Flipmode Squad - Last Night lyrics

Comin in the dance last night (uh hum)
Busta boy fear last night (uh oh)
Me couldn't find me nine (um hum)
So me go, pull out me knife (so me say)
Comin in the dance last night (uh hum)
Busta boy fear last night (uh oh)
Me couldn't find me nine (um hum)
So me go, pull out me knife (so me say)

A lot of brothers don't like me
Screw me when the site me pop a lot of shit
But they scared to death to fight me
See me on the stage wit Bust on some rap shit
They see me in the club wit
Bust on some lap shit befrore this rap shit
It was the corner crack shit
But now i'm on the world
On some autograph shit
Spliff-a-Spliff drop the 4 5th
Round the waiste
So if you want war, let me deal with the case
Ain't nothin to it
Brother i got the heart to do it
Blast in, cover the sidewalk wit ya fluid
Ya niggas stupid, ya got brains
Brother use it
Ain't nithin gonna stop my black ass
From gettin cash
On the real, that's how deeply i feel
A born again hooligan, hungry for this meal
Got the iced- out platinum rings
That you wanna steal
Come get it, watch ya whole shit get wetted
Street colonel cat, got enough cats to set it
So if you ain't doin shit
Ya niggas need to dead it
Watchin my money, it cost bullets in ya tummy
It's all ral here, there ain't no fear here
You mess around here, you catch ya death here
I mean it, you could front
But you believe it
Nigga guard your life before i
Turn around and steal it
Look into my eyes and analyze
What you deal wit if I can't find you
I take it out on who you be wit
Type of bitch nigga i would
Never smoke a tree wit

Comin in the dance last night (uh hum)
Busta boy fear last night (uh oh)
Me couldn't find me nine (um hum)
So me go, pull out me knife (so me say)
Comin in the dance last night (uh hum)
Busta boy fear last night (uh oh)
Me couldn't find me nine (um hum)
So me go, pull out me knife (so me say)

Nowadays we blow like smoke out the exhaust
Contamenatin smoke still makin me cough
I mean we bout to turn this wak shit off
Wak niggas is sick wit the
Flu sippin chicken broth
Now here's another winnin ripoff
Gettin money, eatin fine cuisine
Like buttered shrimp and rice pilaf
Stay heavily armed, Alakun Salom
Watch you bitch ass suffer til you
Got to beg for ya moms
Now turn the truck on, get ya fuck on
Got you stuck on
Stupid right between yo legs, get yo suck on
Drink bottles, treat niggas like Gus D'Amoto
Eat avacado
Soon to go purchase a white Diablo
Niggas know my motto, lets get money
Macho Camacho applaud another rapper
Lets go collect the nacho
Oh shit, hope you don't slip
Another murder commit
The episode comin on Teen Summit
Little corny nigga talk too quick
Think he slick
Throwin a brick, yappin off, lyin on his dick
Too late, you'll be the type o' nigga
That I love to hate
Brutally bust ya shit like
A nigga turned primate
Time of the year, feel great, clean slate
Throw a nickle plate
Property shoppin to but a landscape
How they say street niggas 'ill never have
Now we possess the 5S wit the cherry red Nav
Doin things like signin graffiti on autograph
Gettin so much money staff calculate the math
Laugh you know the half, eyin in the stash
Mediatin watch the wind blow the blunt ash
You had a blast, now how long you gonna last
Ice grillin for nothing, you make yoself ass
Brace yoself one more time
Know what i mean dun
Violate cross the foul line
It be yo last one

Comin in the dance last night (uh hum)
Busta boy fear last night (uh oh)
Me couldn't find me nine (um hum)
So me go, pull out me knife (so me say)