shit is about to get real serious

Busta Rhymes, Flipmode Squad, Swizz Beatz, check it out



[verse 1]

yo it's like tic tac toe

the god is back, make bitches say hoe

blow shit, roast ya than down in Waco

big foot raps nigga let's make dough

pull up to the lot, valet the Range Rove

flyer than a motherfucker, all day glow

in the club nigga glow in the dark and lay low

bang your head to this shit, while the beat play slow

junior varsity niggas while we play pro

ringside seats we all in the same row

like a crew of bitches pull up and dodge the ragos

and how we dazzle these bitches with how we change flows

we take your slot, how a bitch take half

and rock chains with pieces the size of spacecrafts

you know what I rep, that's Flipmode Squad!!

wildin like a thousand niggas up in the wreck yard



[CHORUS:]

Callin all live niggas

BOOYAH!!

Callin all live bitches

OOH OOOOH!!

Yes I hold a pound for y'all

Say what?

Busta Rhymes hold it down for y'all

Get money!!

Callin all live niggas

BOOYAH!!

Callin all live bitches

OOH OOOOH!!

Yes I hold a crown for y'all

Say what?

Flipmode put it down for y'all

YEAH, YEAH!!



[verse 2]

yeah, yo, the empire strikes back

shit is official, street niggas fight back

the way we set it off even the bitches might black

raunchy as fuck, even they like it like that

Busta Rhymes in this bitch you know I got another batch

more hotter shit nigga strike another match

bang this shit in your truck, nigga open up the hatch

and hold on your jewels before your shit get snatched

better lock your doors, slide across the latch

before we figure out the next vic to catch

so much lyrics flo