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1. _ When Disaster Strikes
Yeah.. Good God! (in background: "Tra-la-la-la-lah" *4X*) Yeah, for all you motherfuckers across the whole entire galaxy Busta Rhymes and the whole entire Flipmode Squad Back at y'all motherfuckers in 1997 (in background: "Tra-la-la-la-lah" *4X*) Hah, When Disaster Strikes, When Disaster Strikes Take a look and sit on the sidelines and bear witness Hah! On and on, return from the future like a centurion All my affili-ates.. let's stack another mill-ion While you learn on how the words go to my motherfucking song Watch me puts it on.. it keeps you open all day long The way we fuck shit up you thinkin somethin must be wrong Set the high standards for corny niggaz to get the gong Bleach your ass blonde and black your color back to bronze On Happy Days I be the coolest nigga like The Fonz So spectacular how I touch souls from here to Africa My Zimbabwe niggaz bangin my joints up in they Acura Pssh, OOH! Makin you feel the funk from bumper to bumper Drive an imported 500 in foreign license plate numbers, ha ha Laugh at ya, oh, me and my passengers flip ass niggaz over quick like frying pan spatulas Why do you be wastin your time, bein mad at us? Every voice should sing and help the music sound miraculous! (in background: "Tra-la-la-la-lah" *4X*) Yes yes y'all! Flipmode Squad y'all We reign supreme in 1997 When Disaster Strikes, you will all feel (in background: "Tra-la-la-la-lah" *4X*) When Disaster Strikes, you will all see When Disaster Strikes, you will all bear witness to The Most High Exalted Yo.. now check it out, yo I keeps flows so ridiculous Rhyme flow taste good like a handful of cherry licorice Practice your rhyme or be the local practitionist Well you can try bein a doctor or bein a local obstetricianist See, you can be somethin Quit tryin to work so fuckin hard to-wards nothin This rhyme shit was never designed for every swollen muffin Yo, I'm sayin.. Why y'all niggaz think that y'all could really see my Squad? And if we hit you hard that's when you feel the power of the God Do it right and big up my peeps and A*Alikes On alike, repel, especially feel When Disaster Strikes Extremely delicate like the blowin out of candlelights The quiet killings of projects niggaz whenever they wanna fight That type of shit that shine and blind a nigga eyesight, aiiight? We keepin it tight, y'all niggaz don't want it right? You will never ever get no wins inside _mi casa_ We killin all impostors like we kill the cucurachas Bounce to award ceremonies like we winnin Oscars Rhymin rastas, eatin enough exotic pasta, hah! Yo.. We keep it movin for all of y'all Freak y'all niggaz out while I'm makin y'all niggaz fall Disaster will hitcha quick any time you wanna brawl Perm, press, a nigga back, peel them of the wall So tell me, why do you be wastin your time, bein mad at us? Every voice should sing and help the music sound miraculous! (in background: "Tra-la-la-la-lah" *4X*) Hah, oh yes y'all! This situation.. has now been brought before your very eyes And as we carry on Flipmode Squad continues to conquer the world (in background: "Tra-la-la-la-lah" *4X*) When Disaster Strikes, you will all fear When Disaster Strikes, you will all bear witness to The Most High Exalted, hah! more free lyrics |
2. _ So Hardcore
Zigga(7x) Ha ha ha, yo Ya'll(25x) Yo, I walk through brick walls Fuck around hijack your whole shopping malls I be rippin shit, that's my word bond Scream then I watch the whole planet earth respond Do just what ya told The remote control Crash cars and shit Ya know how we role When I tumble and drive then you reply my my my my my my Yo I execute all plans Run up in two bitches for me and my mans Ha, breakin flows, ha for my fans ???????? Strike matches, golden egg hatches Request line is open send all your faxes Freaks the flows with no rehersan Pull the skate back which when the beat start reversin Just so wak you make people start cursin Flows contradict worser than the King James version Turn on the mic but your shit will stop workin Beats brudlized your whole rhyme, your head hurtin Broom sticks and britches from rags to riches Forget mad love Well ya'll niggas britches Amateur, why won't you look right at the calender A matter of time before I start to damage ya So starting to just bust my rhyme calbo Consecutive wounds like a nigga stamager Ya, my whole team get wild cream Poloticin every move to the extreme Chorus(4x) So hardcore like Gwackjaw McGraw Fuck what you heard you ain't heard this before Ha, yo I come right through the door With rhymes galore Busta Rhymes be the imbasator Explore my metaphor you beg for more Hardcore serious surely insurcure I said my whole squad of niggas come through and break the law My family tight more than collect four I come through and create the master pieces Bend your mind with rhyme colictalictist Ya'll, I will break shit down Lost or found floor will blast like a four pound Right before I hit you off with my vaccine Starch, cobohidrates lots of protein Vaccine baby girl yo I hope your ass clean Magazine frontine fly lips is lime green Ya'll, every time ya'll, I'm on the scene High beam the lights and watch will remain supreme, ha Don't ya know when I keep it comin Blow the fort Make ya wrist hard to hand cuffin Bounce on the beat and watch how a nigga work it Buck wild makin ya speaker short curcit This heavy weight tip the scale on the triple beam Busta Rhymes blast and still bang the main screen, blow I had ta make ya all mad Hit ya off, interlude Bounce to Trinidad Know I see a bitch nigga soft Make a nigga cough, breakin and turn ya ass off Extra raw l Lay on your back and on the floor Busta Rhymes got to headline the whole ball Cause we so hardcore like Gwackjaw McGraw Fuck what you heard we ain't heard this before Chorus(3x) Ya'll ...... more free lyrics |
3. _ Survival Hungry
Chorus: repeat 3X All my niggas dirty Hungry and thirsty Hitcha like 30 30 for watcha worst see Ya know we got to get this money Survival hungry Verse One: A yo ooh baby What I feel is just, ha The type of shit that make you act stupid for real, but a Ya'll, before ya try to wear these you need to hear these Welcome all ya'll to my world series Ya ya ya Elaborate on Busta Rhymes theories Ya ya ya I could bust your ass from half a ball Mcs Ya ya ya Never disrespect these monumental creating new flow The full blast we'll hit'em hit'em hit'em high hit'em low And while your style will soften, then my mind will drift often To illusions of my lyrics given you massages in the coffin The boom shock ooh wee Horny nigga crash into a motherfuckin tree I visualize shit and we in the place to be Extra strength nigga bett's ta mind the party Full fears I just pierce of in the place Make the spot look scarce and peruse Needles in ya face Fuck dumb shit straight up Keep it bouncin baby make sure you hold your wait up A ha Yea, just watch how the flow will change up for sure Rippin until my niggas walk out the door Chorus Verse Two: Ya'll, I refuse to lose Look at the news and read the interviews Flipmode is da squad A unit made of many crews Give me the whole entire wheel of fortune Makin a sacrifice no matter what the shit be coustin And while you coughing I be flawsine like a fuckin dolphin A lot of bitch rich niggas expernce extortion This hours born when I'ma form I drop a million in a one stony rocks on niggas like a fuckin hailstorm I pulnternal my new flow Put on your funeral home suit And exacuted with a bang shoop The blow torch been ignited Those who seem exited, ha I'ma bout ? bunch of bitch niggas and they extradited You soundin so sloppy Like a broken muffler draggin behind an older lobby Once the bomb drops here's to aftermath Scientist tried to disscet my way and formulate my craft Worrying bout how I achieve things The way I antilze shit and how I proceed things My style is real like bear skin imported from the Pursuance Follow my excoriation all the way till you feelin the newer vibe version I complete the after feat Destroy who ever complicate the way how I eat Survival hungry nigga Chorus more free lyrics |
4. _ Intro
[Lord have Mercy] As we approach the current time frame of 1997.With approximately two and a half years before the year two thousand. Repeatedly it has been reported that there will be a time soon approaching. That major disaster will be striking, all levels of existence. It has also been reported that this disastrous thing will be approaching in the form of many, many as in squad, squad as in Flipmode squad. It has also been reported that everyone out of the many will strike, but this particular motherfucker will strike with an unmeasurable blast and fuck up everything within his 360o radius. Warning. Prepare yourselves. Store your food, stamp your paper, because when this motherfucker gets here, it's about to get real fucked for everyone and everything, everywhere!!!! [Dolomite] Well, Busta Rhymes. Come over here and let me talk to you son. See know. Dolomite just got back from some shit that you about to be it. Well are you prepared, I hope you are prepared nigga, cause you know this is album number two. Yes more bitches than before. There'll be more bitches, more and more and more. More thirsty niggas. Time to get inside your shit. Time to throw your whole chemistry off. Oh yes, there's gonna be a lot more money. Yes a lot more money than before. So son don't you worry about none of that shit. All you gotta do is just slap your dick in the mouth of these bitches that don't wanna act right, and put a hot one in any motherfucker that wants to get in the way of this powerful shit right here. Ok son, all right Busta enough of this shit talkin. Lets be on our way. Cause when disaster strikes there's gonna be a whole lot of motherfuckers pourin in. All right baby, lets go. [Spliff Star] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo. Ladies and Gentlemen. Straight from the motherfuckin street corner. Goin out to all you motherfuckers across the globe. On the return trip. It be the niggas. The niggas that live by the code of blood honor. My Flipmode niggas, ha. Spliff bring you that shit to another extreme. Her to hit you motherfuckers with a strike of disaster. I bring on to you once again. The eight wonder of the world. My nigga Busta Rhymes. And I be that nigga, that live nigga Spliff I Spliff comin through right at you were ever the fuck you at. Flipmode is da Squad comin through right at you were ever the fuck you at. [Busta Rhymes] A yo cut my shit off, get it off. A heh a heh, a heh heh. Here we go again motherfuckers. A heh, lets start this shit. more free lyrics |
5. _ One
hat 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 Fade out more free lyrics |
6. _ Dangerous
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 Uh-huh uh-huh, ahh... more free lyrics |
7. _ The Body Rock
[Puff Daddy] See when we like to make you shake your ass, move your hips So we gonna do a little something like this Flipmode, Bad Boy Check this out Tell me how it feels, is it hot is not Does it drop cash like a slot Does it stay streeted go pop Checkin out what Flipmode got, mad hip-hop Chartin number one, drinks in the sun Eighty times so we can get sponged, shake it hon All a brother know is make the hit get the dough Makin grandmas hit the floor, really though It's my thang my slang Rich motherfuckers gettin chicks at the Bringin my team to the joint wit Alan Iversan runnin on point Don't smoke a spliff on the joint And when you see they on point Cause I, I be that nigga wit the million dollar figures Gettin all up in they bitches Leavin they pussy in stitches, uh [Rampage] Aiyyo I'm on to the next level I'm gettin rich, friends said I switch I got me a bad chick, live up in the hills Pay my mom's bills, recoup a half a mil Still got my deal, pop the 700 Benz-o you never seen, cash money fiend A lot of cats wanna dream Pack a shorty black or Phillipian The way I eat my shrimp with steam I'm the man with the gangsta lean, what, what Yo I split your whole spleen if you know what I mean Call me little rabcash, I get you for your stash VIP pass, ave all the gas, I make it last Chorus: Busta Rhymes To my people in the front if you ready to bump a say "Don't stop the body rock" To my people in the back if your not a wack a say "Don't stop the body rock" To my people in the left if you hot to death a say "Don't stop the body rock" To my people in the right wanna party tonight just say "Don't stop the body rock" [Mase] Since Mase refuse to lose, we makes numeral moves Cause I'm smoother than them dudes and them two thousand dollar shoes When I move to new Jerus, cause I like the cruise and my six double-o, blast weed, love the dough I'm that Goodfella, what the hella they can tell me Smoke my la la out in LA, who's ready Juice heavy back in blue Chevy See angealan they winnin, a nigga need the chedda Cause I'm more in a broad way With all A's and platinum There been many things we touch Never had in finance so I never had to deduct shit 1.8 And every week I have to re-up So what, so what [Busta Rhymes] Aiyyo check out the way me and my niggas always be whippin shit The way that I display no flavor and do it so intricate Pidda and padda padda and pidda over with the shit U u u u u oh y'all niggaz be yappin to make me sick of it Hit you wit shit that y'all niggaz never ever forget Fuckin wit my niggaz just like you playin russian roulette Ooh me and my whole baton coming soon Make a make room, we diesel like a bunch of balloons A yo yo make ya damage, all of my niggaz damage ya Tryin to alter our lavage liven niggaz y'all turn savage Yo Flipmode and Bad Boy collabo' Makin sure all of you niggaz all stay home Chorus 2X more free lyrics |
8. _ Get Off My Block
[Busta Rhymes] Just get off my block Lord Have Mercy, Busta Rhymes, Flipmode Trilogy A yo, we ain't familiar at all nigga Don't like, go grab your gat and lets brawl at hall nigga Straight fallin, when we use to chill up on park benches My 20 block radius think we need some barb wire fences Stop bitch niggas like you from easily trespassing Nickel nine shine on your eye then you see fire blastin Get off my premises Aiyyo Lord is you a friend of his Mouth him back to John and show this nigga just who the winner is The presence of a small town I diminish and blemishes And my player amps out like a game on my little sega genesis, ha This inappropriate Fuck is we talkin for when we ain't even associates Ass lyrical beatings Straight trick or treating What ya eatin I ain't got no words for you Fuck speakinm ain't part of my crew Face look to brand new, who? Niggas ain't even aloud to send my pass through Can't chill on corner can't go up in my bull digger Chill before I call Dinco to grab the qanco sinco We don't give a fuck right now We be hi caliber shit Ya'll corny niggas must bow We do unforgivable shit We blow the spot any how, move Ready for battle cause I'm refusin to lose I'ma beat ya ass in front of nobody with nuthin to prove Live nigga shit right there Beware, stand clear Many y'all niggaz is welcome here [Chorus] Fuck is these niggas son Get off my block Yo I don't know none of these niggas du Get off my block Them niggas wanna sell there weed here Get off my block Yo how these unfamiliar corn balls Get off my block It's one of these niggas off my street corner Get off my block [Lord Have Mercy] Now who the fuck you beeeeee? Landlord Cradle la stainless for strangers Vigilante, trigga stampedes On the bulletproof hooded crews That lade this nigga ta hand breath Move you off the block The unorthodox general Flash flood when a crowd Patriotic for the intrepid style and wreck more kids than pedophiles Niggaaaaaaa, for ever trapped in danger Emaciate when I take my razor Sharp heards that scare herds Niggaaaaa, I'm from the wicked city When chickens twist trees and dick tease Breast feed, Betsy's with asthmatic chest wheeze Lord Have, cardiac arrest freeze Please, bastard handicap crews that stay soft It's mayor, Adolf School your army, ya squad weak Remove four camps when I say Pumpin arms like nor plants I conquer and hold Home sweet home down with monster control Still they in the cut like runnin the coal And still we must bring the ruckus to all you motherfuckers Automatically, assault and battery We battle thieves that get tragically slap to sleep to relax the beef Collapse like weak cancerous lungs Scatter, we numb Blind feelin nap with jarred villain that alarm buildings Con scrimmage, woke up a lot of children Dirty-ass Vietnam village I finish and outsuns Then fold, like Mr. Malcolm at the venetian blinds By all means necessary I reach for mine and lift golden showers from roof tops And give orders, rugged pound acre Drown violators in buckets of piss water [Chorus] - repeat 3X more free lyrics |
9. _ Turn It Up
Verse 1: We grind ya'll Bounce back, open your mind ya'll Grind your whole ass till you twist your waistline Ya'll know the time Hey yo feel the base line Stack the overdrive Bounce, baby feel the incline So geniune, everytime, Busta redefine The wicked knew the dime Makin ya'll press rewind Hope you feelin fine Watch me combine and intertwine The bounce rock skates make you cross the foul line Shine a nickel nine On all kinds of little swine Stick the worst of porcupine If you tryin to take mine Yo, pick up my nigga Splif In the blue 5S's Sportin out tan, interior blue head restses Move, baby no time for second guesses Been articulate the right bounce as the flow finesses Yo we gettin papers spreadin love and happiness's Shit blazin so hot DJ's scratch the test presses Like make it mo hot baby *chorus comes in* Chorus: Turn it up, I wanna hear it real loud, just Turn it up, so we can party in the loft, baby Turn it up, we need to tear the roof off, so just Turn it up, I need to make it mo hot, baby (repeat first three lines, finish with 'Turn it up') Verse 2: Yo, word is bond Baby let's get it on I never say it wrong Yo baby girl take off your thong Let me put it in your spirit like the holy Kyron Got the mega song Sweet like honey chicken dijon Movin along Yo, honey body look real strong Watch your ass swing Hangin like a medallion Exercise baby let me see you spread on the floor What you askin for? Relax, I'm bout to give you some more Where the liquor store? Hit you with some more metaphor The raw, hot to def shit you never seen it before Hit the deck, on your mark, get set, we bout to jet Spark it like ingelet, chickens breakin their neck Yo we play to win Such a shame, shit is a sin So hot baby body heat bubble your skin Everytime I flow speak I caress the whole beach Just like the body guard Les straight walkin the street We get down Chorus Verse Three: Yo, come on baby just feel my heat wave A lot of hot ones ready for niggas that act brave Chill son, you better off if you behave Flip money while broke niggas tryin to save Lay low, I say so, my pesos I'mport my cheese stack by the castros Make clothes Or stay fly a chase hoes Equatorians soft lips and straight nose Makin dough When we rippin the paid show Get the money and dip, we in the Range Rove Now we makin grands We name brand We make plans, change plans Then we expand across land Do it properly Yo, I said open sesame The recipe, be the hot shit, it's got to be Yo, landscape We arrange a whole shape Rock the fly tape Then I continue to skyscrape Like blah!!!!!!!!!!! So hot Chorus more free lyrics |
10. _ Rhymes Galore
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 more free lyrics |
11. _ Get High Tonight
Verse 1: Before I set it off and show what I'm gonna do to ya Possess the bomb chocolate from off Lynden and Utica My real live niggas in the place and no queen Wave your splif high son Fuck the bullshit When your arms are open My palms release the bomb Reviving the alarm My word is bond Scream at niggas through the intercom Up to date, let's roller skate Yo my whole squad smoking aint straight unless we smoking at eight High rate, I always produce the potion Weed smoking got me moving slow motion like we floatin on relax ocean All my peeps who feel high Dont want you darkin shades, there's to much smoke up in your eye Keep it swingin listen to all of my bells ringin My get high has niggas wantin to start singin And this goes out to those that smoke out the bong And all my bitches in the place who roll they own draws Chorus: repeat 2X Buy a nickel bag Smoke a little lye Get high tonight Get high tonight Verse 2: Yo, bounce back you just caught the contact african black overreact Charge I'm bout to bench the whole wack must interact on every track Blow this spot down niggas break fool and smoke across the world almanac My sons that don't smoke and get high drinkin Cognac, Hennesey, Cristal but wait What's goin on with dat? With the deal done sometimes I sip Jamaican white rum Taste with a little milk, I know y'all niggas want some Represent where you from needing some tic tacs and gum So a nigga breath don't blahhh!!! Get high, then i get fly When i be shopping at the atrium Smoking in the center of Yankee stadium Stand strong, yes we rock on and on The Flipmode stamps all of my songs They get a place them niggas must perfrom Smoke till your brain fry So high you can't open your eye My niggas need to just Chorus 5X more free lyrics |
12. _ Put Your Hands Where My Eyes Could See
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.. more free lyrics |
13. _ We Could Take it Outside
[Intro: Rampage (Baby Sham)] That's that joint (You know that ain't doin it again) Uh, do it! Do it! [Verse One: Rampage] I'm a _Natural Born Killa_ that's _Born to Rise_ +Flipmode is de Squad+ so it's no surprise Niggas want to advertise about how we get down You fuck around leave your body in the lost and found How you like me now? We got the industry on lock The world is on shock I'm a take a piece of the rock Yo, you feel it in the heart when we took you to the park Midnight after dark, I'm the raider of the lost ark (ark echo's) [Verse Two: Serious] Now na na na na na na, nana nah Super size, super size, right before your eyes I bring in treats like giant sweet potato pies Wise, sword shift and I spit on flies Killing all the tips from studio spies Head to bed, beddie bye, beddie bye Don't ask why, we'll take your ass to paradise Flipmode's the Squad don't rest, don't try Peace to my people in the friendly sky Peace to my outer space ties [Verse Three: Spliff Star] I'm in leather like the ladies Bigger than crack in the 80's {*echoes*} Drive the buggy I Mercedes Blow up like C-4 Got so much to live for Can't play the game no more Pick up the cain no more Brothers ain't the same no more Try to sweat me, what am I aiming for Get yourself caught up Faggot ass tore up In the worst way, the only way you can stop me is cock your glock and shot me Drop me, pop me, make sure you that you got me Cause anytime I live I'm comin back to find you poppy [Chorus: Busta Rhymes (all)] What y'all niggas wanna do? (Yo we can take it outside) Ya'll niggas want something? (Yo we can take it outside) What y'all niggas wanna do? (Yo we can take it outside) Ya'll niggas want something? (Yo we can take it outside) [Verse Four: Baby Sham] Push up in the hot rod, alley cats a rah rah All my flipmode in the backseats with chrome nods Hear to bust mine Nigga frat child let his brain fry Pretty boy sliced up philly contact from his red eye You failed to realize when you macks me you drop the plastic Run up in your crib, now you heat me from the mattress My crew expanded, QB is where we landed Yellow strip you crossed it Now I'm forcing you to drink this Sham's potion Show me were loaded The desert eagle hear it cockin' Lovin my doggie While we shinin' continue flossin [Break: Busta Rhymes (Lord Have Mercy)] (Flipmode, Flipmode) Killa kids Flipmode we are, 'mode we are.. [Verse Five: Rah Digga] Fuck steppin on toes I crush the whole shoe Pronto like Cru till I'm Triumphant like Wu The shit you talkin crazy like niggas turnin in their hand guns I be burnin MC's like Betty grandson Smokin grey poupon boy Two lines, I chew rhymes and make niggas fall like they was futons Rah Digga, all day Outsidaz, this Squad be Flipmode We get a dick rode a whole shitload [Chorus] [Verse Six: Lord Have Mercy] We the official g-u-rilla to lead militias That pillage, americana Spit sentences like, venomous iguanas Reminisce the promise Bring drama like Nicaragua Fatigues march, army leaders, they count crooked drug dollars And sip fresh squeezed milk from the titties of llamas Leave cities in carnage Pretty as farmers that pour whiskey at harvest and hold 16 bananas Maintain, maintain, maintain I reign like Mussolini's iron fists Try on this, you can't see me like vagina lips Smugglin diamond chips, bubblin anonymous The dominant will resource and count on script crews and world wars {*echoes*} [Verse Seven: Busta Rhymes] Yo, you better practice what you preach I got 7 MC's at 10 G's a show each Never interfere and shit, souvenirs for your ears and shit Clear poetry like William Shakespeare and shit Word is bond checkin me out Hey what you talkin about You lost and you walkin about Niggas got beef they really want to chill and start talkin it out Hey, oh my god, y'all nigga be buggin me out Wish they could lay me down and have the police start chalkin me out Now I zoom in on you and my niggas start stalkin you out Chuck down that bullshit that you be callin about This one's for my people and my niggas up North The ruler shit dynasty but Flipmode finally come fourth Exports and imports hittin you with flavors of all sorts My squad comin through, chop off your ear [Chorus] - repeat 2X more free lyrics |
14. _ Fuck That (Get Off My Block Interlude)
* appears in the -1:30 before "Get Off My Block" [Spliff Star (Busta Rhymes)] ("What?") "Check it, what, ha. ("Noooooo!") Ha! Ha-ha, ha! ("Hey!") Yeah." ("I don't care! What?! What?! Uhhh...") It's the musical felon, the black John Lennon who keep the gat between the brief and the denim The way the world is headed, I can see how it's endin' but I'm gonna get this paper from now to armageddon My mental's too strict, my squad is too thick, I fucked up and slipped but I quickly caught a grip Since my man put me on, ("Eh-heh.") I took another route I'm wreckin' shows you know from here to over South Them mothafuckas know exactly talkin' about Spliff Star, see me on MTV Fuck that! I'm comin' to gain on Soul Train Now I'm gettin' paid like that nigga Damon Wayans Fuck that! No more stress on the brain! Fuck that! No more sellin' cocaine! I'm out there, I'm out there on the radio Catch me in the video doin' my thing Still smokin' crucial bang Just came off my P-O ("Yo!") I'm in my basement writin' 'nough flow That's right, my fuckin' brain's open Got you jealous niggas on the sides slopin' Smell the weed I'm totin' It's stink like skunks, I'm beatin' down you punks Now shut the fuck up! ("'K up! 'K up! 'K up...") [Busta Rhymes] "Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo, what the-what the fuck is goin' on in my shit?! Ayyo, Spliff Star! How the fuck you up in my shit, got your fuckin' songs on my LP, nigga? Nigga, we know your shit comin' out in '98, mothafucka! Have patience! Mawfucka tryin' to bogart space on my LP..." more free lyrics |
15. _ The Whole World Lookin' At Me
Chorus 3x: The whole world lookin' at me Watchin and waitin to see If I fullfill my destiny The whole world lookin' at me Uh, my interruption cause a major concussion Dome piece swollen son you need a cup of Bufferin Peep my post reduction, hey Follow my instruction Bounce back my repercussion Cause mass destruction Fuck around strain ya til ya plan malfunction Sit cha ass down, hey Bouncin out ta Flushin Check extra P by the boom weed from a Russian I remember when I used ta rhyme for extra nothin I got so much ta offer every time I tell you somethin I'ma bout ta drop it, you could never stop it Let me quickly chop it Still a lot of niggas analyze before profits The rhyme at new gossip Hold your head and shoulders yo I roll with evil holders Dealin with the facts, I hold the silence in the folders Did you know how to knock it from concussion into comas Test shit, I pull your valve from out your breast kid Mess with, shit like this after God blessed it Chorus 2x The whole world lookin' at me Uh, I'm bout to cause chaos steady bustin ya bra's Which to witch craft, my chemistry what cha say os Fuck the bullshit Livin in the zone of my renaissance My squad stay formin like the Muslims down in Dames Split ya fuckin frame like we raisin splittin cigars I be workin wonders My squad formin numbers Christopher Columbus Discover how you speed out swellin like you cumbus My name be rollin thunders My degrees multiply the heat more this summer My flows got so much rhythm, substitute the drummer Yo fuck that, focusin about the front runner Who you think you is You better stay protected Walkin out the door, makin sure you rock the double breast kid Fuckin with them devils, watch your soul get recollected Mutherfucken shame when you die disrespected Every bitch nigga in the world should be arrested Beat with many strikes until their train of thought is redirected The world has been corrected God has been elected The squad has come to rule us with the jewels manifested Extreme my thought process on every record Blow the spots to pieces bounce without a clue right through the exit Chorus 5x The whole world lookin' at me more free lyrics |
16. _ Things We Be Doin' For Money (Part One)
Huh, yeah, fuck that, Niggas go out to get it, Niggas is out there holding until I see niggas, Niggas is out there holding, Starving nigga, fuck that, I'm a broke nigga, And I gotta see any nigga out here holding something, Fuck that. Everyday, me and my son stay scheming, On how to maximise the level on day to day creaming, While you remain faking, Yo, I ain't tolerating, no mistaking, We on the move to study paper-making, Round up the whole squad quick, Plot the scheme with my niggas, get on some full clip bullshit, Before I solidify manslaughter, my unit form on the streetcorner, We suprise like fiends in disguise, Laying for the right shit so I can receive another grand prize, Greeting niggas like a homeless nigga, The way it happened son, you'd never figure, How the homeless nigga gun is much bigger, Now give me everything you walking with and everything your man is holding, Even the watch that got the platinum moulding, And as the situation start unfolding, You scared to death you little bitch, go ahead, Report it stolen, see what happen... (Crazy fighting going on, mad punches, smashed glass etc.) Cocks drwan nigga, holding my dick, Wilding for the night, splurging with my click from the fit, Open like a motherfucker, itching and ready to do the next stick, Get any my nigga Dit can pick, What you said I said even if it causing bloodshed, Getting paid for even if we robbing a fucking chickenhead, Word to mother son, I ain't fronting, I'm taking everything I been always wanting, So I continue to peep out, in the jam will be the most blidded, Rob 'em in the corner bounce to the bar with they money and buy drinks with it, I stay on some real trife shit, test your life shit or even stab you on some knife shit, Fake it if you wanna fake it, if I see it, then I want it, then I take it, Leaving niggas ass naked, Sometime I know it seems so shocking, How you the next victim to be listening of the sounds of a trigger cocking, All in your ears, cold steel all against your face, I feel your blood chilling, your heart racing at a rapid pace, And if you thinking that's strong, I dare you even to flinch wrong, fuck around, You feel the full five long, The victim contemplating what to do, Or how the fuck top get out of the situation that he's going through, This nigga tried to grab the gat, you know I started clapping, Bet y'all niggas wanna know how the rest of the story happened... (Fades to Outro/Intro to Things We Be Doin' For Money - Part 2) more free lyrics |
17. _ Things We Be Doin' For Money (Part Two)
[Rampage]: Yo, it's 3:25 in the morning My baby mom still yawning Kiss my little daughter on the forehead 'Nuf said, beeper goes off Five hundred, it's Busta Bust In God We Trust another one bites the dust [Busta]: Hey Ramp, fuck that! I was 'bout to see this cat Some niggas pulled up in a black suburban jumped out the back Tried to put it on me while we fighting over the gat The way them niggas tried to play me son, them niggas is wack Aeiyo, Ramp, yo, you know it's only right to react Call the whole squad, let's lay these niggas down - face flat Aeiyo, Bust, chill, calm down I'll be there in twenty minutes Uptown 1-51 at St. Nick I'm there quick I tell my baby mom I got's to go I walked out the do' then grabbed the two nines out the flo' Driving through South, yo, we takin' niggas war Still on the run Always running for cover when its necessary I'm out numbered for now But all that shit is temporary Fuck with the wrong clik, the way we get down If your violatin', leavin you lost, you never be found Number whatever on missing persons Any minute them niggas gon' feel blast of my squads gats bursting I through the tri-borough bridge In my fat land with my two nines and my mans I'ma second from the spot I cross the street from the parking lot My trigger finger is hot I'm seeing Bust in a phone booth Niggas on the roofs Spiff Star is in the range The atmosphere change Lord's in the forerunner with machine guns, big ones Now we 'bout to have mad fun Me and the whole squad meet up, Know shit about to heat up Went the whole entire street up Blast from the car seat-er My enemies wouldn't even wanna be you I see you, hunting me down I knowing that my crew arrive We gon' see who be the last alive While we creep all over the place Looking for space In case, see him, rinse my whole clip up in his face As my squad hold they post down We patiently waiting for them to pass through Carefully timing the way we put it on their whole crew Aeiyo, Bust give me the queue I'm here for you, close to you Blood in and blood out We goin' all out, bullets just ringing out Guns is just spraying out Yo Bust, hit the dirt layflat You my nigga to the end I gotcha back Turn around quick Oh shit! You started blasting, grazed me on the hip Lord Have Mercy dumped five on a nigga Suck his whole shit, his whole crew busting Shit ain't going according to plan Goddamn, my shit jam Nigga standing right behind me I think I'm caught up on a creep I think I need to prayer to Lord, my soul to keep Dis nigga about to fry my head My crew burst into a rage Spliff lifted this nigga, putting two inside his rib cage Yo, Rampage Aeiyo, I see them niggas coming, now I'm dumbing We dead three niggas already the next two we leaving bloody So much drama over this fucking money The way this situation end it wasn't even funny Trying to rob this nigga because I was fucking hungry But if you try to test let's blast a nigga in a hurry Me and my squad bounce and left the fucking scene ugly [Anthony Hamilton & The Chosen Generation]: Things we be doin' for money Livin' in the street when you're hungry The way you start to live it ain't funny, no, no Living day to day but don't live for tomorrow Things we be doin' for money Livin' in the street when you're hungry The way you start to live it ain't funny, no, no Living day to day but don't live for tomorrow Things we be doin' for money Livin' in the street when you're hungry The way you start to live it ain't funny, no, no Living day to day but don't live for tomorrow more free lyrics |
18. _ There's Not a Problem My Squad Can't Fix
[Jamal] C'mon, yeah.. villain C'mon, aight? I got this side right here Take this side right there C'mon do this Busta Bus C'mon, aight? C'mon (here we go) stayin street [Jamal] Paws, to the wall, with the dirty dog, raw rap-ture If you ain't with it bite crotch til it break your jaw (Your jaw) For tryin to knock us Tryin to kill or stop us, jack our propers Busta Bus, they fakin, the cake is for the takin While they runnin they face, I'm lettin the plan bake Formulate, now look at the plot, we got more and more shit that's hot, show to rock the spot Clock or knot, nigga the whole pot Ready or not, we comin, snatchin every comer witcha hoe in the Benz-O, dumbin like a motherfucker [Busta Rhymes] You can be my lady, you coul even be my lollipop sucker The road dawg baby comin like the mad trucker Lot of jealous niggaz lookin funnier than Chris Tucker God bless, oh yes, I stay fresh Full of finesse, my congress show progress Stylish, hit you with the shit to digest In this rhyme shit we be some of the world's finest Your Highness, leavin corny niggaz spineless Attack it with the classic rhyme flow timeless (ha ha) Chorus: Busta Rhymes Not a problem my squad can't fix Cause we can do, it in the mix So when you niggaz talk trash, you can get a bust ass Cause you know we don't fuck around When you niggaz talk shit, lay ya six feet under the ground, ground ground, ground ground When you niggaz talk shit, lay ya six feet under the ground, ground ground, ground ground [Jamal] This is how we ride, throw your hands from side to side It's party time, and don't forget get yours, cause I'ma get mine (Who dat?) The villain til I'm peelin a million Ridin dirty, and bustin like thirty-thirty, til a nigga end Knowin that the shit is fucked I'm still here to win, cheddar If you ain't about it then I think you better hang the little plot you got, don't sweat it main My nigga, my life's uncut like Kane, real _Raw_ Y'all don't know shit about Jamal or what I'm in it for: cash, cars, fly whores and tours Fillin my pipe, with no messes and no limits Them other one scrimpin, has the tent froze frigid Fall as a gimmick, dick lickin chasin chickens I mash for the cash with the click and rip a show then I'm dippin in the whip and high trippin [Busta Rhymes While y'all niggaz hoppin and skippin I stick the clip in, yo Accelerate on the gas, move fast Blast, find a nigga FOOT in your ass Colorful niggaz, just peep the whole contrast Flipmode is the Squad, a news flash Bust your shit up, what the fuck, nigga get up Violate, niggaz get they whole SHIT lit up! Break fool, niggaz know the rules, rob jewels Champagne bath, throw the Mo-et in the pool Nigga caught a motherfuckin strain on the brain ridin on the train, I'ma whip a Benz in the rain Oversized click on the rise so realize we be dem niggaz that dead up all you funny little small fries The franchise, Flipmode damagin all of you Fall Guys Yo I'm tired of niggaz they full of True Lies No time.. we got the right surprise Need a new beginnin, need to get a baptise You need to get a baptise Word is bond, aiyyo Chorus Ground, a-ground, a-gr-gr-ground-ground Just party to the shit like this c'mon Just bounce to the motherfuckin beat c'mon You niggaz don't know my brand new song c'mon Aiyyo, hear me out y'all, UHH Yo, and just feel my shit C'mon bounce what the fuck? more free lyrics |
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