Yeah, yeah, yeah (Get out)


Such a remarkable sound (Get out)


Yeah (Get out of here)


Such a remarkable sound


Flipmode get down, now


Yeah check it out (Get out of here)


Such a remarkable sound


Busta Rhymes (Get out)


Comin· through, get down (Get out)


What·s the deal now (Get out of here)


Yeah, yeah




Are you ready to get on? (Who, me?)


And cause such a reaction that the motha fucka·s go (Ooh wee)


It·s like a group of happy children


Yo, it·s such a feelin·


To see all of my live nigga·s carry on now


Oh see how I be gettin· so passionate


I get a thrill even when I bust my gun off by accident


The God bless glory, success story


Whiteboy Billy put a stash up in my armrest for me


The way I fucks it up, it·s like a fuck-fest for me


I get on last and demolish everything before me


We run shit and that·s a fact now, you·re whack now


And ain·t no fuckin· turnin· back now, so relentless


I won·t even let you niggas finish a fuckin· sentence


Call for my people like a school attendance


And then I strike with a fuckin· vengence


Finger on my trigger


Figure I·ll blast every last one of you bitch niggas




So (Get out)


Bitch nigga just (Get out)


You need to just (Get out of here)


Police·ll try to close the club (Get out)


You really should (Get out)


You need to just (Get out of here)


Bitch, if you ain·t got your own dough (Get out)


You need to just (Get out)


You really should (Get out of here)


If you frontin· like you really live (Get out)


And you know you not (Get out)


You need to just (Get out of here)




The one world alliance


Flipmode the most reliant for the thorough guidance


On how to get most of this money like a secret science


Only the live nigga·s allowed, there·s nothin· you can do


Frontin· with your crew while you talkin· to corny bitches too


Nevertheless, address the cheddar for the treasure chest


And bless the spot before the thugs protest, one time


I hope y·all know just what the motherfuck you dealin· with


With so much platinum for the street, you thought I was a silversmith


We phat now, so look at how we brought it back now


And made it possible for street niggas to hold a stack now


And become the wealthiest, healthiest


And bring the fire that will reach about 1000 degrees celsius


Hold on, banker·s money better roll on, or sing a broke folk song


My nigga·s so long he paid with a big brim hat, just like a lampshade


And bounce, wildin· in the truck, the joints my nigga Ramp made


We be them new millennium prime time niggas


Walk a fine line, niggas sippin fine wine niggas


Now, if you cross the line and fuck around them blind niggas


With so much pressure it·s like we did the illest crime, nigga


What? You know I·m like a loco man, noble man


Turned global man, rippin· bi-coastal like a postal man


And when we come, you know we came to get it


And what you need to do is bounce if you ain·t fuckin· with it




So (Get out)


Bitch nigga just (Get out)


You need to just (Get out of here)


Police·ll try to close the club (Get out)


You really should (Get out)


Please just (Get out of here)


Bitch, if you ain·t got your own dough (Get out)


You need to just (Get out)


You really should (Get out of here)


And if you frontin· like you really lïve (Get out)


And you know you not (Get out)


You really should (Get out of here)




Get out, get out, get out of here