Busta Rhymes, Flipmode Squad - Against All Odds lyrics
[Busta Rhymes, Flipmode Squad - Against All Odds lyrics]
Uh huh, uh huh!
Ayo, pause your pencils as hollow
Tips get in you
Bots cutting to slice your face
You rhymes is natural (yeah)
Hold two lives and four wives
Up in the crack capsule
Flipmode, cruddy styles has been past you
Rush pass (Uh) , you couldn't touch cash
If it was under your nose
Like a mustache, nigga, you what ass
Show your whole cheek
(yeah) , slugs with no heat (Uh)
Diamonds that don't break
(yeah) , you thugs is so sweet
I float so much (Uh) I get seasick (Uh)
Flipmode is the Squad who I bees with
(Uh) , Who I get plucks with
And push German V's with (Uh)
Rampage (yeah) , I'm psychic, I can see shit
'Til the next millennium you not gon be shit
(Uh, yeah) scratch your name off the list
(Uh) , cut your wrist (Uh)
You know the issue (Uh) , I'm official
When you die none of your niggas
Is really gon' miss you (Miss you, miss you)
Flipmode Squad! Here to drop bombs
Against all odds! Still remain gods
Grip your arm! We always come hard
The world is ours! Call a National Guard
Here we go, any bitch that rhyme wanna flex
She ass (yeah)
I'm stomping all things like I'm plexi-glass
(yeah)
Niggas make way like when they hear sirens
(Uh) treat you like parking too
Close to fire hydrants (C'mon)
All up in the board
Kicking back long islands
Get your wig split, first solid defiance (Uh)
Rah, Earth and sun in this Imperial alliance
(yeah) you do the science (Yo)
I'm getting money shitting
Turn intruders into vixens (What?)
Fall off beeper, uh uh, niggas stay getting
(yeah) dutty nigga for life
That's how Spliff's living (Uh)
Throwing niggas in caskets tired
Of a yellow ribbons
I buck my duck if you touch my one
Rather Jamaican than belly boy make
You people for fun
Fat Man's Son, street educated
The colonel of ghetto jurors
Still thug related, haa!
Flipmode Squad! Here to drop bombs
Against all odds! Still remain gods
Grip your arm! We always come hard
The world is ours! Call a National Guard
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
We enemies of three strike felony laws
Gorilla dicking K-Y jelly for whores
Lapdances, trap grands without laws
My baby moms
Three eighty for your arms that
Bust with loud force (Rawrrrrr)
The ghetto with us
That bang Makaveli in trucks
That whatever the fuck to give
A cheddar in chunks
Fugazi chains, fake thugs with lazy aid
Track marks, rap stars and a raid of aids
Yo, what you want from us
Now visualize more of us
Stay toting under my given
Flavor from Nauticas (Haa)
Destroy every arch-rival or any challenger
(Haa) make you remember this day, nigga
Mark it on your calendar (Haa)
I'm showing you something
You ain't saying nothing (Haa)
My niggas make noise like a
Bunch of volcanoes erupting (Haa)
None of y'all niggas really wanna war
The type of nigga to crash my plane in
Your building in the name of Allah
Flipmode Squad! Here to drop bombs
Against all odds! Still remain gods
Grip your arm! We always come hard
The world is ours! Call a National Guard
Ayo, pause your pencils as hollow
Tips get in you
Bots cutting to slice your face
You rhymes is natural (yeah)
Hold two lives and four wives
Up in the crack capsule
Flipmode, cruddy styles has been past you
Rush pass (Uh) , you couldn't touch cash
If it was under your nose
Like a mustache, nigga, you what ass
Show your whole cheek
(yeah) , slugs with no heat (Uh)
Diamonds that don't break
(yeah) , you thugs is so sweet
I float so much (Uh) I get seasick (Uh)
Flipmode is the Squad who I bees with
(Uh) , Who I get plucks with
And push German V's with (Uh)
Rampage (yeah) , I'm psychic, I can see shit
'Til the next millennium you not gon be shit
(Uh, yeah) scratch your name off the list
(Uh) , cut your wrist (Uh)
You know the issue (Uh) , I'm official
When you die none of your niggas
Is really gon' miss you (Miss you, miss you)
Flipmode Squad! Here to drop bombs
Against all odds! Still remain gods
Grip your arm! We always come hard
The world is ours! Call a National Guard
Here we go, any bitch that rhyme wanna flex
She ass (yeah)
I'm stomping all things like I'm plexi-glass
(yeah)
Niggas make way like when they hear sirens
(Uh) treat you like parking too
Close to fire hydrants (C'mon)
All up in the board
Kicking back long islands
Get your wig split, first solid defiance (Uh)
Rah, Earth and sun in this Imperial alliance
(yeah) you do the science (Yo)
I'm getting money shitting
Turn intruders into vixens (What?)
Fall off beeper, uh uh, niggas stay getting
(yeah) dutty nigga for life
That's how Spliff's living (Uh)
Throwing niggas in caskets tired
Of a yellow ribbons
I buck my duck if you touch my one
Rather Jamaican than belly boy make
You people for fun
Fat Man's Son, street educated
The colonel of ghetto jurors
Still thug related, haa!
Flipmode Squad! Here to drop bombs
Against all odds! Still remain gods
Grip your arm! We always come hard
The world is ours! Call a National Guard
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
We enemies of three strike felony laws
Gorilla dicking K-Y jelly for whores
Lapdances, trap grands without laws
My baby moms
Three eighty for your arms that
Bust with loud force (Rawrrrrr)
The ghetto with us
That bang Makaveli in trucks
That whatever the fuck to give
A cheddar in chunks
Fugazi chains, fake thugs with lazy aid
Track marks, rap stars and a raid of aids
Yo, what you want from us
Now visualize more of us
Stay toting under my given
Flavor from Nauticas (Haa)
Destroy every arch-rival or any challenger
(Haa) make you remember this day, nigga
Mark it on your calendar (Haa)
I'm showing you something
You ain't saying nothing (Haa)
My niggas make noise like a
Bunch of volcanoes erupting (Haa)
None of y'all niggas really wanna war
The type of nigga to crash my plane in
Your building in the name of Allah
Flipmode Squad! Here to drop bombs
Against all odds! Still remain gods
Grip your arm! We always come hard
The world is ours! Call a National Guard