To My People Lyrics - Singles - Flipmode Squad

Ya don't stop to my people in the front 

Ya don't stop to my people in the rear 

Say what, throw your hands in the air 

Ya don't stop to my people on the left 

Ya don't stop to my people on the right 

Ya don't stop to my people everywhere 

Say what, throw your hands in the air 

Ya don't stop to my people in New York 

Ya don't stop to my people down south 

Ya don't stop to my people out west 

Say what, throw your hands in the air 

To my hip hop niggas, ya don't stop 

To my niggas in the street, ya don't stop 

To my niggas gettin' money, say what 

Throw your hands in the air 

Ya don't stop 

Uh, straight off the bat 

My squad is known across the map 

When y'all niggas show love 

Then we show you love back 

Y'all niggas want beef 

Fuck it take it to the streets 

Y'all niggas gon' chill 

Then we sit down and we build 

My squad finally here 

Unit of the year 

We settin' up shop 

And we ain't going nowhere 

We want it all 

Even if we gotta brawl for it 

We want it all 

Even if you gotta fall for it 

We stage wreckers, fifty two car deckers 

Reppin' to the world till the law come and get us 

You jealous fellas 

I'm puttin' holes in vendettas 

Twist your body 

With two shells from a shottie pow 

Niggas wanna get me touched 

(Naw, they cant touch you) 

Shinin' and flossin' too much 

(Naw, they can't cross you) 

Light on my toes 

Left him ten feet 

Part from his heat 

Play it softly 

The truth speaks through this poetry 

For me to call shot 

Cock block my life 

Add a little spice 

Devil eyes snake rise on dice 

Have your fam call Christ 

Flipmode battle for mics 

All my shit be high priced 

I'm slashing dikes, feel me 

Liftin' thugs out they crease it's quickly 

Shift two keys in two weeks 

And gross forty g's 

Report me and live shortly 

Slouch cat livin' off calibil breeze 

You wanna get involved 

Better grip on tight, take the next flight 

We got it locked on the next bike 

Check it out 

I got the eye of a tiger 

That's plan to go higher 

My squad is on fire 

And till death do us 

If the label wanna sue us 

Yo I'm taking the reels 

I'm the man with the gat that be ready to peel 

I'm the one next to Spliff when it's time to ill 

I'm a show by astro red cross and blue shields 

Watch us make a move 

Catch us on smokin' groove 

Rules house of blues, MTV news 

On the bus with my Flipmode loco 

(Loco) 

Takin' flicks, hittin' chicks by the dozen 

(Dozen) 

Keep a shot runnin' 

Now I'm on a journey 

It take you twenty light years to burn me 

(Burn me) 

If you want beef call my attorney 

All that other wack shit don't concern me 

I'm being felt 

I got a title under my belt 

I'm out to get the wealth 

I'm 'bout my squad and myself 

Ya don't stop to my people in the front 

Ya don't stop to my people in the rear 

Say what, throw your hands in the air 

Ya don't stop to my people on the left 

Ya don't stop to my people on the right 

Ya don't stop to my people everywhere 

Say what, throw your hands in the air 

Ya don't stop to my people in New York 

Ya don't stop to my people down south 

Ya don't stop to my people out west 

Say what, throw your hands in the air 

To my hip hop niggas, ya don't stop 

To my niggas in the street, ya don't stop 

To my niggas gettin' money, say what 

Throw your hands in the air 

Ya don't stop 

Uhh, comin' correct for all my Flipmode brothers 

Stats ratin' higher then that of single mothers 

Peace to my Outz clique 

Bitches that I bounce with 

Everybody else get the gas like Auschwitz 

Like, flows for real like a rap bitch should 

Type takin' niggas out like they packaged goods 

Rappers wanna contest 

They buggin', straight up and down 

We run the underground like H. Tubman 

What, I'm the bomb bitch 

Nigga Rah, D I G got Rah 

God be my witness 

Long as I walk this globe 

I be spittin' more verses 

Than the 'Book of Job' 

Why are you ignoring us 

Running into hiding and avoiding us? 

Niggas on the low be recording us 

My rhyme flow remain poisonous 

Thus 

Yo your shit sound wack still annoying us 

We alive nigga ain't no destroying us 

You better off if you come join with us 

Perpendicular 

Or analyzing my whole molecular 

In particular 

Roll with my squad or go singular 

I ain't into bitches who fuck animals like caligula 

More hot shit so get your water sprinkler 

Fire extinguisher, rhyme, prime minister 

C'mon 

Never mistake me for nobody else 

Another blast make you shit on yourself 

I hope all y'all know that I always master the art 

Rip you apart 

Put your hand on my heart 

Flipmode number one on the charts 

Solo or collective 

My perspective the objective 

Is to win 

All praises due to my squad one in the same 

Cherish every blessing 

I have to make y'all witness my name 

Burn another calorie 

Come inside my galaxy 

Put your money where your mouth is double your salary 

Hey dude you know we stay rude high on a aquelude 

Bust your shit bouncin' in a Honda Prelude 

Let's G off 

Nigga ease off 

I make you breeze off 

Brickfull make you rip your jeans off 

Ya don't stop to my people in the front 

Ya don't stop to my people in the rear 

Say what, throw your hands in the air 

Ya don't stop to my people on the left 

Ya don't stop to my people on the right 

Ya don't stop to my people everywhere 

Say what, throw your hands in the air 

Ya don't stop to my people in New York 

Ya don't stop to my people down south 

Ya don't stop to my people out west 

Say what, throw your hands in the air 

To my hip hop niggas, ya don't stop 

To my niggas in the street, ya don't stop 

To my niggas gettin' money, say what 

Throw your hands in the air 

Ya don't stop