[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