wit my seats back
Got the game to fuck wit ?Jane? where you and her sleep at

Verse 2: Rah Digga

Lyrically inclined
And inclined to get lyrical
Checkin for residuals
Rhymin be the ritual
Ill individual
Bad habitat
Watch my voice battle cats
While i m spittin battle raps
On the high horse
And i keep my saddle strapped
You d be headin up the river like where the paddle at?
Got a rhyme overload
Rah Digga always front ya
Leavin niggaz stuck like I was accupuncture

Chorus:

Got niggaz from the hood
Thinkin shit all good
I m askin all y all
WATCHA COME AROUND HERE FO!!!
Got niggaz outta town
Tryin to come and be down
I m askin all y all
WATCHA COME AROUND HERE FO!!!
Got niggaz online
Think they fuckin wit mine
I m askin all y all
WATCHA COME AROUND HERE FO!!!
I m askin all y all
WATCHA COME AROUND HERE FO!!!
I m askin all y all
WATCHA COME AROUND HERE FO!!!

Verse 3: Baby Sham

It makes alot of sense
When you see Sham in black Benz
With high friends
Pull up the club wit dark tints
Never jump out
Thats why they lookin dead in my mouth
They must have doubts
Like who the stars wit no lookouts
You d be amazed and surprised to who would run in your house
And tag their names on the stomach of your pregnant spouse
I shall leave you wit dat
BIB from QB
Boys In Black
And foul attitudes to match

Verse 4: Busta Rhymes

Yo
Now who you be god
I be the soul controller
I burst gas like the fizz outta your Coca Cola
Live shit like the energy of solar
With thug niggaz wit names like Bullet Head and Cobra
Street niggaz be feelin the nights gettin cold, the rock
Bear skin furs like Australian polar
Hang up on whack bitches who call the Motorolla
And smack faggots like you don t make me have ta show ya

Chorus

Verse 5: Rampage

Ramp i m not talkin son I m comin out clappin
All you whack niggaz be poppin shit y all niggaz actin
Flipmode number 1 squad that make shit happen
I m rippin down shit while y all other niggaz slackin
Money cats is stocked and locked plus I m stackin
Them grimy niggaz rollin with me
Them niggaz packin
Bust 4 in your face pop 4 in your back and
8 bullets total in all I m street trackin

Verse 6: (Unknown Member)

2 for my block like 10 in the mornin
Squish your organs like Swiss scheese whippin the arm
And flava blaze I play the corner
Wake up your neighbors wit my tape in order to feel my aura
Mauziano I m like a silver Tzar holdin golden
Metal & dough I hold my arm swollen
On the farm belong for soldiers I control is like they seein Moses
Fiendin for flows I pose to split you open
Layin back rappers for motion picture me slap on my rappin boots

Chorus

Verse 7: Lord Have Mercy

The earth is the globe
Where I work my magic like Merlin unfold
Surface enclosure
Life worthless no goals
Perfect controls
Like Ayatola s turbans and robes
From the counties of kings
Bails, bounties, pissie lobbies
50 armies
Probably bring hell on this earth
Legend of dirt
Smash ghettos & General s turf
Menace incredible work
Land Lord blaze him and gave him the dirt
Hah

Chorus

I detect a side-effect of a complicated life
The edge is on, sharp as a knife
Underground tremor, stop it with a dime
Hey girl, call me if you change your mind
Contemplation, meditation, all that jive
Taking out the medicine just before sunrise
Underground tremor, stop it with a dime
Hey girl, call me if you...

I set out on a narrow way, many years ago
Hoping I would find true love along the broken road
But I got lost a time or two
Wiped my brow and kept pushing through
I couldn t see how every sign pointed straight to you

That every long lost dream led me to where...

Cuando me encuentro mal,
sin razón para andar,
son mis sueños los que van hacia tí,
yo se como gurdar un trocito de mar
y comer el deseo de seguir
y crear castillos de marfíl
y así volar sin despertar
y sentir que estas aquí
y al girar mi sueño se habra hecho realidad,
iluminar mi corazón,
con tu luz...

These weapons of mass destruction
Around our world, threat to us all!
Operated by fears, cold over years
Systematic death, terminal breath!

Leaders of our time just stand behind
An arsenal to end us all!
Fighting a war, we can t ignore

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