Here We Go Again

Yeah The Rulership Anarchy niggas Spliff Starr Bus-a-bus Roc Marci Rah Digga Baby Sham Rampage Yeah Another Voyage nigga One, two, three Come on 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 f**k 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 f**k with me You could catch a quick bullet like Brandon Lee Carry my squad on my back like a M.V.P. 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 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**k plus be the rapper to liquid Spliff starr Rampage Rah Digga Roc Marci Baby Sham Busta Rhymes DJ Scratchator Flipmode Squad Muthaf**ker, 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 H.I.V. sick niggas Act like you know B, I watch you die slowly Tapped action like Charles d**k to Kobe Was a blood spilling smack a fagot from the village Steam boil cabbage and hurt your Mama 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 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 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 bitch cold flip back to my grimy ways Ball in my court, those who lack sport Tear they a*s 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 Don Here we go now Now what the f**k 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 out to wreck it no doubt I'm out to hit y'all with some shit that make you Bug the f**k out And make y'all niggas get real arrogant and Thug the f**k out And everytime 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 f**k 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 f**kers The Rulership LP Flipmode Squad Unstoppable Cut the shit off Cut it off