Flipmode Squad - Straight Spittin’ lyrics

Straight Spittin' flipmode Squad
The Imperial

I'll bust all you cats in
The game for malpractice
I'm in Jersey, where I'm paying no taxes
I'll stick your girl, Agnus
Flipmode bring the madness
Platinum status, Rampage I'm the baddest
Check the credit
Yo you might as well dead it
I said it, fuck the edit, it's uncut
Nigga what, it's crunch time for me to shine
I'm a show you easily for me to take mines
Pass my nickel plated nine, call me Einstein
I buck a shot two times and
Stick you for your rhyme
Put you in a pine box
Yo' and your whole family's on detox
Hustling crack for Reeboks
Holy socks, cut you with my ox
Rampage got the city locked
And your function, to the Flat Bush junction
Causing rambunction
Watch me do you something

Baby Sham on some new shit, new and exclusive
5'3", caramel, tight grip on a four fifth
Leave em all stiff
Blow smoke from this foul drift
Nigga with the 6 story
Throw em off the cliff
As I speak the shit to put
My name on the list
The small thug with a slug put
A mark on his wrist a tattoo of pyramids
Putting hollows in clips
Peeped your gat, jammed tight
Ross your lookin to riff
QB's type shit, cause we running your clique
See me in the drop, with your six
Saying she snitched but never that, cuz-o
High beam through the windows
My lookouts move slow
They heard you never blast those
Got a safe in your crib, sham
You know the code
Search, spoke out, 3, 2, 1, that's zero
Took the c notes and flip mode
Left on the quietest note
Swallowed these then cleared your
Throat, bitch ass, you should have spoke

GIMMIE AN F, fuck the bullshit, fire my gun
Fly a nigga head
Fuck it for fun fuck where you from
GIMMIE AN L, layin on beaches
Killin all leeches
Love to break a liar face
Pick up the pieces, yo
GIMMIE AN I Intelligence
Eliminates all irrelavance
Icon of immaculate rhyme common sense
GIMMIE A P Powerful professional
Poppin my pistol make a pack of people
Paranoid like 20 pitbulls
GIMMIE AN M Master of all missions
Maker of decisions
Head on collisions, massacre the meat rack
Ask the women gIMMIE AN O Got niggas open
Open heart surgery
Rhyme so official, overthrow governments
Shit is nursery gIMMIE A D Diggin my dick
All inside your chick
Dominate the heavyweight division
Rhymin district
GIMMIE AN E everlasting slang
Eternal ebonics lyrical e mail
Stabalize livin in all my economics
SQUAD Group of men, women, unified force
Squadron
Movin like one in unison, beg your pardon

What they call me, a hundred on a Harley
Out of nowhere and keep
You resurfacing like Brawley
Marley! I'm the bitch with the histo
Woody Woodpecker or LL at the Bristol
Official stand, hold it down in Trent
Then link up at the tunnel with
The rest of my camp
Paper like Meade, I'm in the mix like Speed
And be screaming on the mic
'til my tonsils bleed
Yeah that's the way it is like
When a kid get christened
Like comin to the bricks to
Find your whip missing
Rocking uptown, on down to west Howston
Houston, peace to my bitches that's boosting
After juicing
I'm a straight black ball a rapper
Tap a nigga's nerves like them hackers
Be going on the modem
I get the call from the dispatcher
Then show them motherf'ers what I'm after

Yo I back slap a wack mc for trying to be
Something he not, pull his card
Blow up his spot
Nigga talking bout murder but
Ain't committing one
Niggas talking bout gats but
Ain't busting one yo, I see you in the club
Portraying like you a thug
Yea, your man got a gat
But he ain't busting no slug
You's a local black spokesman
I split your front open vicious knife wound
Fucked up like Ron Goldman spliff, I spit
Fully equipped for any bullshit
Grew up with the bad and ugly
Quick to pull shit
Ignorant, vulgar, on your tape recorder
Idol to your son and probably
Lover to your daughter
Fatman son, wilted grandson
Nephew, Frank the cousin
Uh huh, one more time, uh huh, Spliff
Come on bust my gun, like Colombians
Make niggas collapse like fucked up lungs

Better obey the law of the land or lay
Still like soldiers of fortune in Nam
Closed coffin with flags folded in half
Triangular shape
Blow out the candles with grace
For fabulous tastes
Some will battle for space
Pay the ultimate price, poltergeist
Put the holy ghost in your life
Bring you closer to Christ
Focus your dice, when the vulture's in flight
Resculpture the mic
Then smash heads like the opium bite
Prophet in vein
Metropolis claim body and soul
ID's controlled in the optical frame
Never stopping the game
Remove your squad with steady plans
I body slam punks like Superstar Billy Gramm

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