Busta Rhymes — Flipmode Bitch

[Intro: Busta Rhymes] Ayo Clinton Sparks, you know what is man It seem like the kid got the new crack for the city man That’s why we call this mixtape “New Crack City” bitch! Flipmode bitch! Yeah! Right now [?] Ayo make sure you [?] within 20 feet of the fuckin’ [?] holder Easy [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Niggas ask me how you got so many joints in the street check it I tell ‘em ‘cause I love to hear myself on a lot of records Suffocatin’ the hood and air way for a lot of dudes Resuscitatin’ the look and diggin’ grain for a lot of crews Maximize the lane that I’m givin’ You got a lot of nerve at the hotel where I take bitches to fuck you work the conciergе Pause motherfucker ya hеard Become triumphant like a riot bigger than most eight to [?] [?} shift the paranoia on niggas While I bounce to the mansion in Jersey, Perth and boil you niggas While you see me stay on my grind and I steam up in the sauna A lot of niggas ain’t see me comin’ my team is gettin’ stronger Shit is electric we lighten up the hood and draw current Short circuit the streets bringin’ it to whoever really want it No time to waste see I done came to lock the block up And stock up a lot of this tip while I clock the Glock up [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Flipmode bitch, get down get down You know what to do nigga step down step down The word on the street be the best round best round Can try to front and you could get clowned get clowned You niggas know we got the best sound best sound We smashin’ New York to the next town next town We bang the street don’t need a test ground test ground Flip Flip mode mode squad squad bitch bitch [Verse 2: Papoose] [?] Know about blammin’ Lock it with niggas who lock out slammers Niggas don’t respect bullets ‘til they pop out hammers Though the J kept ridin’ they hopped out near me Now I’m in central booker eatin’ a cop out sandwich They never seen shells ‘til they cock out hammers Not mines ‘cause I pop outlandish And you niggas just ain’t safe in your haven ‘cause we rainin’ and rainin’ Shit I play ‘em the playlist I’m as great as the greatest Sick game is contagious Scribe pages and pages Engagin’ with gauges on stages and stages Lyrically blaze blazin’ the hazin’ Wave wavin’ the raven I’m aimin’ at bankin’ this game we’re changin’ Rappers is Caucasians and Asians Nah I ain’t a racist I burn you guinea pigs to bacon I burn you chinks to lil’ manin’ It’s no discrimination I burn you niggas down to raisins [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Flipmode bitch, get down get down You know what to do nigga step down step down The word on the street be the best round best round Can try to front and you could get clowned get clowned You niggas know we got the best sound best sound We smashin’ New York to the next town next town We bang the street don’t need a test ground test ground Flip flip mode mode squad squad bitch bitch [Verse 3: Spliff Star] I fight fire with fire, I was born sucker free I go at ya hard leave a scar to remember me Fuck the fist fights I leave that for Mayweather I’m a cock back AK spray fella Now when I came in this game I tried to keep humble Now the game has changed and all I see is trouble All of a sudden every rapper claim that he thuggin’ Aks in his hood his niggas never did nothin’ Frontin’ for the camera like he stay with the hammer But look into his eyes you can tell that he straight banana Talkin’ killer shit but he ain’t killin’ shit Studio gangster just poppin’ just a bunch of spit Say they sold the most drugs but never sold shit Don’t even know how many grams in a fuckin’ brick F.Y.I it’s a thousand grams you prick Get it correct, Flipmode bitch! [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Flipmode bitch, get down get down You know what to do nigga step down step down The word on the street be the best round best round Can try to front and you could get clowned get clowned You niggas know we got the best sound best sound We smashin’ New York to the next town next town We bang the street don’t need a test ground test ground Flip Flip mode mode squad squad bitch bitch