Yeah
The Rulership
Anarchy ni**as
Spliff Starr
Bus-a-bus
Roc Marci
Rah Digga
Baby Sham
Rampage
Yeah
Another Voyage ni**a

One, two, three
Come on

Here we go again
Y`all ni**as know we have to give it to you
Here we go again
Now feel this banger while it`s running through you
Here we go again
We come to hit y`all with that ni**a music
Here we go again
More s**t for y`all gon` hear the drug abuse it
Here we go again
Now watch the way we always blow the spot
Here we go again
We f**k s**t up and take the s**t you got
Here we go again
Flipmode you know we always bring it
(What?)
Bring it
(What?)
Bring it
(What?)
Bring it
(What?)
Bring it

I`m a real wise guy, you can`t f**k with me
You could catch a quick bullet like Brandon Lee
Carry my squad on my back like a M.V.P.
I got a sick paddle log that`s banned from TV
Charge your whole squad a hundred CC
Straight from the streets, learn from OG`s
Rocks ain`t nothing my jewels is deep freeze
Blood, sweat, and tears, gotta stack the G`s

They don`t wanna see me twenty pounds heavier
On the cellular they wanna see me shot and bellied up
I tell you what when I`m switching my whips
I bury one walk around in the streets with heavy guns
Bust it, marinate in your self-source
A couple shells to dry you out to a pale horse
Smashing your image, take it back
Then we crack with a villian
Scratching my d-dick plus be the rapper to liquid

Spliff starr
Rampage
Rah Digga
Roc Marci
Baby Sham
Busta Rhymes
DJ Scratchator
Flipmode Squad
Muthaf**ker, what y`all ni**as want?
Yeah you know we always gonna give it to you
Hardcore

I double drop kick ni**as run around evict ni**as
Give it to you full blown like H.I.V. sick ni**as
Act like you know B, I watch you die slowly
Tapped action like Charles Dick to Kobe
Was a blood spilling smack a f**ot from the village
Steam boil cabbage and hurt your Mama feelings
Run you off the court, defeat you at your sport
Spit, pop, and twist ni**as like Moet corks

What now hardcore sounds, we snatch crowns
Too much mouth you lay down we clear crowds
Send a large threat what you expect
For me to get rich ni**a and blow off my set
Never that I`ma rep Flipmode
Till the sky`s black turn to macks
And hear how we murdered this track
Do you feel me dogs?
Six blocks, ninety-six buildings
Brick walls, still push rock
`Cause I`m the source

Now make noise one time for the tight little swinger
Posing in flicks sticking up my middle finger
Everybody trying to get they little shine these days
Make a bitch cold flip back to my grimy ways
Ball in my court, those who lack sport
Tear they ass to the roof without the black thought
Coming on the scene thinking you the Don Juan
Type crimes have you pissing all in your Sean Don

Here we go now
Now what the f**k y`all ni**as want?
And how we blow
And give you all exactly what you want?
See Flipmode is the squad
Whatever ni**as wanna try
We smash you in your face
And make it black around your eye
We out to wreck it no doubt
I`m out to hit y`all with some s**t that make you
Bug the f**k out
And make y`all ni**as get real arrogant and
Thug the f**k out
And everytime we in the spot
We always smash s**t and make y`all ni**as
Bust a slug out

Here we go again
Y`all ni**as know we have to give it to you
Here we go again
Now feel this banger while it`s running through you
Here we go again
We come to hit y`all with that ni**a music
Here we go again
More s**t for y`all gon`` hear the drug abuse it
Here we go again
Now watch the way we always blow the spot
Here we go again
We f**k s**t up and take the s**t you got
Here we go again
Flipmode you know we always bring it
(What?)
Bring it
(What?)
Bring it
(What?)
Bring it
(What?)
Bring it

Ha
Flipmode
New album
Labor Day 2000
F**kers
The Rulership LP
Flipmode Squad
Unstoppable
Cut the s**t off
Cut it off