Lyrics:
Flipmode, Flipmode, let's go
Lock it down, fade away, yeah
Lock it down, fade away
Flipmode, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Flipmode, yeah, yeah, yeah,
me killin’ the street
I’m so on fire that I can’t
Describe the level of my heat
You better get what I’m sayin’
Get what I’m sayin’
Flipmode we ain’t
how we do
If you blink or move you on
The 9 o clock news i’m riding with flipmode
You ain't fucking with my crew
Being that gangsta nigga game tied
rollin' with my whole crew
Bounce threw niggas when ever we surround you
Flipmode role thick, and you know we don't quit
Hit you with some more hits that
Yeah, another special from Flipmode Records
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah here we go!
Streets! Flipmode baby, yeah check it Busta Bus baby
Yeah, Rah
Yeah, another special from Flipmode Records
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah here we go!
Streets! Flipmode baby, yeah check it Busta Bus baby
Yeah, Rah
Yeah, Universal, Flipmode
That's that joint! You know that ain't doin it again
Uh, do it! Do it!
I'm a Natural Born Killa that's Born to Rise
Yeah, Universal, Flipmode
That's that joint! You know that ain't doin it again
Uh, do it! Do it!
I'm a Natural Born Killa that's Born to Rise
Yeah yeah
Fix that guitar shit
Yeah
Hey yo Mystikal
(Here I go wha)
Is they getting' rowdy wit' us
Is they wildin' wit us
Yeah yeah
Flipmode
Yeah come on, come on, check it out
(Rockkkkkkkkkk)
This is how we do it
(Roll)
Yeah come on, everything
(Rolllllllllllllllll)
Flipmode, Violator
(I
Yeah yeah
Fix that guitar shit
Yeah (25x)
Ay yo Mystikal
(Here I go wha)
Iz they getting' rowdy wit' us
Iz they wildin' wit us
Yeah yeah
Flipmode
watch the way we always blow the spot
Here we go again
We f**** s**** up and take the s**** you got
Here we go again
Flipmode you know we always bring
All my niggas y'all, Flipmode y'all
Flipmode y'all, hardcore y'all, raw shit y'all
Hardcore y'all, Flipmode y'all
All my bitches y'all, all my
Yeah, 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
Yeah, 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
We make it clap
We make it clap
(Huh) yeah, yeah, yeah
(Flipmode) Busta Rhymes (Busta Rhymes)
Sean-a-paul (Sean Paul)
One more time (ha) kill
I'm tired of tellin' these niggas I'm comin'
Busta Rhymes bitch, Flipmode bitch
So many big guns when they pull
Out a dock in a city
She don't wanna
Flipmode deep, we bring good things to light
Put down your gun, and light
I'm in it to win it
Plus I'm wildin' for the night
All my muthafuckas in
Flipmode deep, we bring good things to light
Put down your gun, and light
I'm in it to win it
Plus I'm wildin' for the night
All my muthafuckas in
watch the way we always blow the spot
Here we go again
We fuck shit up and take the shit you got
Here we go again
Flipmode you know we always bring it
[Chorus]
All my niggas why'all, Flipmode why'all
Flipmode why'all, hardcore why'all, raw shit why'all
Hardcore why'all, Flipmode why'all
For my
-Busta Rhymes verse-
Flipmode word bond
Flipmode coming word bond
Flipmode here word bond
Feel no fear word bond
Uh-uh-uh uh-uh
uh-uh-uh uh-uh
Ah yeah, Flipmode
Here we come, 'bout to bust and explode
Flipmode, Busta Bus (what?)
Nine-seven (come on, what), hot shit (haha)
Check it out
Ah yeah, Flipmode
Here we come, 'bout to bust and explode
Flipmode, Busta Bus (what?)
Nine-seven (come on, what), hot shit (haha)
Check it out
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