To flood these streets, hot not partially, cock back the toast
If I'm lying may the Lord come strike my left tittie
Baby Sham, I'm known for the crud
Palm that, look where the arm's at, nigga need to launch that
Flipmode imperial, top breakin' officer
So sit back and watch the fireworks show light up my name the sky
And how you doin'?
Guns get squeezed and bullets hit your knees
Throw your hands in the air
Gangsta bitch, deadly like cancerous
Rampage, new tenant, pack big still
How we crush grapefruit, niggaz, and make a mustard out of your team
Watch how we do it
And how you doin'?
Fuck, what ya heard, I'm ready to kill
So when you pick your favorite emcee you makin' the right choice
So who are you?
You know we hotter than the 4th of July
And how you doin'?
Undisputed metaphor rap queen, always cookin' up some shit
You about to die, show him where his casket is
And how you doin'?
Stick to the fact that chapped lips get convexed
Day criminal, street thug material
How we rep and yo we solemnly swear
6 official conrads, ain't afraid to shoot
Hard-to-toucha, one bad muthafucka
So who are you?
Fuck around we warnin' ya, 21 gun salute
Flipmode, the streets, bigger than Bayroots
Strike a nerve when I'm speakin'
First night pops off with a couple of slugs
So who are you?
Truck Volume
Niggas see us, we got them shakin' in they boots
To put it down until it's over and our time is up here
So who are we?
I bring it where your parents live, show you what your status is
To put it down until it's over and our time is up here
You see what I'm workin' wit, it's beyond rap
Throw your hands in the air
Put your heart for free, so what it feels like to hear me crushin' a beat
We've been awaitin' the God, to make an under novel entry
I'm the big dog, you just a cat stuck in a tree
Yeah, Spliff Starr, cunt crusher, gun busta
Any emcee whether black or white, or Puerto Riquen
Steam boil your cabbages, I can't take y'all nigaz faggotness
So who are we?
Not one of y'all cocksuckers fuckin' wit me
You wanted beans, I had your hood under siege
And how you doin'?
Now tell me what the problem be, is that I'm scorching dem
Controllin' everything in the yard
Got you gaspin' for air, hot shit muthafuckas
Bus a bus now, somethin' fo' sho'
How we rep and yo we solemnly swear
Rugged like General Custard it seems
We bout to play a lil' game, match the name with the voice
So who are you?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
So who are you?
The illest broad Digga, reppin' Brick City
Keep 'em whilin' till somebody's left a leak on the flo'
Watch how we do it
Got you gaspin' for air, hot shit muthafuckas
Like mom's a crack fiend, so what's the word
