Yeah, it's time to do it like a g.o. once again. You know in 1989 we knocked on the door. In 1990 we beat on the door. Now it's 1991 and we fiend to kick this muthafucka in.
chorus 1. I know my momma loves me. I know my poppa loves me. I know the camera loves me. I can tell my brother loves me. I know that Boston loves. And San Francisco loves me.
Chorus (Mariami). In the waking hour I see your face. In the waking hour I feel your (oh). In the waking hour feel my body race. In the waking hour. Baby I see that the game is unspoken so if you play with me.
[Romeo: talking]. You know man. This one right here is. for anyone who was there for me. or cared for me. Life funny man. You go through your little ups and downs.
We fell in love from the start. Well I'll go where you are. . To the moon, to the sun,. To the sun shines down... X4. . We'll dance in the meadows baby,.
[Raekwon] Aiyyo, American Cream Team productions, bustin. [Chip Banks] Harlem World, Shaolin. [Raekwon] We back.. and we ain't goin nowhere. Get that? They gonna respect me.
My words are weapons, I use 'em to crush my opponents. My words are weapons, I never show no emotion. My words are weapons, I use 'em to kill whoever's steppin' to me.
[Rampage]. It's Atiya, Richard of Flatbush. Speak up. The word on the street is the Rampage return. Uh. . [Busta]. Hah, one time, two times, three times (no doubt), four times.
[Noreaga - talking]. Lets keep it grimy! (get with that shit). What y'all niggaz get man?. What y'all gets murder unit (murder unit). or burn unit (burn unit).
[Noreaga - talking]. Lets keep it grimy! (get with that shit). What y'all niggaz get man?. What y'all gets murder unit (murder unit). or burn unit (burn unit).
Who fuck betta then me, get sex wetter then me. Go down betta then me, can ya man girlfriend. You look better wit' me, fantasy, you wishin'. That ya man could be, slide ya body down the pole.
Yo what up son?. Yea happy New Years man, you too. Yea man it's crazy cold out here right about now man. Yea I'm just chillin' in the coupe, k'nawm sayin'?.
Yeah. Turn it up. That's right. For my niggas. Here we go. . [Verse 1]. Some real niggas have gone away... never to return. Stay forever on wax 'cause the mics they burn.
(Verse 1). Money to the wall. This is how I roll. Bet you didn't know. That I've got a claw. . Do you wanna rock?. With me up all night. Cause i'm doing fine.
Yeah, where you think you goin'?. Where you think you goin'?. Ladies and gentlemen, it's the unit for the 9-8. Flipmode Squad baby, that's my word. All you sucker MC's, try to hide this stuff, come back here.
Yeah, heh. A Flipmode y'all, a Flipmode y'all. A Flipmode y'all, a Flipmode y'all. Hah, heh, hahahaha, yo, yo, uh. . I spits rhymes for thug cats, neighborhood drug rats.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Flipmode. Yeah, yeah, yeah, Flipmode. Yeah, yeah, yeah, Flipmode. Yeah, yeah, yeah, Flipmode. Yeah, yeah, yeah, Flipmode. . Keep it goin, c'mon.
[Busta Rhymes]. Yeah, yeah, yeah Flipmode. Yeah, yeah, yeah Flipmode. Yeah, yeah, yeah Flipmode. Yeah, yeah, yeah Flipmode. Yeah, yeah, yeah Flipmode.
(Rah-Digga). I be the worst like Nick. To all them mc thugs. Like them 4 little kids. And the teacher gettin plugged. I don't give a fuck style. Tell me come jiggy.