I never thought I would be there In front of you in front of them I never hope for something else And now I?ve made it Everything that I use to
I?m watching you leaving I see you going Over and over again I?m still here waiting My world is falling I can?t believe it?s real and
I know that your not fine Cause lately you've been badly worried Maby that you will find Away for you to run away But where else
You know I don't belong You know you know it Don't even waste your time with me You're better on your own You know you know it So take your dreams and
[Jim Carrey] This is a Flipmode Squad Jim Carrey collabo Now what? [Busta] Ugh, hallelujah Kids hear this come on While I'm lacing and tryna prepare
get tired -rampage verse- Now I’m on charge The party’s going down at the club mirage Rampage I’m still large Coming in the door with my flipmode squad
the rover No, let me get the keys to the house in Eastover So I can throw a 500 Degreez platinum party Than the after party Me and my Squad stomping in
' And I'm steady and climbin' that means I'm still growin' up Got you burned while you lookin', see my Ferrari in Brooklyn On the corner of murda and duke
out his crib (Then slide, uh) I'm like the baker with your pies (Then rise) Set up shop and distribute where you live It's freeway in the place with my squad
I'm about to send her out of town with half a ki This bitch is crazy but baby's crazy cute She's known for packin' a .38 'round her Daisy Dukes She don
. Tell my lady friend I'm gone till I save the world. Jump in my hotrod wheel, Lookin' super thorough. Rockin' a long black cape like the Duke of Earl
go Wanna war with the Squad, walk through the threshold Who the fuck you know be fuckin' with this? As Big Pun's knowin' you'll be givin' a shit Not any squad
[Fat Joe] I don't give a fuck about you duke The truth is you be talkin shit with no proof Still pussy after all that loot Smack you right in front of
your hands get tired Now I'm on charge The party's going down at the club mirage Rampage I'm still large Coming in the door with my flipmode squad Vip
M.O.P First Family Firing Squad and you know they make it happen And it's gonna be til' infinity Firing Hard sendin' up to all those thugs now Babe Why
After the fact, holdin' in time, shit up for lit up, high drilly and shit Yeah, nigga you know the mix-up, we that squad for real Jersey Mob for real
get the keys to the rover No, let me get the keys to the house in eastover So I can throw a 500 degreez platinum party Than the after party my squad stomping
man love money Schemin' ass honey tryna get my shine Such a lady of grace with such a hood frame of mind Summertime's here, dazzy dukes are in order
