[Busta Rhymes]
Doctor, yeah
I think we got some shit for ´em (FLIP-MODE!)
Yeah I´mma rub these sticks together
Check it, and start a bonfire

[Busta Rhymes]
And if you don´t see it y´all niggas can´t fuck with our
Flipmode Movement - bounce in your truck to us
Y´all get stupid - don´t try to fuck with us
Because you will get carried away, yeah you´ll get carried away

[Busta Rhymes]
Now I´m subtle, once I pick up my metal
Put my foot on the pedal, ridin´ through every ghetto
Analyze the shit I´m seein´ when I sip Amaretto
A lot of bitches on the strip, struttin´ in they stilettos
Then they wave and say hello, when my Lambo´ is yellow

Everything they got a jingle when they walk like ah-Jello
See the niggas on the corner and I never forget it
And I never regret it because I see how you get it
Now because of you niggas, I´m a hustler nigga
´Gnac guzzler nigga, rip your jugular nigga
In the night I become the type to love when it´s dark
Cause when I pull up and park, is when I´m makin my mark
See the fact´s that I´m tryin´ to strive and capitalize in
Start to max-a-mimize and b-build a ent-ter-prise
And wh-while I´m stockin´ this bread, keep ah-stockin´ the lead
And leave a permanent dot, on the top of your head

[Busta Rhymes]
And if you don´t see it y´all niggas can´t fuck with our
Flipmode Movement - bounce in your truck to us
Y´all get stupid - don´t try to fuck with us
Because you will get carried away, yeah you´ll get carried away

[Nas]
Ill Will, Flip-mooode!
I´m the Enigma, there is none harder, smarter
Martyr, Godfather, my entrance, your departure
Pardon Dre this beat is a monster, catchy
Like sleepin under open windows that´s drafty
Then wakin´ up my throat scratchy, that´s how I spit it nasty
They short, a few inches North of a dwarf

My flow´s Murciélago, ghostin´ them narcos
Toastin´ the ways of the original Pablos
Still a pyramid architect, mix liquors like a chemist
Killer lyricist, poetical tyrant
Sneaker store terrorist, Mt. Everest I climbed it
Heat is drawn, no creepin on me whenever I´m bent
My mind spray, my nine spray
And freak styles like 3000 Andre
To keep pilin, keep pushin them drops
Nas, runnin with hot Busta Bust, we don´t stop

[Busta Rhymes]
And if you don´t see it y´all niggas can´t fuck with our
Flipmode Movement - bounce in your truck to us
Y´all get stupid - don´t try to fuck with us
Because you will get carried away, yeah you´ll get carried away

[Busta Rhymes]
Now I´m hot, and we runnin the block
Watch me run in your spot, fiends comin in flocks
Add a little cut to the coke when I´m cookin the pot
DRUGS, BITCH! I got what you want come and get what I got
Now I almost forgot, I come to close up your shop
I love to fold up a knot, love totin the Glock
Helps me feel safer when niggas try to scheme on my plot
Try to steal paper from me you gotta deal with a lot
See I will leave you to rot, only defendin my stock
Niggas know they pussy and struggle to pretend that they not

Lose your life in the drop, while I harvest the crop
My hot shit; bust a cannon have you run in your socks
See we live on the edge, bang shit with a sledgehammer
Split up your head, kill a snitch for the feds
Let´s go, for the streets I´m always spittin a gospel
Get Nas holdin a barrel size of elephant nostril

[Busta Rhymes]
And if you don´t see it y´all niggas can´t fuck with our
Flipmode Movement - bounce in your truck to us
Y´all get stupid - don´t try to fuck with us
Because you will get carried away, yeah you´ll get carried away