The world is ours
Any bitch that rhyme wanna flex she ass
Still remain Gods
Rampage I'm psychic I can see shit
Throwing niggas in caskets, tired of a yellow ribbons
None of y'all niggas really wanna war
Yo, what you want from us now visualize more of us
Here to drop bombs
Like a mustache
We enemies of three strike felony laws
Flipmode cruddy styles has been past you
We always come hard
I'm getting money shitting, turn intruders into vixens
Up in the crack capsule
To the next millennium, you not gon' be shit
Grip your arm
Fat man's son, street educated
If it was under your nose
Against all odds
You know the issue, I'm official
That bust with loud force
We always come hard
Get your wig split first solid defiance
Nigga, what ass!
Who I get plucks with
Flipmode is the squad who I beez with
Make you remember this day, nigga mark it on your calendar
Rush pass
Against all odds
Here we go
When you die none of your niggas is really gon' miss you
Track marks, rap stars and a rain of AIDS
Call a National Guard
The type of nigga to crash my plane in your building
All up in the board kicking back long islands
Hold two lives and four wives
Fall off beeper uh uh niggas stay getting
I'm showing you something you ain't saying nothing
Grip your arm
Flipmode Squad
Gorilla dicking K Y Jelly for whores
The colonel of ghetto jurors, still thug related
In the name of the law
My baby Moms, three eighty for your arms
Show your whole cheek
Flipmode Squad
Who gazey chase fake thugs with lazy aid
Lapdances trap grands without laws
Call a National Guard
Grip your arm
Rah, Earth and Sun in this imperial alliance
Niggas make way like when they hear sirens
That whatever the fuck to give a cheddar in chunks
Against all odds
I float so much I get seasick
My niggas make noise like a bunch of volcanoes erupting
The ghetto with us, that bang Makaveli in trucks
Flipmode Squad
You couldn't touch cash
Bots cutting to slice your face you
You thugs is so sweet
Stay toting under my given flavor from Nauticas
Here to drop bombs
And push German V's with
The world is ours
Still remain Gods
The world is ours
Here to drop bombs
Treat you like park and too close to fire hydrants
Diamonds that don't break
I'm stomping all things like I'm Plexiglass
Still remain Gods
We always come hard
Destroy every arch rival or any challenger
Rhymes is natural
Dirty nigga for life, that's how spliff's living
You do the science
Rather Jamaican than belly boy make you people for fun
Slugs with no heat
Scratch your name off the list, cut your wrist
I buck my duck if you touch my one
