Here We Go Again (feat. The Flipmode Squad)

Yeah (Uh)

The rulership (Word)

Anarchy **** (Yeah, yeah)

Spliff Star (Spliff Star)

Busta-bus (Busta-bus)

Roc Marc (Roc Marc)

Rah Digga (Rah Digga)

Baby Sham (Baby Sham)

Rampage (Rampage)

Yeah, huh, another voyage ****

(Another one)

One, two, three come one

Here we go again

Y'all **** know we have to give it to you

Here we go again

Now feel this banger while it's running through you

Here we go again

We come to hit y'all with that **** music

Here we go again

More shit for y'all go head and drug abuse it

Here we go again

Now 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

Flip mode you know we always bring it (What)

Bring it (What), bring it (what), bring it (what), bring it

I'm a real wise guy you can't fuck with me

You could catch a quick bullet, like Brandon Lee

Carry my squad on my back like a MPV

I got a sick catalogue that's banned from TV

Charge your whole squad a hundred CC

Straight from the streets learn from OG's

Rocks ain't nothing my jewels is deep freeze

Blood, sweat, and tears gotta stack the G's

They don't want to see me twenty pounds heavier

On the cellular they want to see me shot

And bellied up

I tell you what

When I'm switching my whips I bury one

I walk around in the streets with heavy guns

Bust it

Marinate in your self sauce

A couple of shells to dry you out

To a pale horse

Smashing your image

Take it back then we crack with a villain

Scratching my d-dick plus be the rapper to liquid

Spliff Star, Rampage, Rah Digga, Roc Marc, Baby Sham, Busta Rhyme

Dj Scratchator, Flipmode Squad

Motherfucker

What y'all **** want

Yeah you know we always gonna give it to you hardcore

I double drop kick ****

Run around evict ****

Give it to you full blown

Like HIV sick ****

Act like you know B

I watch you die slowly

Tapped action like Charles Dick to Kobe

Was a blood spilling

Smack a faggot from the village

Steam boil your cabbage, and hurt your momma feelings

Run you off the court

Defeat you at your spot

Spit pop and twist ****, like Moet cork

What now?

Hardcore sounds

We snatch crowns, too much mouth

You lay down

We clear crowds send a large threat

What you expect, for me to get rich ****

And blow off my set? Never that

I'ma rep Flipmode

Till the sky's black turn it to the max

And hear how we murdered this track

Do you feel me dawgs?

Six blocks, ninety six buildings

Brick walls still push rock 'cause I'm the source

Now make noise one time for the tight little swinger

Posing in flicks sticking up my middle finger

Everybody trying to get they little shine these days

Make a bitch cold flip back to my grimy ways

Ball in my court those who lack sport

Tear they ass to the roof without the black thought

Coming on the scene thinking you the Don Juan

Type crimes have you pissing all in your Shaun John

Here we go now

Now what the fuck y'all **** want?

And how we blow, and give you all exactly what you want

See flip mode is a squad

Whatever **** want to try

We smash you in your face

And make it black around your eye

We 'bout to wreck it no doubt

I'm 'bout to hit y'all with some shit that make you

Bug the fuck out

And make y'all **** get real arrogant and thug the fuck out

And every time we in the spot

We always smash shit and make y'all **** bust a slug out

Here we go again

Y'all **** know we had to give it to you

Here we go again

Now feel this banger while it's running through you

Here we go again

We come to hit y'all with that **** music

Here we go again

More shit for y'all gon' head and drug abuse it

Here we go again

Now 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 (What)

Bring it (What), bring it (What), bring it (What), bring it

Ha

Flipmode

New album

Labor day 2000

Fuckers

The Rulership LP

Flipmode Squad

Unstoppable

Cut this shit off, cut it off