Here We Go Again - Busta Rhymes, Flipmode Squad

Yeah

Another Voyage nigga (Another one)

One, two, three, c’mon

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 fuck 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 fuck with me

You could catch a quick bullet like Brandon Lee

Carry my squad on my back like a MPV

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-dick

Plus be the rapper to liquid

Spliff Starr

Rampage

Rah Digga

Roc Marci

Baby Sham

Busta Rhymes

DJ Scratchator

Flipmode Squad

Mutha fucker

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 HIV sick niggas

Act like you know B

I watch you die slowly

Tapped action

Like Charles Dick to Kobe

Was a blood spilling

Smack a faggot from the village

Steam boil cabbage

And hurt your momma 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

'Til 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 nake 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 ass 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 fuck 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 'bout to wreck it, no doubt

I’m 'bout to hit y’all with some shit that make you

Bug the fuck out

And make y’all niggas get real arrogant and

Thug the fuck out

And every time 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 fuck 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

Fuckers

The Rulership LP

Flipmode Squad

Unstoppable

Cut the shit off

Cut it off