get ya all that shit what's up little Alice in wonderland, you bitch we are coming and you can suck the dick, work it tight 'Cause I know what's up
ll never get the chance If you ain't puttin out bitch, make other plans I still keep my money in a rubber band with the pitchfork sealed up, on the other hand
see them hands in the sky Detroit mufuckas till we die [ Chorus - Eminem ] Where's my gangstas and all my thugs, Throw them hands up and show some love
dabby dibbi dah, then I pass a lot Let me get more hot, represent the spot A mad squad when it comes to the art of rappin I gotta keep your hands clappin
squad without permition. I started dissin, hopin you listen. pay attention. Fatheresly. the shadow leads you back to the hood. You wanna switch up because some niggas stalked you up
the street More hot shit we givin you more heat Feelin that bounce bangin the concrete Bangin in the club and bangin it in your jeep Flipmode squad 2001 Wave your hands
town Take trips ride slow through them hoods and park at the main strip Baby girl gimme yo hand cock fast (c'mon!) With a number in your hand, hot ass (hold up
more Pick up the cain no more Brothers ain't the same no more Try to sweat me, what am I aiming for Get yourself caught up Faggot ass tore up In
more Pick up the cain no more Brothers ain't the same no more Try to sweat me, what am I aiming for Get yourself caught up Faggot ass tore up In the worst
hah, woo, I got you all in check Throw your hands up in the air, and never disrespect Woo hah, woo hah, I got you all in check Busta Rhymes up in
what Throw your hands in the air To my hip hop niggas Ya don’t stop To my niggas in the street Ya don’t stop To my niggas gettin money Say what Throw your hands
Walk outside to the fruit stand And dre, kane, he’s the 40’s in hand Powercat geronimo is in the distance The fifths are coming, the fifths are coming Hit up, lit up
control Crash cars and shit Ya know how we role When I tumble and drive then you reply my my my my my my Yo I execute all plans Run up in two bitches
Rhymes He's the one we've all, been waiting for, forever (Yeah, yeah, just feel what I feel niggaz!!) Ready for Flipmode Squad (Yeah, just reach up and
mine like I’m the ll comeback Wack rappers crawled out from holes Now you souped cuz you slithered up the todem pole Flipmode squad affiliate of of time
dem jump up and prance Busta rhymes and sean-a-paul di lyrical magician There fi mek dem switch and jump up wave up dem hands Flipmode a roll wid all
ain't familiar at all nigga Don't like, go grab your gat and lets brawl at hall nigga Straight fallin When we use to chill up on park benches My 20 block