[Baby Sham]
  Aiyyo, balls your pencils
  As hollow tips get in you
  Bots cutting to slice your face you
  Rhymes is natural
  Hold two lives and four wives
  Up in the crack capsule
  Flipmode cruddy styles has been past you
  Rush pass
  You couldn't touch cash
  If it was under your nose
  Like a mustache
  Nigga
  What ass
  Show your whole cheek
  Slugs with no heat
  Diamonds that don't break
  You thugs is so sweet
    [Rampage]
  I float so much I get seasick
  Flipmode is the Squad who I beez with
  Who I get plucks with
  And push German V's with
  Rampage I'm psychic I can see shit
  To the next millenium
  You not gon be shit
  Scratch your name off the list
  Cut your wrist
  You know the issue
  I'm official
  When you die none of your niggas is really gon miss you
    [Chorus:]
  FLIPMODE SQUAD
  Here to drop bombs
  AGAINST ALL ODDS
  Still remain gods
  GRIP YOUR ARM
  We always come hard
  THE WORLD IS OURS
  Call a National Guard
    [Rah Digga]
  Here we go
  Any bitch that rhyme wanna flex she ass
  I'm stomping all things like I'm plexi-glass
  Niggas make way like when they hear sirens
  Treat you like park and too close to fire hydrants
  All up in the board
  Kicking back long islands
  Get your wig split first solid defiance
  Rah Earth and sun in this Imperial alliance
  You do the science
    [Spliff Star]
  I'm getting money shitting, turn intruders into vixens
  Fall off beeper uh-uh niggas stay getting
  Dirty nigga for life
  That's how Spliff's living
  Throwing niggas in caskets
  Tired of a yellow ribbons
  I buck my duck if you touch my one
  Rather Jamaican than belly boy make you people for fun
  Fat Man's Son, street educated
  The colonel of ghetto jurors, still thug related
    [Chorus]
    [Lord Have Mercy]
  We enemies of three strike felony laws
  Gorilla dicking K-Y jelly for whores
  Lapdances trap grands without laws
  My baby moms, three eighty for your arms
  That bust with loud force
  The ghetto with us
  That bang Makaveli in trucks
  That whatever the fuck to give a cheddar in chunks
  Who gazey chase
  Fake thugs with lazy aid
  Track marks
  Rap stars
  And a rain of aids
    [Busta Rhymes]
  Yo, what you want from us
  Now visualize more of us
  Stay toting under my given flavor from Nauticas
  Destroy every arch rival or any challenger
  Make you remember this day
  Nigga mark it on your calendar
  I'm showing you something
  You ain't saying nothing
  My niggas make noise
  Like a bunch of volcanoes erupting
  None of y'all niggas really wanna war
  The type of nigga to crash my plane in your building
  In the name of the law
    [Chorus]