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Yeah, where you you goin. where you think you goin.
and gentlemen, it's the unit for the 9-8.
Flipmode baby. that's my word.
All you sucker mc's, try to hide this stuff. back here.
you think you goin, nigga. come back here.
Y'all niggaz ain't jack. shit !!!

Verse 1: baby
Aiiyo, the truth.
Too short to let it hurt. some dirt, and be the first slangin hertz.
of the hum of the birds.
Fall back I shine on my shine, two shows follow behind.
It's a up vehicle. switchin my lines.
Hotel asks a "could I share my dimes.
Picture that, you scared to draw toes.
me close.
Rollin with the dogs wearin clothes.
Left a fouled sin into my without permition.
I dissin, hopin you listen. pay attention.
Fatheresly. the shadow leads you to the hood.
You wanna switch up because some niggas you up.
Or is the fact that they you was rollin with us.
you all draged, like two trains crashin it up.

Verse 2: spliff
Aiiyo, starr drama.
him to sonna.
Type of nigga that would sell crack to mama.
Take the and give me a bind marijuana.
me bound, and some turn bull panic .
Back in the days. I'm off the drugs a sonna.
Nigga ! boy. kill emselves like no other.
Kid like blues brothers.
weather rock the ramma.
Lye in off the jerry d.a. and ya .
I represent niggas, carry heat niggas.
Wants to niggas. ain't nothing but these sweet niggas.
I tooken. gun but cha scar open.
If you fuck wit my squad nigga you think you goin.

Where you you goin.
you think you goin.
Aiiyo, you doin nigga.
Where you you goin.
Where you you goin.
Where you you goin.
Aiiyo, you movin for.
Where you you goin.
Where you you goin.
you think you goin
Aiiyo, what you nigga.
Where you you goin.

Verse 3: rhymes
You think you can run (ha)
You that you can hide (haa)
You best believe you comin. I think you better slide.
While you bitchin, another nigga missin.
snatch you up.! behold the cream. .
Cought in hells kitchen. my fingers itchin.
Nervous fucked up.
why my nerves twitchin.
Inslave your mentality. brain fried.
We after you, runnin sergeon for a ride.
Where you you goin son ?
We catch you soon.
We here to over this shit.
the tycoon.
Blossom and gloom. capture any nigga in a little dark room.
Ha ha ha ha ha.

4: rah digga
Uh oh. you lil league boy I know beats.
You bullshitely, you rock .
you to ball, when you know you're wack.
In a studio of a reverands track.
Boy ! rah busy, my shit be way slaver.
Curder rapper like the one slave labour.
One first be like the tap oil.
to my niggas. enemies are fucked around, and riders rappin for you.
Spot stays blowin. to the top.
you think you're goin.
Pocket stay throwin. smooth the lowin.
Rap flowin.
you think you're goin.

Verse 5:
I'm a man at work.
expert.
Look out you get hurt.
the dirt. line for line.
I be the mastermind.
That's be full time me shine.
I know the sign.
I'm rich, and life is a bitch.
Losin' snitch camey fake beggar.
Jim baker. I take you're like the undertaker.
Flipmode money-maker, make kill for this paper.
on the poppin.
People wanna know the album droppin.
talkin. keep walkin.
Flatbush new york and we for you.
for you.
My struck oil.
Now we coppin things.
rings. nice cosy things.
And a for free.
the tunnel to envy.
Ramp's the mc.
My ke! eps growin.
you think you goin.

Verse 6: lord mercy
Chief to.
rain potters pooves.
Fuck is you. stand peach.
for choose.
booves.
Now low moves.
Smash like statue with jungle jewels.
Son gets school, wit the crew.
Pay dues. cradle to the graves, hustle grooves.
Flesh tissue. death kiss you. no for you.
Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
And me the most fool.
in horrical, make power moves.
Snatch colors loose. a rule.
Raw shit in my hands, and shakes yours with it.
Till you fridget.
Local or distance.
Gets served.
And a burn
Like evans when I'm blowin.
is wrong wit cha.
Where you think goin.
Where you you're goin.
you think you're goin.

(*fades*)