[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
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 n***as
Ya don't stop
To my n***as in the street
Ya don't stop
To my n***as 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 n***as show love then we show you love back
Y'all n***as want beef f** it take it to the streets
Y'all n***as gon chill Then we sit down and we build
My squad finally here Unit of the year
We settin up shop and we ain't 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]
n***as wanna get me touched
(Naw they can't 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 co*k block my life
Add a little spice Devil eyes snake rise on dice
Have your fam call christ Flipmode battle for mics
All my sh** 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 d**h 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 sh** 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 b**hes that I bounce with
Everybody else get the gas like Auschwitz
Like, flows for real like a rap b**h should
Type takin n***as 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 b**h n***a 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
n***as on the low be recording us
My rhyme flow remain poisonous
Thus Yo your sh** sound wack still annoying us
We alive n***a ain't no destroying us
You better off if you come join with us
Perpendicular Or an*lyzing my whole molecular
In particular Roll with my squad or go singular
I ain't into b**hes who f** animals like caligula
More hot sh** so get your water sprinkler
Fire extinguisher Rhyme prime minister
C'MON! Never mistake me for nobody else
Another blast make you sh** 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 sh** bouncin in a Honda Prelude
Let's G off n***a ease off I make you breeze off
Brickfull make you rip your jeans off
[Chorus]