Flipmode Enemy #1 Lyrics - Singles - Rampage

Yo remember we was goin down to the mall 

To get the juniors with some cheesecake 

And these crums was in the front 

You know what I was sayin 

Yo blast what you was kickin to me, on the way to that piece 

You know? 

I'm about to see a mill, you damn right it's real 

I keep it real, from the school of the hard knocks 

The brown skinned brother with dreadlocks 

That's that's stickin up barber shops and jewelry shops, fuck it 

Somebody gotta get dropped, that's my word on hip hop 

Rampage is here to stay, I won't stop 

The feds tried to get me, and were too thru the cops 

I'm on the streets, gotta pass heat everyday 

Before I leave my rest, yo I got to pray 

My nine spray, get me caught up like boom jakes 

I'm in the Bronco with my man Paco, from Puerto Rocko 

It's all about the indo 

Now I'm in the stereo, what's the scenario 

I co rock the house and bo rump the show 

Alot of MC's wanna go toe with toe 

You got me 6 triggered, H20, I'm been flatbushed 

With my steel on the low 

Maintain in the game like a superhero 

Yo, I'm still on the run, my uzi weighs a ton 

Because I'm Flipmode Enemy #1 

One, one, one 

One, one, one 

One, one, one 

My rhymes is red hot, 2010 degrees 

Anti Freeze, get these trees count the cheese 

Take off them stone wild sleaves, let me breath 

I'm boom bakin over seas, I'm comin thru 

Like the Killa Bees 

High Tech like Japanese 

Lyrical lieutenant, Live every minute 

I'm bout to shut 'em down boy 

Don't forget it 

You actin like you still with it 

You way ya straight, if you did in the '98 

After take two shots to the head for the waste 

Six ways to split the cake, Rampage is on the tape 

On the I.R.S., now put it around my chest 

It's my rebel without a cause, I'm takin yours 

In the river like George, just because 

Sat it with salad bars and cole slaws, on ya lips 

I'm a pilot, I steal ships that flips 

Wit the Mo, F ya barcode 

And my trunk load to unfold, I'm out to get the gold 

My mission is past the globe, get ready 

Rock steady, 98 to outbreak 

Is it ya life that I take, is it money that I make 

I cut you like beef steak 

I'm still on the run, my uzi ways a ton 

Because I'm Flipmode Enemy #1 

One, one, one 

One, one, one 

One, one, one 

Serious 

Yeah boys, straight to dome 

Knock knock nobody's home 

Rampage the Last Boy Scout, straight to ya head 

Yo, that's when I said, if Freddy ain't dead 

Haha, That's just the way the story goes 

That's just the way the story goes 

Once again 

Flipmode's the squad 

Thats word to God 

But every nigga ain't even, it's odd 

You know you know 

Rampage the last nigga 

O you just cant make it 

Yo we got Busta Rhymes, Lord Have Mercy, Spliff By Spliff 

You know, and me Serious, ah 

What? ah, man, yo yo yo 

We losin them Ramp, we losin them 

I can't see them, we losin them