Flipmode Squad - To My People lyrics
[Flipmode Squad - To My People lyrics]
Ya don't stop to my people in the front
Ya don't stop to my people in the rear
Say what throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop to my people on the left
Ya don't stop to my people on the right
Ya don't stop to my people everywhere
Say what throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop to my people in New York
Ya don't stop to my people down south
Ya don't stop to my people out west
Say what throw your hands in the air
To my hip hop niggas ya don't stop
To my niggas in the street ya don't stop
To my niggas gettin money say what
Throw your hands in the air ya don't stop
Uh, straight off the bat
My squad is known across the map
When y'all niggas show love then
We show you love back
Y'all niggas want beef Fuck it
Take it to the streets
Y'all niggas gon chill Then we
Sit down and we build
My squad finally here Unit of the year
We settin up shop and we ain't going nowhere
We want it all Even if we gotta brawl for it
We want it all Even if you gotta fall for it
We stage wreckers Fifty-two car deckers
Reppin to the world till the
Law come and get us
You jealous fellas I'm puttin
Holes in vendettas
Twist your body With two shells
From a shottie POW!
Niggas wanna get me touched
(Naw they can't touch you)
Shinin and flossin too much
(Naw they can't cross you)
Light on my toes Left him ten feet
Part from his heat Play it softly
The truth speaks through this poetry
For me to call shot Cock block my life
Add a little spice Devil eyes
Snake rise on dice have your fam call christ
Flipmode battle for mics
All my shit be high priced I'm slashing dikes
Feel me Liftin thugs out
They crease it's quickly
Shift two keys in two weeks
And gross forty g's
Report me And live shortly Slouch
Cat livin off calibil breeze
You wanna get involved Better grip on tight
Take the next flight We got it
Locked on the next bike
Check it out I got the eye of a tiger
That's plan to go higher My squad is on fire
And till death do us If
The label wanna sue us
Yo I'm taking the reels I'm the man with
The gat that be ready to peel
I'm the one next to Spliff
When it's time to ill
I'ma show by astro red cross and blue shields
Watch us make a move Catch
Us on smokin groove
Rules house of blues MTV News
On the bus with my Flipmode loco
(loco) Takin flicks
Hittin chicks by the dozen
(dozen) Keep a shot runnin
Now I'm on a journey It take you
Twenty light years to burn me (burn me)
If you want beef call my attorney
All that other wack shit don't concern me
I'm being felt I got a title under my belt
I'm out to get the wealth I'm
Bout my squad and myself
Ya don't stop to my people in the front
Ya don't stop to my people in the rear
Say what throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop to my people on the left
Ya don't stop to my people on the right
Ya don't stop to my people everywhere
Say what throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop to my people in New York
Ya don't stop to my people down south
Ya don't stop to my people out west
Say what throw your hands in the air
To my hip hop niggas ya don't stop
To my niggas in the street ya don't stop
To my niggas gettin money say what
Throw your hands in the air ya don't stop
Uhh Comin correct for all
My Flipmode brothers
Stats ratin higher then that
Of single mothers
Peace to my Outz clique Bitches
That I bounce with
Everybody else get the gas like Auschwitz
Like, flows for real like a rap bitch should
Type takin niggas out like
They packaged goods
Rappers wanna contest They buggin
Straight up and down we run
The underground like H tubman
What, I'm the bomb bitch Nigga
RAH D-IG got Rah
God be my Witness Long as I walk this globe
I be spittin more verses than the Book of Job
Why are you ignoring us
Running into hiding and avoiding us
Niggas on the low be recording us
My rhyme flow remain poisonous
Thus Yo your shit sound
Wack still annoying us
We alive nigga ain't no destroying us
You better off if you come join with us
Perpendicular Or analyzing my whole molecular
In particular Roll with my
Squad or go singular
I ain't into bitches who
Fuck animals like caligula
More hot shit so get your water sprinkler
Fire extinguisher Rhyme prime minister
C'MON! Never mistake me for nobody else
Another blast make you shit on yourself
I hope all y'all know that
I always master the art
Rip you apart Put your hand on my heart
Flipmode number one on the charts
Solo or collective My
Perspective the objective
Is to win All praises due to
My squad one in the same
Cherish every blessing I have to
Make y'all witness my name
Burn another calorie Come inside my galaxy
Put your money where your mouth
Is double your salary
Hey dude you know we stay
Rude high on a aquelude
Bust your shit bouncin in a Honda Prelude
Let's G off Nigga ease off
I make you breeze off
Brickfull make you rip your jeans off
Ya don't stop to my people in the front
Ya don't stop to my people in the rear
Say what throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop to my people on the left
Ya don't stop to my people on the right
Ya don't stop to my people everywhere
Say what throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop to my people in New York
Ya don't stop to my people down south
Ya don't stop to my people out west
Say what throw your hands in the air
To my hip hop niggas ya don't stop
To my niggas in the street ya don't stop
To my niggas gettin money say what
Throw your hands in the air ya don't stop
Ya don't stop to my people in the rear
Say what throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop to my people on the left
Ya don't stop to my people on the right
Ya don't stop to my people everywhere
Say what throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop to my people in New York
Ya don't stop to my people down south
Ya don't stop to my people out west
Say what throw your hands in the air
To my hip hop niggas ya don't stop
To my niggas in the street ya don't stop
To my niggas gettin money say what
Throw your hands in the air ya don't stop
Uh, straight off the bat
My squad is known across the map
When y'all niggas show love then
We show you love back
Y'all niggas want beef Fuck it
Take it to the streets
Y'all niggas gon chill Then we
Sit down and we build
My squad finally here Unit of the year
We settin up shop and we ain't going nowhere
We want it all Even if we gotta brawl for it
We want it all Even if you gotta fall for it
We stage wreckers Fifty-two car deckers
Reppin to the world till the
Law come and get us
You jealous fellas I'm puttin
Holes in vendettas
Twist your body With two shells
From a shottie POW!
Niggas wanna get me touched
(Naw they can't touch you)
Shinin and flossin too much
(Naw they can't cross you)
Light on my toes Left him ten feet
Part from his heat Play it softly
The truth speaks through this poetry
For me to call shot Cock block my life
Add a little spice Devil eyes
Snake rise on dice have your fam call christ
Flipmode battle for mics
All my shit be high priced I'm slashing dikes
Feel me Liftin thugs out
They crease it's quickly
Shift two keys in two weeks
And gross forty g's
Report me And live shortly Slouch
Cat livin off calibil breeze
You wanna get involved Better grip on tight
Take the next flight We got it
Locked on the next bike
Check it out I got the eye of a tiger
That's plan to go higher My squad is on fire
And till death do us If
The label wanna sue us
Yo I'm taking the reels I'm the man with
The gat that be ready to peel
I'm the one next to Spliff
When it's time to ill
I'ma show by astro red cross and blue shields
Watch us make a move Catch
Us on smokin groove
Rules house of blues MTV News
On the bus with my Flipmode loco
(loco) Takin flicks
Hittin chicks by the dozen
(dozen) Keep a shot runnin
Now I'm on a journey It take you
Twenty light years to burn me (burn me)
If you want beef call my attorney
All that other wack shit don't concern me
I'm being felt I got a title under my belt
I'm out to get the wealth I'm
Bout my squad and myself
Ya don't stop to my people in the front
Ya don't stop to my people in the rear
Say what throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop to my people on the left
Ya don't stop to my people on the right
Ya don't stop to my people everywhere
Say what throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop to my people in New York
Ya don't stop to my people down south
Ya don't stop to my people out west
Say what throw your hands in the air
To my hip hop niggas ya don't stop
To my niggas in the street ya don't stop
To my niggas gettin money say what
Throw your hands in the air ya don't stop
Uhh Comin correct for all
My Flipmode brothers
Stats ratin higher then that
Of single mothers
Peace to my Outz clique Bitches
That I bounce with
Everybody else get the gas like Auschwitz
Like, flows for real like a rap bitch should
Type takin niggas out like
They packaged goods
Rappers wanna contest They buggin
Straight up and down we run
The underground like H tubman
What, I'm the bomb bitch Nigga
RAH D-IG got Rah
God be my Witness Long as I walk this globe
I be spittin more verses than the Book of Job
Why are you ignoring us
Running into hiding and avoiding us
Niggas on the low be recording us
My rhyme flow remain poisonous
Thus Yo your shit sound
Wack still annoying us
We alive nigga ain't no destroying us
You better off if you come join with us
Perpendicular Or analyzing my whole molecular
In particular Roll with my
Squad or go singular
I ain't into bitches who
Fuck animals like caligula
More hot shit so get your water sprinkler
Fire extinguisher Rhyme prime minister
C'MON! Never mistake me for nobody else
Another blast make you shit on yourself
I hope all y'all know that
I always master the art
Rip you apart Put your hand on my heart
Flipmode number one on the charts
Solo or collective My
Perspective the objective
Is to win All praises due to
My squad one in the same
Cherish every blessing I have to
Make y'all witness my name
Burn another calorie Come inside my galaxy
Put your money where your mouth
Is double your salary
Hey dude you know we stay
Rude high on a aquelude
Bust your shit bouncin in a Honda Prelude
Let's G off Nigga ease off
I make you breeze off
Brickfull make you rip your jeans off
Ya don't stop to my people in the front
Ya don't stop to my people in the rear
Say what throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop to my people on the left
Ya don't stop to my people on the right
Ya don't stop to my people everywhere
Say what throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop to my people in New York
Ya don't stop to my people down south
Ya don't stop to my people out west
Say what throw your hands in the air
To my hip hop niggas ya don't stop
To my niggas in the street ya don't stop
To my niggas gettin money say what
Throw your hands in the air ya don't stop