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[Rampage]<br /> Yeah, Lieutenant what!<br /> Yeah, motherfucka<br /> It's Flipmode<br /> Yeah yeah, spliff, check it out, uh[Rampage]<br /> Ramp, I've been ill since back in the days<br /> Rockin' shell-toed Addidas with rags for my waves<br /> Flipmode be the unit now I'm playin' for the Braves<br /> I'm hardcore nigga that's straight from the gutter<br /> I used to play scully plus, hot peas and butta<br /> Now I'm the nigga that's runnin' in your baby motha<br /> Burgundy Ac, you can call me Ramp Lova<br /> And now I'm toppin' pokey with my Louisville slugger[Baby Sham]<br /> My Squad is sick niggas who pop shit get pistol whipped<br /> Get your wig pushed back, I react and snap<br /> Like Kodak, these cats get the picture<br /> Put on level black suede Timbs and come and get ya<br /> My target is your feature<br /> we all sport hoods like grim reapers<br /> We shine in the dark blink of an eye the last spark<br /> Get closed up, first thug nigga hold up<br /> 21st side see me rounding it upChorus: Busta RhymesSee when we come through we got nuf shit to flaunt<br /> Got you feelin' it and your cousin even your aunt<br /> violate, we coming like ghost we gonna haunt<br /> Hit you with the heat is that what you really want?<br /> What you really want is that what you really want?<br /> We hit you with the heat is that what you really want?<br /> What you really want is that what you really want?<br /> we hit you with the heat is that what you really want?[Spliff Star]<br /> y'all niggas want to test my squad, I doubt it doubt it<br /> All that murder talk, gun talk, you talk, I'm 'bout it 'bout it<br /> Nigga feel my vibe niggas see my vision<br /> P-why-P nigga play your position<br /> I fuck up this game and make the ref' blow the whistle<br /> My squad be the official, clique in this rap shit<br /> Diss me on the record and watch, you get your ass kicked<br /> Catch me on Church Ave, flickin blunt ashes[Rah Digga]<br /> Crazy, thinkin I can't rock buttas<br /> won't take shit without no type floders<br /> Hectic, Rah on the ill dialect shit<br /> Deliveries harder then girls in obstectrics<br /> Ready to stay on<br /> Smoother then rayon<br /> Takin' out niggas and all they liaisons<br /> Mu'fuckas, black out season<br /> Publishing resume steady increasingChorus[Lord Have Mercy]<br /> Shanghai, Shanghai<br /> New sheriff in town<br /> Rock America's crown and hang 'em high<br /> Who bangin' a fist full?<br /> Brandishing pistols<br /> Pearl handles with the, family initials<br /> Uh-uh, 24 karat gold variuos slow<br /> Uh-uh, planet gets cold, get damaged for dough<br /> Uh-uh!, Savages off balance and blow traveling slow<br /> Uh-uh!, in effect mode, y'all niggas know it[Busta Rhymes]<br /> Sayonara, send my rivals, slam a guy,<br /> Be damned if I<br /> Had to tell one, tell a lie, get paralyzed<br /> Stay payed, rock shit made in ultra suede<br /> Switch blade yo wack act back to first grade<br /> Even if y'all never seen us you know y'all need us<br /> Suck my penis from here to muthafucking venus<br /> Think back when you was amazed and had to sit back<br /> Imagining me ending your world like Deep Impact<br /> Blood clot, watch me come through and bust a gunshot<br /> Yeah people, come inside of your dance and done thatChorus 2x[Busta Rhymes]<br /> Fuckin' y'all up<br /> Flipmode forever<br /> Stays focused<br /> Pay Attention<br /> Pay Attention...*fades to phone interlude*<br /> <br /> Songwriters<br /> RHYMES, BUSTA / MCNAIR, ROGER / LEWIS, WILLIAM / FISHER, RASHIA TASHAN / JONES, LEROY / NOTISE, WAYNE / STINSON, DANAPublished by<br /> Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, JELLYBEAN MUSIC GROUP Song Discussions is protected by U.S. Patent 9401941. Other patents pending.Lyrics provided by TANCODEhttps://damnlyrics.com/" readonly=""/>

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[Rampage]
Yeah, Lieutenant what!
Yeah, motherfucka
It's Flipmode
Yeah yeah, spliff, check it out, uh[Rampage]
Ramp, I've been ill since back in the days
Rockin' shell-toed Addidas with rags for my waves
Flipmode be the unit now I'm playin' for the Braves
I'm hardcore nigga that's straight from the gutter
I used to play scully plus, hot peas and butta
Now I'm the nigga that's runnin' in your baby motha
Burgundy Ac, you can call me Ramp Lova
And now I'm toppin' pokey with my Louisville slugger[Baby Sham]
My Squad is sick niggas who pop shit get pistol whipped
Get your wig pushed back, I react and snap
Like Kodak, these cats get the picture
Put on level black suede Timbs and come and get ya
My target is your feature

we all sport hoods like grim reapers
We shine in the dark blink of an eye the last spark
Get closed up, first thug nigga hold up
21st side see me rounding it upChorus: Busta RhymesSee when we come through we got nuf shit to flaunt
Got you feelin' it and your cousin even your aunt
violate, we coming like ghost we gonna haunt
Hit you with the heat is that what you really want?
What you really want is that what you really want?
We hit you with the heat is that what you really want?
What you really want is that what you really want?
we hit you with the heat is that what you really want?[Spliff Star]
y'all niggas want to test my squad, I doubt it doubt it
All that murder talk, gun talk, you talk, I'm 'bout it 'bout it
Nigga feel my vibe niggas see my vision
P-why-P nigga play your position
I fuck up this game and make the ref' blow the whistle
My squad be the official, clique in this rap shit
Diss me on the record and watch, you get your ass kicked
Catch me on Church Ave, flickin blunt ashes[Rah Digga]
Crazy, thinkin I can't rock buttas
won't take shit without no type floders
Hectic, Rah on the ill dialect shit
Deliveries harder then girls in obstectrics
Ready to stay on
Smoother then rayon
Takin' out niggas and all they liaisons
Mu'fuckas, black out season
Publishing resume steady increasingChorus[Lord Have Mercy]
Shanghai, Shanghai
New sheriff in town
Rock America's crown and hang 'em high
Who bangin' a fist full?
Brandishing pistols
Pearl handles with the, family initials
Uh-uh, 24 karat gold variuos slow
Uh-uh, planet gets cold, get damaged for dough
Uh-uh!, Savages off balance and blow traveling slow
Uh-uh!, in effect mode, y'all niggas know it[Busta Rhymes]
Sayonara, send my rivals, slam a guy,
Be damned if I
Had to tell one, tell a lie, get paralyzed
Stay payed, rock shit made in ultra suede
Switch blade yo wack act back to first grade
Even if y'all never seen us you know y'all need us
Suck my penis from here to muthafucking venus
Think back when you was amazed and had to sit back
Imagining me ending your world like Deep Impact
Blood clot, watch me come through and bust a gunshot
Yeah people, come inside of your dance and done thatChorus 2x[Busta Rhymes]
Fuckin' y'all up
Flipmode forever
Stays focused
Pay Attention
Pay Attention...*fades to phone interlude*
Songwriters
RHYMES, BUSTA / MCNAIR, ROGER / LEWIS, WILLIAM / FISHER, RASHIA TASHAN / JONES, LEROY / NOTISE, WAYNE / STINSON, DANAPublished by
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, JELLYBEAN MUSIC GROUP Song Discussions is protected by U.S. Patent 9401941. Other patents pending.

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The Flipmode Squad was the production crew and musical family, founded and fronted by rapper Busta Rhymes, which counted Rah Digga, Rampage, Lord Have Mercy, Spliff Star, and Baby Sham among its members. They debuted in 1998 with The Imperial Album, and Rampage and Rah Digga went on to record solo efforts. Lord Have Mercy collaborated with M.O.P on their 2000 album Warriorz, the tracks name is "Home Sweet Home"

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