[Busta Rhymes]
Flip Mode, Funk Flex Volume 3!
[Rampage]
It`s like battle of the stars, spittin` bars
Foreign cars, never been to Mars
I`m the wizard of Oz, down to the yellow brick road
Flip Mode! Yo, we got this shit blowed
98 platinum an` the gold
I`m a dissector, 15 on the richter
Yo they owe me publishin` at Elektra
Don`t let the Ramp wretch ya, I`m-a catch ya
My squad bring the pressure, new trend setter
Watch me get this cheddar, my life is gettin` better, WHA!
[Baby Sham]
Let me find out niggaz poppin` shit from the mouth
Post-ponin` some two macs that`s spittin` from the holsters
You feel this cuz you chose this
I split wigs like the ocean, respect Moses
More clips to spit, Flip Mode runnin` this shit
So bounce to this, rollie on wrist
My platinum shit half wit` sin
See me in the club by the door bulgin` in
Rockin` the lin, my waves spin tight, dark skin
Baby Sham spittin` all in the mix on foul blends
Unhh...uhhh...
CHORUS:
[Busta] What ya`ll niggaz wanna do right now?
[Flip Mode] We wanna do it again, we wanna do it again
[Busta] I..say...what my Flip Mode unit wanna do now?
[Flip Mode] We wanna do it again, again again and again
[Busta] I...say...do that shit
[Flip Mode] I say do that shit
[Busta] Uh-do that real live shit
[Flip Mode] Uh do that real live shit!
[Busta] You know we comin` through shit
[Flip Mode] You know we comin` thru shit
[Busta] Ay-yo we here to rule shit!
[Flip Mode] Ay-yo we here to rule shit!
[Rah Digga]
What?! You like the hooptie that ain`t been test driven
I say fresh spittin`, less stricken and cess ridden, WHAT?
Watch `mira` mack the steez
Then I cut a bitch clean like I was Latin Queens
Digga on the track watch the sales quadruple
Flex like I`m feelin` it, red like my poo-poo!
Some shit with Fendi type galoshes
On some Rah-shit wit` real estate where the Taj is
Fuckin` with the Outz on the pre-product
Had this other click once but they reefer sucked
Well, time to blaze watch how I swing
Cuz I be mad like Max and merciless like Ming
[Spliff Star]
Interception, throw the microphone in my direction
Let me step to these pussies raw dog wit` no protection
Strokin` dem until they bleed and they can`t breathe
Run up in they click with ten terrorizing theives
Ya`ll niggaz is twat, my squad form like SWAT
Spliff Star comin` through ya like it or not
High off pot, make it hot like a coke plot
Refuse to lose, we keeps the flock, I`m earnin` my props, WHAT!
CHORUS
[Lord Have Mercy]
Ay-yo fuck dem and everything they love on this Earth
Keep `em runnin` from birth til` the jet black bubble cris Hurst
And run a stick turf wit` double his purse
Hustlin` curse like pastors who got guns in the church
Ones in the church...hmmm...rum in the church
Dark, kissin` a worm til` they jugular burst
Speak last rites then kick the dust on them first
Kemosabe! Your arms too short to box with me
(For-geddit) Call shots wit` me (for-geddit)
Laugh now cry later, I kill beef like mad cow
My rhyme blaze up for nine acres...
[Busta Rhymes]
...get lucci, sport Gucci and stack papers
Tell me what`s wrong nigga got yo face bent up
Beats fuck your head up even got yo mind messed up
Step up, I love when bitches get fly and dress up
(HA! What!) You best believe I (HA!) tear the rest up
When you finish clean the mess up, press up
Metaphor acid burn yo chest up
Who`s the next up to be the fool to get the boxcutter X-er
Throwin` me off, you still be in labor, TURN Funkmaster Flex-uh!
[CHORUS]
[Funkmaster Flex] ...yeah, aaight? Busta Rhymes, Flip Mode Squad!
60 minutes! Flavor... Big shout to Monica for understandin` how
the Funk flex...Yeah...what the deal.
