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Chorus

Ya dont stop

To my people in the front

Ya dont stop

To my people in the rear

Say what

Throw your hands in the air

Ya dont stop

To my people on the left

Ya dont stop

To my people on the right

Ya dont stop

To my people everywhere

Say what

Throw your hands in the air

Ya dont stop

To my people in new york

Ya dont stop

To my people down south

Ya dont stop

To my people out west

Say what

Throw your hands in the air

To my hip hop niggas

Ya dont stop

To my niggas in the street

Ya dont stop

To my niggas gettin money

Say what

Throw your hands in the air

Ya dont stop



[spliff star]

Uh, straight off the bat

My squad is known across the map

When yall niggas show love then we show you love back

Yall niggas want beef

Fuck it take it to the streets

Yall niggas gon chill

Then we sit down and we build

My squad finally here

Unit of the year

We settin up shop and we aint going nowhere

We want it all

Even if we gotta brawl for it

We want it all

Even if you gotta fall for it

We stage wreckers

Fifty-two car deckers

Reppin to the world till the law come and get us

You jealous fellas

Im puttin holes in vendettas

Twist your body

With two shells from a shottie pow!



[baby sham]

Niggas wanna get me touched

(naw they cant touch you)

Shinin and flossin too much

(naw they cant cross you)

Light on my toes

Left him ten feet

Part from his heat

Play it softly

The truth speaks through this poetry

For me to call shot

Cock block my life

Add a little spice

Devil eyes snake rise on dice

Have your fam call christ

Flipmode battle for mics

All my shit be high priced

Im slashing dikes

Feel me

Liftin thugs out they crease its quickly

Shift two keys in two weeks

And gross forty gs

Report me

And live shortly

Slouch cat livin off calibil breeze

You wanna get involved

Better grip on tight

Take the next flight

We got it locked on the next bike



[rampage]

Check it out

I got the eye of a tiger

Thats plan to go higher

My squad is on fire

And till death do us

If the label wanna sue us

Yo Im taking the reels

Im the man with the gat that be ready to peel

Im the one next to spliff when its time to ill

Ima show by astro red cross and blue shields

Watch us make a move

Catch us on smokin groove

Rules house of blues

Mtv news

On the bus with my flipmode loco (loco)

Takin flicks

Hittin chicks by the dozen (dozen)

Keep a shot runnin

Now Im on a journey

It take you twenty light years to burn me (burn me)

If you want beef call my attorney

All that other wack shit dont concern me

Im being felt

I got a title under my belt

Im out to get the wealth

Im bout my squad and myself



Chorus



[rah digga]

Uhh

Comin correct for all my flipmode brothers

Stats ratin higher then that of single mothers

Peace to my outz clique

Bitches that I bounce with

Everybody else get the gas like auschwitz

Like, flows for real like a rap bitch should

Type takin niggas out like they packaged goods

Rappers wanna contest

They buggin

Straight up and down we run the underground like h. tubman

What, Im the bomb bitch

Nigga rah

D-i-g got rah

God be my

Witness

Long as I walk this globe

I be spittin more verses than the book of job



[busta rhymes]

Why are you ignoring us

Running into hiding and avoiding us

Niggas on the low be recording us

My rhyme flow remain poisonous

Thus

Yo your shit sound wack still annoying us

We alive nigga aint no destroying us

You better off if you come join with us

Perpendicular

Or analyzing my whole molecular

In particular

Roll with my squad or go singular

I aint into bitches who fuck animals like caligula

More hot shit so get your water sprinkler

Fire extinguisher

Rhyme prime minister

Cmon!

Never mistake me for nobody else

Another blast make you shit on yourself

I hope all yall know that I always master the art

Rip you apart

Put your hand on my heart

Flipmode number one on the charts

Solo or collective

My perspective the objective

Is to win

All praises due to my squad one in the same

Cherish every blessing I have to make yall witness my name

Burn another calorie

Come inside my galaxy

Put your money where your mouth is double your salary

Hey dude you know we stay rude high on a aquelude

Bust your shit bouncin in a honda prelude

Lets g off

Nigga ease off

I make you breeze off

Brickfull make you rip your jeans off



Chorus

Chorus

Ya dont stop

To my people in the front

Ya dont stop

To my people in the rear

Say what

Throw your hands in the air

Ya dont stop

To my people on the left

Ya dont stop

To my people on the right

Ya dont stop

To my people everywhere

Say what

Throw your hands in the air

Ya dont stop

To my people in new york

Ya dont stop

To my people down south

Ya dont stop

To my people out west

Say what

Throw your hands in the air

To my hip hop niggas

Ya dont stop

To my niggas in the street

Ya dont stop

To my niggas gettin money

Say what

Throw your hands in the air

Ya dont stop



[spliff star]

Uh, straight off the bat

My squad is known across the map

When yall niggas show love then we show you love back

Yall niggas want beef

Fuck it take it to the streets

Yall niggas gon chill

Then we sit down and we build

My squad finally here

Unit of the year

We settin up shop and we aint going nowhere

We want it all

Even if we gotta brawl for it

We want it all

Even if you gotta fall for it

We stage wreckers

Fifty-two car deckers

Reppin to the world till the law come and get us

You jealous fellas

Im puttin holes in vendettas

Twist your body

With two shells from a shottie pow!



[baby sham]

Niggas wanna get me touched

(naw they cant touch you)

Shinin and flossin too much

(naw they cant cross you)

Light on my toes

Left him ten feet

Part from his heat

Play it softly

The truth speaks through this poetry

For me to call shot

Cock block my life

Add a little spice

Devil eyes snake rise on dice

Have your fam call christ

Flipmode battle for mics

All my shit be high priced

Im slashing dikes

Feel me

Liftin thugs out they crease its quickly

Shift two keys in two weeks

And gross forty gs

Report me

And live shortly

Slouch cat livin off calibil breeze

You wanna get involved

Better grip on tight

Take the next flight

We got it locked on the next bike



[rampage]

Check it out

I got the eye of a tiger

Thats plan to go higher

My squad is on fire

And till death do us

If the label wanna sue us

Yo Im taking the reels

Im the man with the gat that be ready to peel

Im the one next to spliff when its time to ill

Ima show by astro red cross and blue shields

Watch us make a move

Catch us on smokin groove

Rules house of blues

Mtv news

On the bus with my flipmode loco (loco)

Takin flicks

Hittin chicks by the dozen (dozen)

Keep a shot runnin

Now Im on a journey

It take you twenty light years to burn me (burn me)

If you want beef call my attorney

All that other wack shit dont concern me

Im being felt

I got a title under my belt

Im out to get the wealth

Im bout my squad and myself



Chorus



[rah digga]

Uhh

Comin correct for all my flipmode brothers

Stats ratin higher then that of single mothers

Peace to my outz clique

Bitches that I bounce with

Everybody else get the gas like auschwitz

Like, flows for real like a rap bitch should

Type takin niggas out like they packaged goods

Rappers wanna contest

They buggin

Straight up and down we run the underground like h. tubman

What, Im the bomb bitch

Nigga rah

D-i-g got rah

God be my

Witness

Long as I walk this globe

I be spittin more verses than the book of job



[busta rhymes]

Why are you ignoring us

Running into hiding and avoiding us

Niggas on the low be recording us

My rhyme flow remain poisonous

Thus

Yo your shit sound wack still annoying us

We alive nigga aint no destroying us

You better off if you come join with us

Perpendicular

Or analyzing my whole molecular

In particular

Roll with my squad or go singular

I aint into bitches who fuck animals like caligula

More hot shit so get your water sprinkler

Fire extinguisher

Rhyme prime minister

Cmon!

Never mistake me for nobody else

Another blast make you shit on yourself

I hope all yall know that I always master the art

Rip you apart

Put your hand on my heart

Flipmode number one on the charts

Solo or collective

My perspective the objective

Is to win

All praises due to my squad one in the same

Cherish every blessing I have to make yall witness my name

Burn another calorie

Come inside my galaxy

Put your money where your mouth is double your salary

Hey dude you know we stay rude high on a aquelude

Bust your shit bouncin in a honda prelude

Lets g off

Nigga ease off

I make you breeze off

Brickfull make you rip your jeans off



Chorus

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