Match the Name With the Voice
Greatness, yeah, yeah
Ay yo, turn the beat up just a little bit louder
Truck Volume
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We bout to play a lil' game
Match the name with the voice
So when you pick your favorite MC you makin' the right choice
So who are you?
Baby Sham, I'm known for the crud
First night pops off with a couple of slugs
(And how you doin'?)
You see what I'm workin' wit, it's beyond rap
Stick to the facts, that chapped lips get Carmexed
Palm that, look where the arm's at
Nigga need to launch that
Now tell me what the problem be
Is that I'm scorching dem
To flood these streets, hot not partially
Cock back the toast Put your heart for free
So what it feels like to hear me crushin' a beat
(So who are you?)
The illest broad Digga, reppin' Brick City
If I'm lying may the Lord come strike my left tittie
(And how you doin'?)
Undisputed metaphor rap queen
Always cookin' up some shit
Like mom's a crack fiend
So what's the word
Strike a nerve when I'm speakin'
Any MC whether black or white, or Puerto Rican
I'm the big dog, you just a cat stuck in a tree
Not one of y'all cocksuckers fuckin' wit me
So who are we? (Flipmode)
Got you gaspin' for air, hot shit muthafuckas
Throw your hands in the air
Watch how we do it
How we rep and yo we solemnly swear
To put it down until it's over and our time is up here
(So who are you?)
Rampage, new tenant, pack big still
Fuck what ya heard, I'm ready to kill
(And how you doin'?)
Day criminal, street thug material
Flipmode Imperial, top breakin' officer
Fuck around we warnin' ya, 21 gun salute
6 official conrads, ain't afraid to shoot
Niggas see us, we got them shakin' in they boots
Flipmode, the streets, bigger than Beirut
(So who are you?)
Yeah, Spliff Starr, cunt-crusher, gun-busta
Hard-to-toucha, one bad muthafucka
(And how you doin'?)
Gangsta bitch, deadly like cancerous
I bring it where your parents live, show you what my status is
Steam-boil your cabbages, I can't take y'all niggas faggotness
You about to die, show him where his casket is
You wanted beans, I had your hood under siege
Guns get squeezed, and bullets hit your knees
So who are you?
Bus-A-Bus now, somethin' fo' sho'
Keep 'em whilin' till somebody's left a leak on the flo'
And how you doin'?
We've been awaitin' the God, to make an undeniable entry
Controllin' everything in the yard
Rugged like General Custard it seems
How we crush grape you niggas, and make a mustard out of your team
You know we hotter than the 4th of July
So sit back and watch the fireworks show light up my name the sky
So who are we? (Flipmode)
Got you gaspin' for air, hot shit muthafuckas
Throw your hands in the air
So how we doin'
How we rep and yo I solemnly swear
To put it down until it's over and our time is up here
So who are we? (Flipmode)
Got you gaspin' for air, hot shit muthafuckas
Throw your hands in the air
Watch how we do it
How we rep and yo I solemnly swear
To put it down until it's over and our time is up here
So who are you?
Ay yo, turn the beat up just a little bit louder
Truck Volume
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We bout to play a lil' game
Match the name with the voice
So when you pick your favorite MC you makin' the right choice
So who are you?
Baby Sham, I'm known for the crud
First night pops off with a couple of slugs
(And how you doin'?)
You see what I'm workin' wit, it's beyond rap
Stick to the facts, that chapped lips get Carmexed
Palm that, look where the arm's at
Nigga need to launch that
Now tell me what the problem be
Is that I'm scorching dem
To flood these streets, hot not partially
Cock back the toast Put your heart for free
So what it feels like to hear me crushin' a beat
(So who are you?)
The illest broad Digga, reppin' Brick City
If I'm lying may the Lord come strike my left tittie
(And how you doin'?)
Undisputed metaphor rap queen
Always cookin' up some shit
Like mom's a crack fiend
So what's the word
Strike a nerve when I'm speakin'
Any MC whether black or white, or Puerto Rican
I'm the big dog, you just a cat stuck in a tree
Not one of y'all cocksuckers fuckin' wit me
So who are we? (Flipmode)
Got you gaspin' for air, hot shit muthafuckas
Throw your hands in the air
Watch how we do it
How we rep and yo we solemnly swear
To put it down until it's over and our time is up here
(So who are you?)
Rampage, new tenant, pack big still
Fuck what ya heard, I'm ready to kill
(And how you doin'?)
Day criminal, street thug material
Flipmode Imperial, top breakin' officer
Fuck around we warnin' ya, 21 gun salute
6 official conrads, ain't afraid to shoot
Niggas see us, we got them shakin' in they boots
Flipmode, the streets, bigger than Beirut
(So who are you?)
Yeah, Spliff Starr, cunt-crusher, gun-busta
Hard-to-toucha, one bad muthafucka
(And how you doin'?)
Gangsta bitch, deadly like cancerous
I bring it where your parents live, show you what my status is
Steam-boil your cabbages, I can't take y'all niggas faggotness
You about to die, show him where his casket is
You wanted beans, I had your hood under siege
Guns get squeezed, and bullets hit your knees
So who are you?
Bus-A-Bus now, somethin' fo' sho'
Keep 'em whilin' till somebody's left a leak on the flo'
And how you doin'?
We've been awaitin' the God, to make an undeniable entry
Controllin' everything in the yard
Rugged like General Custard it seems
How we crush grape you niggas, and make a mustard out of your team
You know we hotter than the 4th of July
So sit back and watch the fireworks show light up my name the sky
So who are we? (Flipmode)
Got you gaspin' for air, hot shit muthafuckas
Throw your hands in the air
So how we doin'
How we rep and yo I solemnly swear
To put it down until it's over and our time is up here
So who are we? (Flipmode)
Got you gaspin' for air, hot shit muthafuckas
Throw your hands in the air
Watch how we do it
How we rep and yo I solemnly swear
To put it down until it's over and our time is up here
So who are you?
Credits
Writer(s): Justin Smith, Rashia Fisher, Rahkeim Meyer, Leroy Jones, Roger Mcnair, Trevor Smith, William Lewis
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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