Put Your Hands Where My Eyes Could See

Ah yeah, Flipmode
Here we come
'Bout to bust and explode

Flipmode, nine-seven (what?)
Busta Bus (c'mon, what?)
Hot sh- (ha-ha)
Check it out

Hit you with no delayin' so what you sayin', yo?
Silly with your wife's grilli', what the deally yo? (What?)
When I be on the mic yes I do my duty, yo
Wild up in the club like we wild in the studio (uh)
You don't wanna violate baby, really and truly yo (uh)
My main thug brotha named Julio, he moody, yo (what?)
Type of brotha that'll slap you with the tool-io
Real shook, scared to death, act fruity, yo (uh)
Ex that! Look at shorty, she a little cutie yo (yeah)

The way she shake it make me wanna get all in the booty, yo
Top miss, just hit the bangin' misses in videos (huh?)
Whylin' with my freak like we up in the freak shows (damn)
Hit you with the sh-, make you feel it all in your toes (yeah)
Hot sh-, got all my people in wet clothes (take it off)
Stylin' my metaphors when I formulate my flows (uh)
If you don't know you messin' with lyrical player pros, like that

Do you really wanna party with me?
Let me see just what you got for me
Put all your hands where my eyes can see
Straight buckwhylin' in the place to be

If you really wanna party with me
Let me see just what you got for me
Put all your hands where my eyes can see
Straight buckwhylin' in the place to be
If you really wanna party with me

In God We Trust (what?)
Yo it's a must that you heard of us, yo we murderous (uh)
A lot of people is wonderin' and they curious (what?)
How me and my unit do it, it's so mysterious
Furious, all of my people is serious (huh)
Shook, others be walkin' around fearin' us (what?)

Front baby, like you don't wanna be hearin' us (no)
Gotta listen to how radio be playin' us
Thirty time a day, yeah they make you delirious (what?)
Damaging everything all up in your areas
Yo it's funny how all the chickens be always servin' us
All up in between they a- when they wanna carry us
Hit'cha good then I hit 'em off with the alias (what?)
Various, chickens they wanna marry us

Yo it's Flipmode, you still thinkin' that we 'bout to bust (uh)
Seven figure money, the label preparin' us
Bite the dust, instead of you, makin' a fuss (what?)
People know better 'cause there ain't no comparin' us (nope)
Mad at us, yes you know better, we fabulous
Hit my people off with the flow that be marvelous (ha)
Whole sh-, my whole click victorious (yup)
Takin' no prisoners with us, straight up warriors (what?)
When I feel it then I know you be feelin' so glorious (uh)
Then we blitz and reminisce on my people Notorious

Do you really wanna party with me? (Like that, like that-tha-that-that)
Let me see just what you got for me
Put all your hands where my eyes can see
Straight buckwhylin' in the place to be

If you really wanna party with me
Let me see just what you got for me
Put all your hands where my eyes can see
Straight buckwhylin' in the place to be

If you really wanna party with me