Flipmode Squad Hit Em Wit Da Heat Lyrics

[Rampage]
Yeah, Lieutenant what!
Yeah, **********a
It's Flipmode
Yeah yeah, spliff, check it out, uh

[Rampage]
Ramp, I've been ill since back in the days
Rockin' shell-toed Addidas with rags for my waves
Flipmode be the unit now I'm playin' for the Braves
I'm hardcore ***** that's straight from the gutter
I used to play scully plus, hot peas and butta
Now I'm the ***** that's runnin' in your baby motha
Burgundy Ac, you can call me Ramp Lova
And now I'm toppin' pokey with my Louisville slugger

[Baby Sham]
My Squad is sick *****s who pop **** get pistol whipped
Get your wig pushed back, I react and snap
Like Kodak, these cats get the picture
Put on level black suede Timbs and come and get ya
My target is your feature
we all sport hoods like grim reapers
We shine in the dark blink of an eye the last spark
Get closed up, first thug ***** hold up
21st side see me rounding it up

Chorus: Busta Rhymes

See when we come through we got nuf **** to flaunt
Got you feelin' it and your cousin even your aunt
violate, we coming like ghost we gonna haunt
Hit you with the heat is that what you really want?
What you really want is that what you really want?
We hit you with the heat is that what you really want?
What you really want is that what you really want?
we hit you with the heat is that what you really want?

[Spliff Star]
y'all *****s want to test my squad, I doubt it doubt it
All that murder talk, gun talk, you talk, I'm 'bout it 'bout it
***** feel my vibe *****s see my vision
P-why-P ***** play your position
I **** up this game and make the ref' blow the whistle
My squad be the official, clique in this rap ****
Diss me on the record and watch, you get your *** kicked
Catch me on Church Ave, flickin blunt ashes

[Rah Digga]
Crazy, thinkin I can't rock buttas
won't take **** without no type floders
Hectic, Rah on the ill dialect ****
Deliveries harder then girls in obstectrics
Ready to stay on
Smoother then rayon
Takin' out *****s and all they liaisons
Mu'****as, black out season
Publishing resume steady increasing

Chorus

[Lord Have Mercy]
Shanghai, Shanghai
New sheriff in town
Rock America's crown and hang 'em high
Who bangin' a fist full?
Brandishing pistols
Pearl handles with the, family initials
Uh-uh, 24 karat gold variuos slow
Uh-uh, planet gets cold, get damaged for dough
Uh-uh!, Savages off balance and blow traveling slow
Uh-uh!, in effect mode, y'all *****s know it

[Busta Rhymes]
Sayonara, send my rivals, slam a guy,
Be damned if I
Had to tell one, tell a lie, get paralyzed
Stay payed, rock **** made in ultra suede
Switch blade yo wack act back to first grade
Even if y'all never seen us you know y'all need us
Suck my penis from here to mutha****ing venus
Think back when you was amazed and had to sit back
Imagining me ending your world like Deep Impact
Blood clot, watch me come through and bust a gunshot
Yeah people, come inside of your dance and done that

Chorus 2x

[Busta Rhymes]
****in' y'all up
Flipmode forever
Stays focused
Pay Attention
Pay Attention...*fades to phone interlude*

Written by: Jerry Plunk, Dana Stinson, Trevor Smith, Roger Mcnair, Wayne Notise, William A. Lewis, Rashia Tashan Fisher, Leroy Jones
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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