[Busta Mode, Funk Flex Volume 3!
It's battle of the stars, spittin' bars Foreign cars, been to Mars I'm the wizard of Oz, to the yellow brick road Flip Mode! Yo, we got this shit 98 an' the gold I'm a dissector, 15 on the Yo owe me publishin' at Elektra Don't let the Ramp wretch ya, I'm-a ya My bring the pressure, new trend setter Watch me get this cheddar, my is gettin' better, WHA!
[Baby Let me out niggaz poppin' shit from the mouth some two macs that's spittin' from the holsters You feel this 'cause you this I split wigs the ocean, respect Moses clips to spit, Flip 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 spin tight, dark skin Baby Sham all in the mix on foul blends Unhh...uhhh...
[Busta] What niggaz wanna do right now? [Flip Mode] We do it again, we wanna do it again [Busta] I..say...what my Mode unit wanna do now? [Flip Mode] We wanna do it again, again and again [Busta] I...say...do that Mode] I say do that shit [Busta] Uh-do that real shit Mode] Uh do that real live shit! [Busta] You we comin' through shit [Flip Mode] You know we comin' shit [Busta] Ay-yo we here to shit! [Flip Mode] Ay-yo we to rule shit!
Digga] What?! You the hooptie that ain't been test driven I say fresh spittin', stricken and cess ridden, WHAT? Watch mack the steez Then I cut a bitch clean I was Latin Queens Digga on the watch the sales quadruple Flex like I'm feelin' it, red my poo-poo! Some shit with Fendi galoshes On some Rah-shit real estate where the Taj is with the Outz on the pre-product Had other click once but they reefer sucked Well, to blaze watch how I swing 'cause I be mad Max and merciless like Ming
[Spliff Interception, throw the microphone in my Let me step to these pussies raw dog no protection 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' through ya it or not High off pot, make it hot a coke plot Refuse to lose, we keeps the flock, I'm my props, WHAT!
[Lord Have Ay-yo fuck dem and everything love on this Earth Keep 'em runnin' birth til' the jet black bubble cris Hurst And run a stick turf double his purse Hustlin' curse like who got guns in the church Ones in the church...hmmm...rum in the Dark, a worm til' they jugular burst Speak last rites then kick the dust on first Kemosabe! Your too short to box with me (For-geddit) Call shots me (for-geddit) Laugh now cry later, I kill like mad cow My rhyme up for nine acres...
[Busta ...get lucci, sport Gucci and papers me what's wrong nigga got yo face bent up Beats fuck your head up got yo mind messed up Step up, I when bitches get fly and dress up (HA! What!) You best I (HA!) tear the rest up you finish clean the mess up, press up Metaphor burn yo chest up Who's the next up to be the to get the boxcutter X-er Throwin' me off, you still be in labor, Funkmaster Flex-uh!
[Funkmaster Flex] ...yeah, aaight? Rhymes, Flip Mode Squad! 60 minutes! Flavor... Big shout to Monica for how the flex...Yeah...what the deal.