feat. Flipmode Squad
[Rampage]
Mr. Walt, Evil Dee, Universal
Flipmode, check it out
Ha!
[Rampage]
My shit is sicker latte
Backing out on niggas up at Jimmy's Cafe
Puerto Rican mamis lookin' like Sole
Take 'em to the crib then I fuck 'em that day (true)
Kick them bitches out, you know my gun play (play)
I'm gansgta, livin' street life everyday (day)
Just like Scarface, I still punk the J's
I gotta get mine, that's the America way, now
[Baby Sham]
Jump out the whip, I'm not the type of nigga that trip
Somethin' sick from the nozzle, wanted large when it spit
Hittin' you up, lettin' you bleed in the seat of your truck
And flee the scene when the smoke clear, quiet as fuck
Startin' to lose it, for me that is realer than music
Hold ya plaque up to ya chest and blow right through it
Eight bars on some next shit, probably don't fit
But that don't mean for me to keep quiet and zip up my lips
[Hook - Busta Rhymes]
My real niggas wildin' up in the spot
I know y'all niggas want it
What up, what up
(Take that nigga!)
To all my bitches gettin' rowdy with us
I know my bitches want it
What up, what up
(Take that bitches! Take that!)
Weak niggas (Take that!)
Motherfuckers (Take that!)
All my bitches (Take that!)
Thug niggas (Take that!)
East coast (Take that!)
West coast (Take that!)
Dirty south (Take that!)
Well if you want it (Take that!)
[?]
Gangsta nigga
I lace cats, blooded and sober, fuck who you know of
You don't want it, I push 'em dougher
I told you once I'm grippin' the auto
I tap your jawbone, take your broad home, in a Volvo
