Hurricane's in the house..      [lord have mercy]   Land-lord, up in the house *come get it*   Rah digga, up in the house *come get it*   Rampage, up in the house *come get it*   What? baby come get it (rah: what? nigga come get it)      Chorus: lord have mercy, rah digga      L: turn the heat up   Cause we about to creep up *come get it*   L: it's off the meter   Plus we tear the street up *come get it*   R: ladies g'd up, what?    Don't smoke the weed up *come get it*   L: what? baby come get it (rah: what? nigga come get it)      [rah digga]   Check it, I come in sweeter than la femme nikita   Be all up in your hood like I'm a c&c two liter   The little honey that be doin her she thing   On some mya shit, like "it's all about me" see?    I bleed things, blunt slicer on my keyrings   Bra top, lots of g-strings, havin weed dreams   I'd be queen if this the 1900's   Cause niggaz gon get it, and e'rybody want it   I'm totin bags, eyes redder than a photo lab   The spins on your single, won't even top my promo ad   Hard drops quicker than jackers at the car lots   Couldn't get no harder if you went to school of hard knocks   The grimy bitch, sometime be punchliney bitch   So don't make me go there! (*starts singing to "the p is free"*)   Because the groupies are free, but the rhymes cost money..   Oh yeah!!      Chorus 2x      [rampage]   All my flipmode niggaz just bounce to this   All my rampage niggaz just bounce to this   All my hurricane niggaz just bounce to this   All my niggaz if you with me just, bounce with this   Okay, this is how it goes, pimpin all you, hoes   Catch em outside the shows, time to get the dough   Up in the studio, smokin the hydro   Writin the hot shit, you waitin for me to go   Threw on the ram' bounce, just shakin yo' ass yo   Bump this in your lex coupe or your expo'   Flipmode squad, we the ones in them videos   Catch us with the fly shit, but you don't hear me doe   Rampage, professional, just move your feet   We bout to make you do the jerk, get out your seats   Seven days a week and we the squad that don't sleep   Catch me in the street I'm on the midnight creep, so what?       Chorus 2x      [lord have mercy]   I walk the path, that allah made, +smooth+, like sade   Got pickup tracks -- high-beam with the fog rays   International capital, checks cashed in full   Damage your hood, natural, spend grands for goods   Traditional niggaz know -- scream on these players like   Dj call in some mo', invincible pretty flow   Grammar god, swing like gold from panama   Twenty-four carat charms, with smooth cuts like sarah vaughn   Here we go, here we go -- attitude   Spit the vocals hotter than soul food from baton rouge   Come, sharp-tongued like malcolm, on any album   Some got chrome like sly stone, what you about son?    Here it is, here it is -- handcraft the raw   Who the boss? human torch any fantastic four   Player, I be a point guard, controllin things   In the 4th quarter, it's all water like holdin springs      Chorus 2x      Dj hurricane in the place baby c'mon   Flip--mode, up in the spot baby c'mon   Ram--page, up in the place baby c'mon   Rah, digga up in the house baby c'mon   Lord have mercy in the place baby c'mon   Busta rhymes is in the house baby c'mon   Whylin out, for the night yeah c'mon   Hollis crew, represent baby c'mon   Dj hurricane represent baby c'mon   All the ladies c'mon, shake it baby c'mon   All the females c'mon, shake it baby c'mon..