Where You Think You Goin' Lyrics - Flipmode Squad

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 

Where you think you goin', nigga? Come back here 

Y'all niggaz ain't seein' Jack, shit 

Aiiyo, speak the truth 

Too short to let it hurt, some talk dirt 

And be the first slangin' hertz 

Freestylin' of the hum of the birds 

Fall back when I shine on my shine, two shows follow behind 

It's a fucked up vehicle, switchin' my lines 

Hotel asks a nigga, "Could I share my dimes" 

Picture that, when you scared to draw toes, playin' me close 

Rollin' with the dogs wearin' yesterdays clothes 

Left a fouled sin into my squad without permission 

I started dissin', hopin' you listen 

Pay attention 

Fatheresly, the shadow leads you back to the hood 

You wanna switch up because some niggas stalked you up 

Or is the fact that they thought you was rollin' with us 

Left you all draged like two trains crashin' it up 

Aiiyo, 'Spliff Starr' drama, bullet him to sonna 

Type of nigga that would sell crack to your mama 

Take the cash and give me a bind Marijuana 

Check me bound and some turn bull panic 

Back in the days, Im off the drugs like a sonna 

Nigga pushin' boy, kill 'emselves like no other 

Kid dont like Blues brothers, cold weather rock the ramma 

Lie in front of the jury, D.A. and ya 

I represent street niggas, carry heat niggas 

Wants to keep niggas, ain't nothin' but these sweet niggas 

I stay token, gun butt cha scar open 

If you fuck wit my squad nigga where you think you goin'? 

Where you think you goin'? 

Where you think you goin'? 

Aiiyo, what you doin' nigga? 

Where you think you goin'? 

Where you think you goin'? 

Where you think you goin'? 

Aiiyo, what you movin' for? 

Where you think you goin'? 

Where you think you goin'? 

Where you think you goin'? 

Aiiyo, what you doin' nigga? 

Where you think you goin'? 

You think that you can run 

You think that you can hide 

You best believe you still comin' 

I think you better slide 

While you stay bitchin', another nigga missin' 

Bodies snatch you up, behold the cream 

Cought in hells kitchen, my trigger fingers itchin' 

Nervous system's fucked up 

That's why my nerves twitchin' 

Inslave your mentality nigga brain fried 

We after you, runnin' sergeon for a free ride 

Where you think you goin' son? 

We gon' catch you soon 

We here to take over this shit 

Pour the tycoon 

Blossom and gloom 

Capture any nigga sober in a little dark room 

Ha ha ha ha ha 

Uh, oh, you lil' league boy I know your beats 

You sound bullshitely, you rock 

Swearin' you to ball, when you know you're wack 

In a studio settin' of a reverands track 

Boy, Rah gets busy, my shit be way slaver 

Curder rapper Ernest like the one slave labor 

One first be like the bitch tap oil 

Loyal to my niggas Enemies are fucked around 

And riders rappin for you 

Spot stays blowin' goin' to the top 

Where you think you're goin' 

Pocket stay throwin', smooth like the lowin' 

Rap chick flowin', where you think you're goin'? 

Where you think you goin'? 

Where you think you goin'? 

Aiiyo, what you doin' nigga? 

Where you think you goin'? 

Where you think you goin'? 

Where you think you goin'? 

Aiiyo, what you movin' for? 

Where you think you goin'? 

Where you think you goin'? 

Where you think you goin'? 

Aiiyo, what you doin' nigga? 

Where you think you goin'? 

I'm a hard man at work 

Lyrical expert 

Look out before you get hurt 

Bury the dirt, line for line 

Ramp I be the mastermind 

That's be full time watch me shine 

I know the seven sign 

I'm rich and still life is a bitch 

Losin' snitch like camey fake beggar 

Jim Baker I take you're life like the undertaker 

Flipmode money maker, make that kill for this paper 

It's on the poppin' 

People wanna know when the album droppin' 

Start talkin' keep walkin' 

Flatbush New York and we live for you 

Sling for you 

My squad struck oil 

Now we coppin', platinum things 

Diamond rings, nice cosy things 

And a party for free 

From the tunnel to envy 

Ramp's the rugged MC 

My squad keeps growin' 

Where you think you goin' 

Chief gunnin' to splash rain potters pooves 

Fuck is you start stand peach 

Chuff for choose, scoffer booves 

Now low muscles moves 

Smash crew like statue with jungle jewels 

Son gets school, wit the dummin' crew 

Pay double dues Cradle to the graves, hustle grooves 

Flesh tissue, death kiss, you no love for you, oh 

And me the most wanted fool 

Unfriendly in horrical, make power moves 

Snatch colors loose, a dollar rule 

Raw business shit in my hands, and shakes yours with it 

Till you cause fridget 

Local or long distance 

Gets master served and crash a burn 

Like James Evans when I'm blowin' 

Fuck is wrong wit cha 

Where you think you're goin'? 

Where you think you're goin'? 

Where you think you're goin'? 

Where you think you goin'? 

Where you think you goin'? 

Aiiyo, what you doin' nigga? 

Where you think you goin'? 

Where you think you goin'? 

Where you think you goin'? 

Aiiyo, what you movin' for? 

Where you think you goin'? 

Where you think you goin'? 

Where you think you goin'? 

Aiiyo, what you doin' nigga? 

Where you think you goin'?