Busta Rhymes Flipmode Squad

[Rampage]

It's like battle of the stars, spittin' bars

Foreign cars, never been to Mars

I'm the wizard of Oz, down to the yellow brick road

Flip Mode!Yo, we got this shit blowed

98 platinum an' the gold

I'm a dissector, 15 on the richter

Yo they owe me publishin' at Elektra

Don't let the Ramp wretch ya, I'm-a catch ya

My squad bring the pressure, new trend setter

Watch me get this cheddar, my life is gettin' better, WHA!

[Baby Sham]

Let me find out niggaz poppin' shit from the mouth

Post-ponin' some two macs that's spittin' from the holsters

You feel this cuz you chose this

I split wigs like the ocean, respect Moses

More clips to spit, Flip Mode runnin' this shit

So bounce to this, rollie on wrist

My platinum shit half wit' sin

See me in the club by the door bulgin' in

Rockin' the lin, my waves spin tight, dark skin

Baby Sham spittin' all in the mix on foul blends

Unhh...uhhh...

CHORUS:

[Busta] What ya'll niggaz wanna do right now?

[Flip Mode] We wanna do it again, we wanna do it again

[Busta] I..say...what my Flip Mode unit wanna do now?

[Flip Mode] We wanna do it again, again again and again

[Busta] I...say...do that shit

[Flip Mode] I say do that shit

[Busta] Uh-do that real live shit

[Flip Mode] Uh do that real live shit!

[Busta] You know we comin' through shit

[Flip Mode] You know we comin' thru shit

[Busta] Ay-yo we here to rule shit!

[Flip Mode] Ay-yo we here to rule shit!

[Rah Digga]

What?! You like the hooptie that ain't been test driven

I say fresh spittin', less stricken and cess ridden, WHAT?

Watch 'mira' mack the steez

Then I cut a bitch clean like I was Latin Queens

Digga on the track watch the sales quadruple

Flex like I'm feelin' it, red like my poo-poo!

Some shit with Fendi type galoshes

On some Rah-shit wit' real estate where the Taj is

Fuckin' with the Outz on the pre-product

Had this other click once but they reefer sucked

Well, time to blaze watch how I swing

Cuz I be mad like Max and merciless like Ming

[Spliff Star]

Interception, throw the microphone in my direction

Let me step to these pussies raw dog wit' no protection

Strokin' dem until they bleed and they can't breathe

Run up in they click with ten terrorizing theives

Ya'll niggaz is twat, my squad form like SWAT

Spliff Star comin' through ya like it or not

High off pot, make it hot like a coke plot

Refuse to lose, we keeps the flock, I'm earnin' my props, WHAT!

CHORUS

[Lord Have Mercy]

Ay-yo fuck dem and everything they love on this Earth

Keep 'em runnin' from birth til' the jet black bubble cris Hurst

And run a stick turf wit' double his purse

Hustlin' curse like pastors who got guns in the church

Ones in the church...hmmm...rum in the church

Dark, kissin' a worm til' they jugular burst

Speak last rites then kick the dust on them first

Kemosabe!Your arms too short to box with me

(For-geddit) Call shots wit' me (for-geddit)

Laugh now cry later, I kill beef like mad cow

My rhyme blaze up for nine acres...

[Busta Rhymes]

...get lucci, sport Gucci and stack papers

Tell me what's wrong nigga got yo face bent up

Beats fuck your head up even got yo mind messed up

Step up, I love when bitches get fly and dress up

(HA! What!) You best believe I (HA!) tear the rest up

When you finish clean the mess up, press up

Metaphor acid burn yo chest up

Who's the next up to be the fool to get the boxcutter X-er

Throwin' me off, you still be in labor, TURN Funkmaster Flex-uh!

[CHORUS]

[Funkmaster Flex] ...yeah, aaight?Busta Rhymes, Flip Mode Squad!

60 minutes!Flavor...Big shout to Monica for understandin' how

the Funk flex...Yeah...what the deal.