Flipmode Squad: Here we go

[Busta Rhymes] Yes indeed... oh my god No more games! No more fuckin games! C'mon... let's do it! [Rah Digga] Check, save the yakkedy-yak I ain't a fan black I tell a cat to his face, his whole plan wack Couple grand stacks, trizzin hand bags Target practice, no tellin where they land at Y'all can't rap, my shows be jam-packed Panic attacks like they found anthrax on Amtrak Better stand back, my niggaz get yo man clapped Rock-a-bye baby like you O.D.ed on Zantac People love me, see us in the street hauk us Send little kids to the motherfuckin beat walkers Model type had to turn down three offers Leather outlets, wood berry, Nancy Crawford's Gangsta, hang with murderers and tree-sparkers Type to sell ya body parts to the meat markets See me, I'll validate your free parking I'm the best emcee, and that ain't the weed talkin [Chorus: Busta + (Rampage)] Let's go! Flipmode to the Squad, we comin through (here we go) Everytime we come through we give we give you (whattchu want) When we step in the place y'all niggaz know we (blow the spot) Shit, throw yo hands high, I wanna see you (heat it up) Before we break this shit up, you know we got to (break it down) And we got so much heat, we got enough to (go around) Y'all niggaz know we won't stop, we keep it comin - (all my niggaz) All my bitches! (Is you ready?) is you ready? (here we go) [Rampage] Huh, I'm up at One Fish, Two Fish Sittin in my truck, on the, twenty-inch deepdish Met this girl from, Victoria Secret Wanted to take me home, so she can just sleep with Oh right, cool, the ass is kinda dunky Had to turn her down, plus she looked like a monkey Rolled up my window, she said I was actin funny Air was on low, my mink was on the money Sky blue, matchin hat, the hood was on funny On the side of me, was my security footies The word in the clubs; Rampage is a bully I never stay at one place dawg, I gotta boogie I keep it cool but I'm addicted to six figures This year (uh) I'm rollin with them high-bidders (that's right) My image is right, I'm here to bang niggaz Look at how I'm doin it now ya fake niggaz [Chorus: Busta + (Rampage)] [Busta Rhymes] Whip twenty-three inches up in the bubble truck Bitch bounce from the east back to west bubble front Whip double Duquotis and pop a double clutch And make bitchs skip to my lou and the double dutch Pass a nigga the spliff, you watchin a nigga smoke it down Drag a freak back to my crib and watch me poke it out Soak it down, now you know when a nigga broke it down I put the dick all inside her throat, now watch her choke it down Scope around fiends we sling the dope around Sling the soap around, little faggots see we don't joke around Hardcore sound that we bangin just like a quadropound international shit be swingin back to my local ground Hah, hope you see we'll roast you bi-coastal niggaz only knowin the half, you know we'll fry MOST YOU! Gettin money from chef, at lunch I eat TOFU! And tuck my waist with the gat, now watch a nigga BLOW THROUGH! [Chorus: Busta + (Rampage)] [Busta talking] Yeah, just bounce come on Yeah, come on, just bounce come on Yeah, come on, just bounce come on Yeah, come on, just bounce come on Yeah, come on, Flipmode come on Yeah, come on, Flipmode come on Yeah, come on, Flipmoooooode! Hah, yeah, yeah, here we go