[Busta Flip Mode, Funk Volume 3!
It's battle of the stars, spittin' bars Foreign cars, never to Mars I'm the wizard of Oz, down to the yellow road Flip Mode! Yo, we got this shit 98 an' the gold I'm a dissector, 15 on the Yo they owe me publishin' at Don't let the Ramp wretch ya, catch ya My squad the pressure, new trend setter me get this cheddar, my life is gettin' better, WHA!
[Baby Let me find out niggaz shit from the mouth some two macs that's spittin' from the holsters You feel this 'cause you chose I wigs like the ocean, respect Moses More clips to spit, Mode runnin' this shit So to this, rollie on wrist My platinum shit half sin See me in the club by the bulgin' in Rockin' the lin, my waves tight, dark skin Baby Sham spittin' all in the mix on blends Unhh...uhhh...
[Busta] ya'll niggaz wanna do right now? [Flip Mode] We wanna do it again, we do it again [Busta] I..say...what my Flip unit wanna do now? [Flip Mode] We wanna do it again, again and again I...say...do that shit [Flip Mode] I say do that [Busta] that real live shit [Flip Mode] Uh do real live shit! [Busta] You know we comin' shit [Flip Mode] You know we comin' thru [Busta] Ay-yo we to rule shit! [Flip Ay-yo we here to rule shit!
Digga] What?! You like the hooptie that ain't test driven I say fresh spittin', stricken and cess ridden, WHAT? 'mira' mack the steez Then I cut a bitch clean like I was Queens on the track watch the sales quadruple Flex I'm feelin' it, red like my poo-poo! Some shit Fendi type galoshes On some Rah-shit wit' real where the Taj is Fuckin' with the on the pre-product Had this other click but they reefer sucked Well, time to blaze watch how I 'cause I be mad like Max and like Ming
[Spliff Interception, throw the microphone in my Let me step to these pussies raw dog wit' no Strokin' dem they bleed and they can't breathe Run up in click with ten terrorizing theives Ya'll is twat, my squad form like SWAT Spliff Star comin' ya like it or not High off pot, make it hot like a plot Refuse to lose, we keeps the flock, I'm my props, WHAT!
[Lord Have Ay-yo fuck dem and they love on this Earth Keep 'em runnin' from birth the jet black bubble cris Hurst And run a stick turf wit' his purse Hustlin' curse pastors who got guns in the church in the church...hmmm...rum in the church Dark, kissin' a worm they jugular burst Speak last rites then kick the dust on them Kemosabe! Your arms too short to box me (For-geddit) shots wit' me (for-geddit) now cry later, I kill beef like mad cow My blaze up for nine acres...
[Busta ...get lucci, sport Gucci and papers Tell me what's nigga got yo face bent up Beats your head up even got yo mind messed up Step up, I love when bitches get fly and up (HA! What!) You believe I (HA!) tear the rest up When you finish clean the up, press up acid burn yo chest up Who's the next up to be the to get the boxcutter X-er Throwin' me off, you be in labor, TURN Funkmaster Flex-uh!
[Funkmaster Flex] ...yeah, aaight? Busta Rhymes, Flip Squad! 60 minutes! Flavor... Big shout to for understandin' how the flex...Yeah...what the deal.