Freestyle - Busta Rhymes & Flipmode Squad Lyrics - Funkmaster Flex

[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 'cause 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 

'cause 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.