Here We Go Again

Rampage
Yeah (Uh)
The Rulership (Word)
Anarchy (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 nigg* (Another one)

Busta Rhymes
ONE TWO THREE
Come on

(Chorus)
Busta Rhymes
Here we go again
Y'all 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 nigg* music
Here we go again
More s**t 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 fk s**t up and take the s**t 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

Rampage
I'm a real wise guy, you can't fk with me
You could catch a quick bullet like Brandon Lee
Carry my squad on my back like a MPV
I got a sick paddle log 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 G's

Roc Marciano
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-source
A couple shells to dry you out
To a pale horse
Smashing your image
Take it back
Then we crack with a villian
Scratching my d-d*ck
Plus be the rapper to liquid

Busta Rhymes
Spliff Starr
Rampage
Rah Digga
Roc Marci
Baby Sham
Busta Rhymes
DJ Scratchator
FLIPMODE SQUAD
muth* fker
What y'all want
Yeah you know we always gonna give it to you
hardc*re

Spliff Starr
I double drop kick
Run around evict
Give it to you full blown
Like HIV sick
Act like you know B
I watch you die slowly
Tapped action
Like Charles d*ck to Kobe
Was a blood spilling
Smack a f*gg*t 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
Like Moet corks

Baby Sham
What now
hardc*re sounds
We sn*tch crowns
Too much mouth
You lay down
We clear crowds
Send a large threat
What you expect
For me to get rich nigg*
And blow off my set
Never that
I'ma rep Flipmode
Till 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

Rah Digga
Now
Make 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 b*tch cold flip back to my grimy ways
Ball in my court, those who lack sport
Tear they as* to the roof without the black thought
Coming on the scene thinking you the Don Juan
Type crimes have you p*ssing all in your Sean Don

Busta Rhymes
HERE WE GO NOW
Now what the fk y'all want
And how we blow
And give you all exactly what you want
SEE FLIPMODE IS THE SQUAD
Whatever wanna try
We smash you in your face
And make it black around your eye
WE OUT TO WRECK IT NO DOUBT
I'm out to hit y'all with some s**t that make you
BUG THE fcK OUT
And make y'all get real arrogant and
THUG THE fcK OUT
And everytime we in the spot
We always smash s**t and make y'all
BUST A SLUG OUT

(Chorus)
Busta Rhymes
Here we go again
Y'all 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 nigg* music
Here we go again
More s**t 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 fk s**t up and take the s**t 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
fkers
The Rulership LP
Flipmode Squad
Unstoppable
Cut the s**t off
Cut it off