Flipmode word bond
 Flipmode coming word bond
 Flipmode here word bond
 Feel no fear word bond
 Uh uh uh uh uh
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 1998 Hot shit
 Hitting you off baby you do it like this Yo
 Crazy maybey a nigga look shadey
 Admire the nigga and let me shine baby
 Shine my nickel 380 yo its all gravy
 Never play me  follow orders you better obey me
 Sisco and dance all in the discos
 Crib show with alot of bitches from here to Frisco
 Yah-yay my nigga or yippe yai yo
 Met a spanish chick I think her name is santiago
 The way she blow I never been blowed before
 Beyond a level where I could'nt take it no more
 Put it on shorty then I bounce through the backdoor
 She said hold on baby come here blaze it on the floor
 Now I finish with that
 Nigga give me my trap
 Staking whole lot of money get me before I finish my rap
 Think your shit dont stink
 Drunk crossed eyed nigga
 Walk crooked still spilling your drink
 Jam on!
 -Busta Rhymes chorus-
 Everybody's on the line outside
 Make you feel good make you come for the ride
 Going do it to my people till your're satisfied
 Cant do it like this no matter how much you try
 I know you want to wild out come inside
 >From the left to the right lets coincide
 All night Flipmode coming open wide
 Wave your hand up in the air until your hands get tired
 -Rampage verse-
 Now im on charge
 The party's going down at the club mirage
 Rampage im still large
 Coming in the door with my Flipmode Squad
 VIP pass flex on the blast
 Honey's in the corner yo I got to think fast
 Play my game right if I want some ass
 If I want to spend some cash, moet all night
 Dont look at me wrong man your pokets aint tight
 I got a Rolly that'll shine all night
 This is that jam that make you ballers want to fight
 And all you pretty ladies just wild for the night
 Put your bottles in the air from your left to your right
 Its Rampage you can call me legendary
 I drink alize with a little cranberry
 I clear my throat
 Got the flyest mink coat
 I told you before yo im going for broke
 Gebose
 -Repeat Chorus-
 -Lord Have Mercy verse-
 Rotate the club
 Locate the Love
 Pulsate with the squeeze ass
 Double G cans fatigue shafts
 Out your league math
 Jeeps crash dent like bean bags
 New york city rub squishy touch and theme tags
 Not a dollar to loose
 Man let me hollar at you
 Never head wobble with fool
 Tomorrow was cruel to flock on the moon
 La La bye messaging your crew
 Travel at high speeds
 No ID
 God on the move
 Pardon me duke
 Nationwide thick base collide
 The gritty groove, smash fifty-two
 And levitate your side
 Who want it?
 Your back weak running like athletes
 Get on it
 Huh blaze the streets with no warning
 Andale Andale my people move for the montary
 Jack cheese collapse streets now put the john away
 Put the john away, put the john away
 -Repeat chorus 2x-
 -Busta Rhymes-
 Yeah Flipmode raw deluxe hot shit
 1998 1999 year 2000
 Say what Lord Have Mercy
 Say what Rampage the last nigga
 Say what Busta Rhymes the lyrical
 Say what say what say what