[Busta Rhymes]
Flipmode Squad, let's keep it hip-hop
Rah Digga, Rampage


[Rampage]
Yo Bust' (yeah)

Let's smack these ^!$$%z all in they mother$#&@in face

[Verse One: Busta Rhymes]

This be the %#@! to go for broke on
'Til we own ships that carry big freight and ^!$$%z harbor !@%!e on
Now let me get my $#&@in smoke on

I'll have your mother recitin my %#@! like she singin the $#&@in boat song
Now watch the story unfold ^!$$%
Bullets smackin your face and your chest just like a $#&@in drumroll ^!$$%

You ain't know me and my crew, we lockin it up
And rubberband stackin dough in Timberland shoebox ^!$$%, and stockin it up
Too many of my ^!$$%z at the door of the club

That be always gun @@#!in it up
We put together ^!$$%z like the dick to these (*##$es
Givin it to 'em in the worst way for actin too {?} bridges

Crackin it down, backin it down
How we give it to ^!$$%z, you know we only smackin it down
Before I bring it to a closure ^!$$%

You think we finished cause my lil' 16 bars is over ^!$$%?

[Chorus]

Aiyyo, aiyyo, get down y'all
Busta Rhymes, Flipmode y'all
Aiyyo, aiyyo, get down y'all

Get down, get-gi-get down y'all
Aiyyo, aiyyo, get down y'all
"We smashin all y'all" - "Flip-Flipmode represent"

Aiyyo, aiyyo - Flipmode "mother$#&@ers"
Swear to only bring you hot %#@!, everyday


[Verse Two: Rah Digga]
Keep the five for ya, the ruggedest chick
Spread %#@! like Tom Sawyer, (*##$ Will Smith

Be I the Fresh Princess, rulin %#@! run things
Your efforts is senseless, Hariett Thus
Ridin rare breed, $#&@ buyin a jar

I smoke the engineer weed mother$#&@er
(*##$ got stuck in Wells Fargo, Brick City hooligan
Squattin at the car show - couldn't be a girly girl

If I tried; crazy slave to the live
But I'm still fly, love four by fours
Cause they ride like a toy, steady jumpin the curb

Pedestrians like "oh boy" I can sing, rap DJ
Work the instant replay
"Even though I'm slurrin my voice" like I was Freeway

Get it right cuz-o, I keep the rhymes runnin
Kind of terror FBI don't even see comin, mother$#&@ers


[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Rampage]

Ashes is ashes and dust to dust
Y'all see the low Ro', y'all ain't $#&@in with us
Rampage ^!$$%, I'm a sick man

Chop you in your face, cut off both of your hands
Wrap your body up, put it in a sedan
Drop yo' $$# in a river, this is how I deliver

Got the maggots just eatin your liver, untold mystery
Your name is Swany River, you not a legend
Youse one dead ^!$$%, six feet under

Never comin back, one year later
This is real facts (yeah) tell the feds
Just to back up off me

Keep eatin donuts and drinkin that coffee
They say they know my M.O. from Philly to Milwaukee
Got my house tapped with the walkie talkies, %#@!

I'm just a victim in this case
My lawyer's good, so get the !#@* out my face


[Chorus]