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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 squad baby. my word.
All you sucker mc's, try to this stuff. come back here.
Where you think you goin, nigga. back here.
Y'all niggaz ain't seein jack. !!!

1: baby sham
Aiiyo, the truth.
Too short to let it hurt. talk 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 a nigga: "could I share my dimes.
Picture that, when you scared to toes.
me close.
Rollin with the wearin yesterdays clothes.
Left a sin into my squad without permition.
I dissin, hopin you listen. pay attention.
Fatheresly. the shadow you back to the hood.
You switch up because some niggas stalked you up.
Or is the fact that thought you was rollin with us.
Left you all draged, like two crashin it up.

2: spliff starr
Aiiyo, starr drama.
him to sonna.
Type of nigga that would crack to your mama.
the cash and give me a bind marijuana.
Check me bound, and some turn panic .
Back in the days. I'm off the like a sonna.
Nigga pushin ! boy. kill emselves no other.
Kid like blues brothers.
Cold weather 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 stay tooken. gun but cha open.
If you fuck wit my squad nigga you think you goin.

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

Verse 3: busta
You think you can run (ha)
You think you can hide (haa)
You best believe you still comin. I think you slide.
While you stay bitchin, nigga missin.
snatch you up.! behold the cream. .
Cought in hells kitchen. my fingers itchin.
system's fucked up.
That's why my twitchin.
your mentality. nigga brain fried.
We after you, runnin sergeon for a ride.
Where you think you son ?
We gon' you soon.
We here to over this shit.
the tycoon.
Blossom and gloom. capture any sober in a little dark room.
Ha ha ha ha ha.

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

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

Verse 6: have mercy
Chief to.
rain potters pooves.
Fuck is you. start peach.
for choose.
booves.
Now low moves.
Smash like statue with jungle jewels.
Son school, wit the dummin crew.
Pay dues. cradle to the graves, hustle grooves.
Flesh tissue. death you. no love for you.
Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
And me the wanted fool.
Unfriendly in horrical, power moves.
Snatch loose. a dollar rule.
Raw business in my hands, and shakes yours with it.
Till you fridget.
Local or distance.
Gets served.
And crash a
Like james when I'm blowin.
Fuck is wit cha.
Where you you're goin.
Where you think goin.
Where you think goin.

(*fades*)