Feel Me

Yeah (uh) The Rulership (word) Anarchy niggas (yeah yeah) Spliff Starr (Spliff Starr) Bus-a-bus (Bus-a-bus) Roc Marci (Roc Marci) Rah Digga (Rah Digga) Baby Sham (Baby Sham) Rampage (Rampage) Yeah Another Voyage nigga (another one) One, two, three, c'mon Here we go again Y'all niggas know we have to give it to you Here we go again Now feel this banger while it's running through you Here we go again We come to hit y'all with that nigga music Here we go again More shit for y'all gon hear the drug abuse it Here we go again Now watch the way we always blow the spot Here we go again We fuck shit up and take the shit you got Here we go again Flipmode you know we always bring it (What) Bring it (What) Bring it (What) Bring it (What) Bring it I'm a real wise guy, you can't fuck with me You could catch a quick bullet like Brandon Lee Carry my squad on my back like a MPV I got a sick paddle log that's banned from TV Charge your whole squad a hundred CC Straight from the streets, learn from OG's Rocks ain't nothing my jewels is deep freeze Blood, sweat, and tears, gotta stack the G's They don't Wanna see me twenty pounds heavier On the cellular They wanna see me shot And bellied up I tell you what When I'm switching my whips I bury one Walk around in the streets With heavy guns Bust it Marinate in your self-source A couple shells to dry you out To a pale horse Smashing your image Take it back Then we crack with a villian Scratching my d-dick Plus be the rapper to liquid Spliff Starr Rampage Rah Digga Roc Marci Baby Sham Busta Rhymes DJ Scratchator Flipmode Squad Mutha fucker What y'all niggas want Yeah you know we always gonna give it to you Hardcore I double drop kick niggas Run around evict niggas Give it to you full blown Like HIV sick niggas Act like you know B I watch you die slowly Tapped action Like Charles Dick to Kobe Was a blood spilling Smack a faggot from the village Steam boil cabbage And hurt your momma feelings Run you off the court Defeat you at your sport Spit, pop, and twist niggas Like Moet corks What now Hardcore sounds We snatch crowns Too much mouth You lay down We clear crowds Send a large threat What you expect For me to get rich nigga And blow off my set Never that I'ma rep Flipmode 'Til the sky's black Turn to macks And hear how we murdered this track Do you feel me dogs Six blocks Ninety-six buildings Brick walls Still push rock Cause I'm the source Now make noise one time for the tight little swinger Posing in flicks sticking up my middle finger Everybody trying to get they little shine these days Make a bitch cold flip back to my grimy ways Ball in my court, those who lack sport Tear they ass to the roof without the black thought Coming on the scene thinking you the Don Juan Type crimes have you pissing all in your Sean Don Here we go now Now what the fuck y'all niggas want And how we blow And give you all exactly what you want See Flipmode is the squad Whatever niggas wanna try We smash you in your face And make it black around your eye We 'bout to wreck it, no doubt I'm 'bout to hit y'all with some shit that make you Bug the fuck out And make y'all niggas get real arrogant and Thug the fuck out And every time we in the spot We always smash shit and make y'all niggas Bust a slug out Here we go again Y'all niggas know we have to give it to you Here we go again Now feel this banger while it's running through you Here we go again We come to hit y'all with that nigga music Here we go again More shit for y'all gon hear the drug abuse it Here we go again Now watch the way we always blow the spot Here we go again We fuck shit up and take the shit you got Here we go again Flipmode you know we always bring it (what) Bring it (what) Bring it (what) Bring it (what) Bring it Ha Flipmode New album Labor Day two thousand Fuckers The Rulership LP Flipmode Squad Unstoppable Cut the shit off Cut it off