Flipmode Squad Lyrics

Flipmode Squad Lyrics

"Come Get It Lyrics"

Perseverance Lyrics
I don't understand why you could lose faith so soon we will persevere through feed the line twisted untrue see and realize how high be the existence to fly climb the infinite unwind how can you be so blind to the things before you perseverance is my way of life, i don't question my road when i see the light a light once dim is now shining right, bright enough to keep up the fight to give up now i

Hurricane's in the house..

[Lord Have Mercy]
Land-Lord, up in the house *COME GET IT*
Rah Digga, up in the house *COME GET IT*
Rampage, up in the house *COME GET IT*
What? Baby come get it (Rah: What? Nigga come get it)

Chorus: Lord Have Mercy, Rah Digga

L: Turn the heat up
cause we about to creep up *COME GET IT*
L: It's off the meter
plus we tear the street up *COME GET IT*
R: Ladies G'd up, what?
Don't smoke the weed up *COME GET IT*
L: What? Baby come get it (Rah: What? Nigga come get it)

[Rah Digga]
Check it, I come in sweeter than La Femme Nikita
Be all up in your hood like I'm a C&C two liter
The little honey that be doin her she thing
On some Mya shit, like "It's All About Me" see?
I bleed things, blunt slicer on my keyrings
Bra top, lots of G-strings, havin weed dreamsQueen For A Day Lyrics
It's never gonna work out Quite the way that they plan Their little greasy games They'll drop you just as son as they can pick you up It might be fun for a while What happenes tomorrow? I don't wanna be no queen for a day Oh, I got what you want and I may just walk away I don't wanna be no queen for a day I just gotta get away Wonder why they think about What they can get from me I guess I'll let em
R> I'd be Queen if this the 1900's
cause niggaz gon get it, and E'RYBODY want it
I'm totin bags, eyes redder than a photo lab
The spins on your single, won't even top my promo ad
Hard drops quicker than jackers at the car lots
Couldn't get no harder if you went to School of Hard Knocks
The grimy bitch, sometime be punchliney bitch
So don't make me go there! (*starts singing to "The P is Free"*)
Because the groupies are free, but the rhymes cost money..
OH YEAH!!

Chorus 2X

[Rampage]
All my Flipmode niggaz just bounce to this
All my Rampage niggaz just bounce to this
All my Hurricane niggaz just bounce to this
All my niggaz if you with me just, bounce with this
Okay, this is how it goes, pimpin all you, hoes
Catch em outside the shows, time to get the dough
Up in the studio, smokin the hydro
Writin the hot shit, you w
Almighty Blues Lyrics
(Ben Granfelt/Ben Granfelt) Don't tell me baby 'Cause I already know Things could be better, Not like this Broadway Show Always a reason There's no time to talk I don't want you leaving And I surely don't want you to walk (Chorus) 'Cause I never felt this way I feel before Is this the blues? Almighty Blues I've never felt so lonely, since I lost my one and only I can't go the dista
itin for me to go
Threw on the Ram' bounce, just shakin yo' ass yo
Bump this in your Lex Coupe or your Expo'
Flipmode Squad, we the ones in them videos
Catch us with the fly shit, but you don't hear me doe
Rampage, professional, just move your feet
We bout to make you do the jerk, get out your seats
Seven days a week and we the Squad that don't sleep
Catch me in the street I'm on the midnight creep, so what?

Chorus 2X

[Lord Have Mercy]
I walk the path, that Allah made, +Smooth+, like Sade
Got pickup tracks -- high-beam with the fog rays
International capital, checks cashed in full
Damage your hood, natural, spend grands for goods
Traditional niggaz know -- scream on these players like
DJ call in some mo', invincible pretty flow
Grammar God, swing like gold from Panama
Twenty-four carat charms, with smooth cuts like Sarah VaughnWatch Your Bitches Lyrics
As far back as I can remember I always wanted to be was a gangster... (Watch your bitches!) [Verse 1] Hey yo I walks like a pimp, talks like a mack Spit lobster and shrimp, you could tell by the hat Gators and flavors, colors like now & laters Split champagne wishes to bitches, trips to Vegas Jot down numbers on small pieces of paper I got ya, skate, watch these bitches catch the vapors Breaks down doe over a
Here we go, here we go -- attitude
spit the vocals hotter than soul food from Baton Rouge
Come, sharp-tongued like Malcolm, on any album
Some got chrome like Sly Stone, what you about son?
Here it is, here it is -- handcraft the raw
Who the boss? Human torch any Fantastic Four
Player, I be a point guard, controllin things
In the 4th quarter, it's all water like holdin springs

Chorus 2X

DJ Hurricane in the place baby c'mon
Flip--mode, up in the spot baby c'mon
Ram--page, up in the place baby c'mon
Rah, Digga up in the house baby c'mon
Lord Have Mercy in the place baby c'mon
Busta Rhymes is in the house baby c'mon
Whylin out, for the night yeah c'mon
Hollis crew, represent baby c'mon
DJ Hurricane represent baby c'mon
All the ladies c'mon, shake it baby c'mon
All the females c'mon, shake it baby c'mon..