my sister In my eyes he dissed her You know I wasn't havin that shit I clocked his crib and then I planned the hit He lived in the backstreets not to
[Scarface] "In other words I'm heartless dude" "In other words I'm heartless" [x2] [Stretch] Now let me start this, from out the darkness, and rip apart
Living on dreams Living on dreams Living on dreams Living on dreams Don't take it so seriously It'll never happen anyway Revolution in your living room
paper. It’s on the poppin. People wanna know when the album droppin. Start talkin. keep walkin. Flatbush new york and we live for you. Sling for you. My squad
concrete Bangin in the club and bangin it in your jeep Flipmode squad 2001 Wave your hands and rep where you from We keepin it street cuz that’s how we live
out clappin All you whack niggaz be poppin shit y’all niggaz actin Flipmode number 1 squad that make shit happen I’m rippin down shit while y’all other
beef call my attorney All that other wack shit don’t concern me I’m being felt I got a title under my belt I’m out to get the wealth I’m bout my squad
Flipmode Squad by all means I pledge of allegiance With the great feeling of people like the comin' of Jesus While a lot of other niggas don't be telling
DEATH) What we gon' do? (DO IT TO DEATH) What we gon' do? (DO IT TO DEATH) Flipmode Squad, HELL YEAH! How we gon' do? (WE GON' DO IT TO DEATH) Flipmode Squad
be rockin velor now Only the live niggaz really belong now Used to be rich niggaz walk around poor now My niggaz! we doin it like never before now Stack cheddar, headlinin national tours now Flipmode squad
concrete Bangin in the club and bangin it in your jeep Flipmode Squad 2001 Wave your hands and rep where you from We keepin it street cuz that's how we live
I don't wanna live, when you appear take my soul) (Just go, I wanna come home) [Verse One: Royce Da 5'9"] (Amerie) (I don't wanna live) Rather actin
' Black ski mask throwin' shots out a Dodge Magnum Gang bang forever, put the barrel on the head of the devil Wit homicidal intentions, I reign terror On any clique or squad
with It's goin down tonight in the village, and I can see this shit So I'm on the telephone callin up the squad "Get your shit together, nigga, we finna
a real thug And see why, ya bitches get suspicious and peal Slugs, at me, til the day I die, high muthafucker tryin' To think of somethin', other then
this at home kids, I zone with ET's And other alien type of MC's So throw your shit up in the sky 'Cause Redman's about to get live, like one-two-five
That leave MC's, recognizing like Sam Sneed The funkindominal, I bring drama to any rendezvous Rock three-sixty-five, twenty-four, Monday through That other shit, makes them other
I wake up every morning, kiss my wife goodbye Hug my kids, tell em I love em, my mouth, hit the fried I'm out on patrol, in my squad car, do I lay Where
