[scratched: "It's the new!!"]
Yeah! Yeah, Busta Bust down, Flipmode now
I know what y'all feel like doin
Go 'head and crash your whip in the fuckin
wall
It's cool, niggaz.. we gets busy
[Verse One]
Fo' sho', spit rogue, get mo' bout to kick in
the door
Dick sore, split whores 'til they shit on the
floor
Clique more sick from when you use to see us
before
Shit, kill a nigga quick, niggaz know my
rapport
Keep workers on the strip that be ready for
war
Brick I flip a little quicker if they shit in
the store
Rip, maybe 'til they drop, and they shit in
they drawers
Shit crazy when I pop, and I'm grippin the
four
Thick bitches in the spot, watch 'em strip
for the sport
Spit vicious for the block, yeah we swingin a
torch
Stick niggaz for they shit, thank 'em for
they support
Quick nigga, better quit snitchin down at the
court
Check track a little slick and try to go on
my Forbes
Cause we stackin like we rich, and we holdin
the fort
This time, we had to bring it, guess what we
brought
The hottest shit to bang from L.A. to the
streets of New York
[Chorus]
All my people, get drunk, get high - WHATTUP?
Get money, get rich, get fly - WHATTUP?
Get stupid, get busy, get live - WHATTUP?
Jump all in your whip, turn the key and
drive - WHATTUP?
Make a mill' yeah we gon' make about five -
WHATTUP?
We speak the truth and we ain't talkin no
jive - WHATTUP?
I'm speakin to the streets and everybody's
widdit - WHATTUP?
Once again you know we only come to get it -
WHATTUP?
[Verse Two]
AOWWWWWWW!! Ha, I stay wicked now I'm back on
the strip
Like I went on a vacation and I'm back from
my trip
Nuff radio rotation like I'm sailin a ship
Or when the team circle the block, busy
trailin my clique
Truck packed fulla niggaz with the strap and
the whip
Get the gat out of the stash, put it back on
my hip
Gat butt you in the face, split and fatten
your lip
Blood hit the floor louder than the clap when
it drip
I credit your name with bullets, read the
back of the script
My victim's initials engraved on the back of
the clip
Chicks love the way we roll, how the movement
is thick
So official like my name's on the back of
your bitch
Pay triple for the name on the back of the
stitch
Name like the whole city now I'm changin the
pitch
Kick back kinda crazy when I'm holdin the
fifth
Think you nicer than the God, shit is only a
myth
Grab ahold of the masses, I was born with a
gift
Niggaz be runnin they trap, throw 'em over
the cliff
Thinkin and drinkin the Guinness, busy holdin
the spliff
Flippin and shittin on niggaz 'til we old and
we stiff
I don't even drive whips, throw the shit on
the lift
12 hours, one worker do the whole of the shift
I do the thing to make you open your mouth
And give you shit to bang the Midwest and the
rest of the South
[Chorus]