Turn it up (ha ha ha)
Flimode (ha ha ha)
Busta Rhymes (ha ha ha)

Another banging ^!$$%s (ha ha ha)
Another banging ^!$$%s (ha ha ha)
Another banging ^!$$%s (ha ha ha)

Another banging ^!$$%s (ha ha ha)

[Chorus:]


All night
To my east ^!$$%s West Coast and dirty south,

we make ya wave your hands up high
Light L's and drink some liquor it make ya wild out
All night

To my ^!$$%s and my (*##$es get money
If ya running with me
Wave your hands up high

A yo I can't see y'all
You know we hang out in the streets y'all
All night


Yes yes y'all
I be the god up in the flesh y'all

Bless y'all
With nothing but the best y'all
Finesse %#@! and leave the spot up in a mess y'all

(*##$es, you know the street %#@! caress y'all
Sex y'all
And put a bounce up in your breast y'all

Yes y'all we about to taste the success y'all
And quiz ^!$$%s like a $#&@ing drug test y'all
And check y'all

And let the livest ^!$$%s step in
I keep the burner, what you think I'm turning mine in?
What the $#&@,

Now all my live mother$#&@ers boggart or bring it straight to the front
And let me give y'all ^!$$%s just what you want
More fire for ya fresh off the press

%#@! blazing to death
(*##$es lust talking under they breath
Hope you ^!$$%s know to put on your vest

Or get a hole in your chest
Who in this mother$#&@er
Take you a guess


[Chorus]


Yeah-Yeah All my ^!$$%s
Yeah-yeah all my (*##$es
Yeah-yeah all my thugs

Yeah-yeah all my soldiers
Yeah-yeah all my honeys
Yeah-yeah all my playas

Yeah-yeah all my live ^!$$%s c'mon
Yeah-yeah
The grand finale y'all

Put it down and always repping for my family y'all
What, lets form a nation wide rally y'all
Of gutter ^!$$%s that will piss up in the alley y'all

$#&@ it, now I know you know my rep ^!$$%
And how it's hard to figure out my next step ^!$$%
So step ^!$$%, ^!$$% sit your $$# down

The way I mash down
Will only leave a legacy for me to pass down
Don't speak unless you're spoken to

Get broke in two
Flipmode we be the chosen few
Yeah ^!$$% entrap y'all

I know some ^!$$%s that'll clap y'all
And strap y'all
Up to a post and back slap y'all

Put y'all in a mailbox and leave open the flap y'all
That's the hap's that make ^!$$%s take forever naps y'all
Strap y'all all up inside of your seatbelts

The beats felt like a fire watch the heat melt
Your patent leather stack cheddar ^!$$%
Now or never
Better, whatever ^!$$% feel this hot Beretta
Cause when we come you know we hit you with that %#@! for the head

With nough %#@! just like the Lox and the dread
Me and my ^!$$%s we be breaking this bread
With all the blood that we bled
See we was broke, now we flossing instead
The %#@! I drop will never leave you mislead

Might leave you tired of bed
%#@! ain't over till' the party is dead

[Chorus: x2]


Yeah all my live (*##$es let me see you just
Wave your hands up high
And all my ^!$$%s running around getting #~!!@
All night