[Produced by DJ Scratch]
[Intro: Rampage]
Yeah, uh! Universal, Flipmode, uh
Haa! (Uh), that's that joint
You know they ain't doin it again? Yes, they did
Uh, do it, do it!
[Verse 1: Rampage]
I'm a natural born killer (Uh) that's born to rise
Flipmode is the squad (Uh), so it's no surprise
Niggas want to advertise (Uh) about how we get down
You fuck around (Uh), leave your body in the lost and found
How you like me now? (Uh), we got the industry on lock
The world is on shock (Uh), I'm takin' piece of the rock
Yo, you feel it (Tell 'em, uh) in the heart when we took you to the park (Park)
Midnight after dark, I'm the raider of the lost ark (Lost ark, lost ark)
[Interlude: Serious]
Na-na-na-na-na-na-nah (Na, now)
Na-na-nah (Now, now)
[Verse 2: Serious]
Super size (Size), super size (Size)
Right before your eyes (Eyes)
Bring in treats like giant sweet potato pies (Pies)
Wise sword shift and I spit on flies (Flies)
Killin' all the tips from studio spies (Spies)
Head to bed, beddie-bye (Bye), beddie-bye (Bye)
Don't ask why (Why?), what do you ask as a reply? (Tight)
Flipmode's the squad, don't test, don't try (Try)
Peace to my people in the friendly sky (Sky)
Peace to my outer space ties (Ties, ties, ties, ties, ties)
[Verse 3: Spliff Star | Serious | Busta Rhymes]
I'm livin' weller like the ladies (Ha, wha—), bigger than crack in the 80s (Na-na-nah)
Through the bushed up (That's right) buggy I Mercedes (Na-na-nah, uh-huh)
Blow up like C-4 (What?), there's so much to live for
Can't play the game no more (Aha), pick up the cain no more (Word)
Brothers ain't the same (Uh) no more, tryna sweat me, what I'm aimin' for (What?)
Get they selves caught up (That's right), faggot ass tore up
In the worst way (Uh, uh-huh, that's right) the only way you can stop me (What?)
Is cock your Glock and shot me, drop me, pop me (Huh)
Make sure you that you got me (Woo)
'Cause anyhow I live, I'm comin' back for you, poppy (Poppy, poppy, yuh, yuh)
[Hook: Busta Rhymes | Rah Digga | all]
Yo, what y'all niggas wanna do? Yo, we can take it outside!
Y'all niggas want something, yuh? (Yeah!) Yo, we can take it outside!
Yo, what y'all niggas wanna do? (What?) Yo, we can take it outside!
Y'all niggas want something, yuh? (Hah, hah) Yo, we can take it outside! (Outside)
[Verse 4: Baby Sham | Busta Rhymes]
Push up in the Hot Rod, alley cats a rah-rah (Ha)
All my Flipmode in the backseats with the chrome nines
I'm here to bust mine, nigga fragile, let his brain fry (Ha!)
Pretty boy sliced up, feel the contact from this red eye (Woo)
You failed to realize, when them macks me you drop the plastic (Ha)
Run up in your crib (What, what?) and snatch the heemis from the mattress
My crew expanded (Woo, ha), QB is where we landed (Ha)
Yellow strip (Yellow kid) you crossed it, now I'm forcin' you
To drink this Sham's potion (Ha), show me were loaded
The desert eagle hear it cockin' (Ha), lovin' my dogies
While we shinin', continue flossin' (Ha!)
[Interlude: Lord Have Mercy | Busta Rhymes | Rah Digga]
Killer kids, Flipmode, Flipmode (Yeah, come on)
Flipmode we are, where we are! (Uh)
[Verse 5: Rah Digga]
Fuck steppin' on toes, I crush the whole shoe
Pronto like Cru 'til I'm triumphant like Wu
The shit you talkin' crazy like niggas turnin' in their hand guns
I be burnin' MCs like Betty grandson (Huhh!)
And smokin' grey poupon, boy (Yeah, yeah), in two lines I chew rhymes (Yeah, yeah)
And make niggas fold like they was futons (Rah Digga)
All day Outsidaz (What?), the squad be Flipmode
We get our dick rode, a whole shit load (What?)
[Hook: Busta Rhymes | Rah Digga | Lord Have Mercy | all]
Yo, what y'all niggas wanna do? Yo, we can take it outside! (Through the door)
Y'all niggas want something, yuh? (Yeah) Yo, we can take it outside! (Through the door)
[Verse 6: Lord Have Mercy]
Yo, we be the official G-U-rilla to lead
Militias that pillage Americana (Ha!)
Spit sentences like venomous iguanas (Ho!)
Reminisce the promise (Ha!), bring drama like Nicaragua
Fatigues march, army leaders, they count crooked drug dollars
And sip fresh squeezed milk from the titties of llamas (Uh)
Leave cities in carnage (Uh)
Pretty as farmers that pour whiskey at harvest and hold sixteen bananas (Woo)
Maintain, maintain, maintain
I reign like Mussolini's iron fist
Try on this, you can't see me like vagina lips (Hmm)
Smugglin' diamond chips (Hmm), bubble anonymous
The dominant will resource and count on script crews
And world wars (World wars, wars, world wars)
[Verse 7: Busta Rhymes]
Yo, you better practice what you preach (Ah), I got seven MCs (Come on)
At ten Gs a show each (Hahahaha), never interfere and shit (Ha)
Souvenirs for your ears and shit (Hahaha)
Clear poetry like William Shakespeare and shit, word is bond (Ha, wooo), checkin' me out!
Hate what you talkin' about (Woo), you lost and you walkin' about (Ha)
Niggas got beef, they really want to chill and start talkin' it out
Ay! Oh my God (Ha), y'all niggas be buggin me out (Hoo)
Wish they could lay me down and have the police start chalkin' me out
Now I zoom in on you! My niggas start stalkin' you out (Ha)
Shut down all the bullshit you total recallin' about!
This one's for my peoples and my niggas up north! (Hahahaha)
The rulership dynasty of Flipmode finally come forth (Ha)
Exports and imports (Hoo) hittin' you with flavors of all sorts
My squad comin' through (Yo, yo), chop down your ear off
[Hook: Busta Rhymes | Rah Digga | all]
Yo, what y'all niggas wanna do? Yo, we can take it outside!
Y'all niggas want something, yuh? (Yeah!) Yo, we can take it outside!
Yo, what y'all niggas wanna do? (What?) Yo, we can take it outside!
Y'all niggas want something, yuh? (Hah, hah) Yo, we can take it outside! (Outside)
Yo, what y'all niggas wanna do? Yo, we can take it outside!
Y'all niggas want something, yuh? (Yeah!) Yo, we can take it outside!
Yo, what y'all niggas wanna do? (What?) Yo, we can take it outside!
Y'all niggas want something, yuh? (Hah, hah) Yo, we can take it outside! (Outside)
