Flipmode Squad - Where You Think You Goin' lyrics

Yeah, where you think you goin
Where you think you goin
Ladies and gentlemen
It's the unit for the 9-8
Flipmode Squad baby that's my word
All you sucker MC's
Try to hide this stuff come back here
Where you think you goin
Nigga come back here
Y'all niggas ain't seein Jack shit!

Aiiyo, speak the truth
Too short to let it hurt some talk dirt
And be the first slangin hertz
Freestylin of the hum of the birds
Fall back when I shine on my shine
Two shows follow behind
It's a fucked up vehicle switchin my lines
Hotel asks a nigga: "Could I share my dimes"
Picture that, when you scared to draw toes
Playin me close rollin with the dogs
Wearin yesterdays clothes
Left a fouled sin into
My squad without permition i started dissin
Hopin you listen pay attention
Fatheresly the shadow leads you
Back to the hood
You wanna switch up because some
Niggas stalked you up
Or is the fact that they thought
You was rollin with us left you all draged
Like two trains crashin it up

Aiiyo, Spliff Starr drama, bullpen personna
Type of nigga that would sell
Crack to your mama
Take the cash you gave me and buy marijuana
Check me boy and some turbo ‘pon de corner
Back in the days I bubble drugs like a sauna
Make a pussy boy kill himself like Nirvana
Get'em like goose feathers
Cold weather rock the bamma
Lie in front of the jury, DA, and Your Honor
I represent street niggas, carry heat niggas
Play for keeps niggas, ain't
Nothin 'bout me sweet, niggas
I stay token, gun butt your skull open
If you fuck wit my squad nigga
Where you think you goin?

Where you think you goin
Where you think you goin
Aiiyo, what you doin nigga
Where you think you goin
Where you think you goin
Where you think you goin
Aiiyo, what you movin for
Where you think you goin
Where you think you goin
Where you think you goin
Aiiyo, what you doin nigga
Where you think you goin

You think that you can run (ha)
You think that you can hide (haa)
You best believe you still comin
I think you better slide
While you stay bitchin, another nigga missin
Bodies snatch you up! Behold the cream
Cought in hells kitchen my
Trigger fingers itchin
Nervous system's fucked up
That's why my nerves twitchin
Inslave your mentality nigga brain fried
We after you, runnin sergeon for a free ride
Where you think you goin son?
We gon' catch you soon
We here to take over this shit
Pour the tycoon
Blossom and gloom capture any nigga sober
In a little dark room ha ha ha ha ha

Uh oh you lil league boy I know your beats
You sound bullshitely, You rock
Swearin you to ball
When you know you're wack
In a studio settin of a reverands track
Boy! Rah gets busy, my shit be way slaver
Curder rapper Ernest like the
One slave labour
One first be like the bitch tap oil
Loyal to my niggas enemies are fucked around
And riders rappin for you
Spot stays blowin goin' to the top
Where you think you're goin
Pocket stay throwin smooth like the lowin
Rap chick flowin where you think you're goin

Where you think you goin
Where you think you goin
Aiiyo, what you doin nigga
Where you think you goin
Where you think you goin
Where you think you goin
Aiiyo, what you movin for
Where you think you goin
Where you think you goin
Where you think you goin
Aiiyo, what you doin nigga
Where you think you goin

I'm a hard man at work lyrical expert
Look out before you get hurt
Bury the dirt line for line
Ramp I be the mastermind
That's be full time watch me shine
I know the seven sign
I'm rich, and still life is a bitch
Losin' snitch like camey fake beggar
Jim Baker i take you're
Life like the undertaker
Flipmode money maker
Make that kill for this paper
It's on the poppin
People wanna know when the album droppin
Start talkin keep walkin
Flatbush New York and we live for you
Sling for you my squad struck oil
Now we coppin platinum things
Diamond rings nice cosy things
And a party for free from the tunnel to envy
Ramp's the rugged MC my squad ke! eps growin
Where you think you goin

Chief gunnin to splash rain potters pooves
Fuck is you start stand peach
Chuff for choose scoffer booves
Now low muscles moves
Smash crew like statue with jungle jewels
Son gets school, wit the dummin crew
Pay double dues cradle to the graves
Hustle grooves
Flesh tissue death kiss you no love for you
Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh
And me the most wanted fool
Unfriendly in horrical, make power moves
Snatch colors loose a dollar rule
Raw business shit in my hands
And shakes yours with it
Till you cause fridget
Local or long distance gets master served
And crash a burn
Like James Evans when I'm blowin
Fuck is wrong wit cha
Where you think you're goin
Where you think you're goin
Where you think you're goin

Where you think you goin
Where you think you goin
Aiiyo, what you doin nigga
Where you think you goin
Where you think you goin
Where you think you goin
Aiiyo, what you movin for
Where you think you goin
Where you think you goin
Where you think you goin
Aiiyo, what you doin nigga
Where you think you goin