Here We Go Again (feat. The Flipmode Squad)
Yeah (uh)
The Rulership (word)
Anarchy niggas (yeah, yeah)
Spliff Starr (Spliff Starr)
Bus-a-bus (Bus-a-bus)
Roc Marci (Roc Marci)
Rah Digga (Rah Digga)
Baby Sham (Baby Sham)
Rampage (Rampage)
Yeah
Another Voyage nigga (another one)
One, two, three, c'mon
Here we go again
Y'all niggas 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 nigga music
Here we go again
More shit for y'all gon' hear the 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
I'm a real wise guy (uh), you can't fuck with me (me)
You could catch a quick bullet (uh) like Brandon Lee (Lee)
Carry my squad on my back (uh) like a MPV (V)
I got a sick paddle log that's banned from TV (V)
Charge your whole squad (hah) a hundred CC's (C's)
Straight from the streets (hah), learn from OG's (G's) (uh)
Rocks ain't nothin' (uh) my jewels is deep freeze (freeze, uh)
Blood, sweat, and tears, gotta stack the cheese (cheese) (oh, yeah, what?)
They don't wanna see me 20 pounds heavier on the cellular (yeah, uh)
They wanna see me shot and bellied up
I tell you what (y'all see?) When I'm switching my whips, I bury one
Walk around in the streets with heavy guns, bust it (uh)
Marinate in your self-source
A couple shells to dry you out to a pale horse smashing your image
Take it back to when we crack with invented (uh)
Scratching my d-dick, plus be the rapper to liquid
Spliff Starr, Rampage
Rah Digga, Roc Marci
Baby Sham, Busta Rhymes
DJ Scratchator (Flipmode Squad!)
Muthafucker, what y'all niggas want?
Yeah, you know we always gonna give it to you (hardcore)
I double drop-kick, niggas, run around evict niggas
Give it to you full-blown like HIV sick niggas
Act like you know B, I watch you die slowly (yeah)
Tap that chin like Charles did to Kobe
Was a blood spillin', smack a faggot from the village
Steam boil cabbage, and hurt your momma feelings (wah-cha!)
Run you off the court, defeat you at your sport
Spit, pop, and twist niggas like Moet corks
What now?
Hardcore sounds (uh), we snatch crowns (yeah)
Too much mouth, get layed down
We clear crowds (yeah), send a large threat (what?)
What you expect (uh), for me to get rich, nigga (yeah)
And blow off my set (uh-huh), never that
I'ma rep Flipmode 'til the sky's black
Turn it to the macks (uh) and hear how we murdered this track
Do you feel me, dogs? Six blocks, 96 buildings
Brick walls, still push raw '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 (hah)
Ball in my court (hah), those who lack sport (hah)
Tear they (hah) 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 Sean John (hah)
Here we go now
Now what the fuck y'all niggas want
And how we blow and give you all exactly what you want
See Flipmode is the squad, whatever niggas wanna 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 niggas get real arrogant and thug the fuck out
And every time we in the spot we always smash shit and make y'all niggas
Bust a slug out
Here we go again
Y'all niggas 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 nigga music
Here we go again
More shit for y'all gon' hear the 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 the shit off, cut it off
The Rulership (word)
Anarchy niggas (yeah, yeah)
Spliff Starr (Spliff Starr)
Bus-a-bus (Bus-a-bus)
Roc Marci (Roc Marci)
Rah Digga (Rah Digga)
Baby Sham (Baby Sham)
Rampage (Rampage)
Yeah
Another Voyage nigga (another one)
One, two, three, c'mon
Here we go again
Y'all niggas 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 nigga music
Here we go again
More shit for y'all gon' hear the 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
I'm a real wise guy (uh), you can't fuck with me (me)
You could catch a quick bullet (uh) like Brandon Lee (Lee)
Carry my squad on my back (uh) like a MPV (V)
I got a sick paddle log that's banned from TV (V)
Charge your whole squad (hah) a hundred CC's (C's)
Straight from the streets (hah), learn from OG's (G's) (uh)
Rocks ain't nothin' (uh) my jewels is deep freeze (freeze, uh)
Blood, sweat, and tears, gotta stack the cheese (cheese) (oh, yeah, what?)
They don't wanna see me 20 pounds heavier on the cellular (yeah, uh)
They wanna see me shot and bellied up
I tell you what (y'all see?) When I'm switching my whips, I bury one
Walk around in the streets with heavy guns, bust it (uh)
Marinate in your self-source
A couple shells to dry you out to a pale horse smashing your image
Take it back to when we crack with invented (uh)
Scratching my d-dick, plus be the rapper to liquid
Spliff Starr, Rampage
Rah Digga, Roc Marci
Baby Sham, Busta Rhymes
DJ Scratchator (Flipmode Squad!)
Muthafucker, what y'all niggas want?
Yeah, you know we always gonna give it to you (hardcore)
I double drop-kick, niggas, run around evict niggas
Give it to you full-blown like HIV sick niggas
Act like you know B, I watch you die slowly (yeah)
Tap that chin like Charles did to Kobe
Was a blood spillin', smack a faggot from the village
Steam boil cabbage, and hurt your momma feelings (wah-cha!)
Run you off the court, defeat you at your sport
Spit, pop, and twist niggas like Moet corks
What now?
Hardcore sounds (uh), we snatch crowns (yeah)
Too much mouth, get layed down
We clear crowds (yeah), send a large threat (what?)
What you expect (uh), for me to get rich, nigga (yeah)
And blow off my set (uh-huh), never that
I'ma rep Flipmode 'til the sky's black
Turn it to the macks (uh) and hear how we murdered this track
Do you feel me, dogs? Six blocks, 96 buildings
Brick walls, still push raw '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 (hah)
Ball in my court (hah), those who lack sport (hah)
Tear they (hah) 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 Sean John (hah)
Here we go now
Now what the fuck y'all niggas want
And how we blow and give you all exactly what you want
See Flipmode is the squad, whatever niggas wanna 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 niggas get real arrogant and thug the fuck out
And every time we in the spot we always smash shit and make y'all niggas
Bust a slug out
Here we go again
Y'all niggas 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 nigga music
Here we go again
More shit for y'all gon' hear the 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 the shit off, cut it off
Credits
Writer(s): Rahkeim Meyer, Roger Mcnair, Justin Smith, Rashia Fisher, Leroy Jones, William Lewis, Trevor Smith
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