Busta Rhymes, Flipmode Squad - Here We Go Again lyrics

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 catalog 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 cheese

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 sauce
A couple shells to dry you out
To a pale horse smashing your image
Take it back to when crack was invented
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 tap that chin
Like Charles Did 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 nake 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 John

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 2000
Fuckers the Rulership LP
Flipmode Squad unstoppable
Cut the shit off cut it off