I'll bust all you cats in the game for malpractice   I'm in Jersey, where I'm paying no taxes   I'll stick your girl, Agnus   Flipmode bring the madness   Platinum status, Rampage I'm the baddest   Check the credit, yo you might as well dead it   I said it, fuck the edit, it's uncut   Nigga what, it's crunch time for me to shine   I'm a show you easily for me to take mine   Pass my nickel plated nine, call me Einstein   Buck a shot two times and stick you for your rhyme   Put you in a pine box   You and your whole family's on detox   Hustlin crack for Reeboks   Holy socks, cut you with my ox   Rampage got the city locked   And your function, to the Flat Bush junction   Causin rambunction, watch me do you somethin      Baby Sham on some new shit   New and exclusive   5'3", Caramel, tight grip on a four fifth   Leave em all stiff, blow smoke from this foul drift   Nigga with the 6 story, throw em off the cliff   As I speak the shit to put my name on the list   The small thug with a slug put a mark on his wrist   A tattoo of pyramids, puttin hollows in clips   Peeped your gat, jammed tight, Ross your lookin to riff, what the fuck?   QB's type shit, cause we runnin your clique   See me in the drop, with your six, sayin she snitched   But never that, 'cause o, high beam through the window   My lookouts move slow, they heard you never blast though   Got a safe in your crib, sham, you know the code   Search, spoke out, 3, 2, 1, that's zero   Took the c notes and flip mode left on the quietest note   Swallowed these then cleared your throat   Bitch ass, you should have spoke      GIMMIE AN F   Fuck the bullshit, fire my gun   Fly a nigga head, fuck it for fun   Fuck where you from   GIMMIE AN L   Layin on beaches, killin all leeches   Love to break a liar face   Pick up the pieces, yo   GIMMIE AN I   Intelligence eliminates all irrelavance   Icon of immaculate rhyme common sense   GIMMIE A P   Powerful professional   Poppin my pistol   Make a pack of people paranoid like 20 pitbulls   GIMMIE AN M   Master of all missions   Maker of decisions   Head on collisions   Massacre the meat rack, ask the women   GIMMIE AN O   Got niggas open, open heart surgery   Rhyme so official, overthrow governments   Shit is nursery   GIMMIE A D   Diggin my dick all inside your chick   Dominate the heavyweight division   Rhymin district   GIMMIE AN E   Everlasting slang   Eternal ebonics   Lyrical e-mail   Stabalize livin in all my economics   SQUAD   Group of men, women   Unified force   Squadron   Movin like one in unison   Beg your pardon      What they call me   A hundred on a Harley   Out of nowhere, and keep you surfin like Brawley   Narley! I'm the bitch with the pistol   Woody Woodpecker or L.L. at the Bristol   Official stand, hold it down in Trent   Then link up at the tunnel with the rest of my camp   Paper like Meade, I'm in the mix like Speed   And be screamin on the mic till my tonsils bleed   Yeah that's the way it is   Like when a kid get chirstened   Like comin to the bricks to find your whip missin   Rockin uptown, on down to west Howston   Houston, peace to my bitches that's boostin   After juicin, I'm a straight black ball a rapper   Tap a nigga's nerves like them hackers   Be goin on the modem, I get the call from the dispatcher   Then show them mother f'ers what I'm after      Yo I back slap a wack mc for trying to be   Something he not, pull his card, blow up his spot   Nigga talkin bout murder but ain't committin one   Niggas talkin bout gats but ain't bustin one   Yo, I see you in the, portrayin like you a thug   Yea, your man got a gatt, but he ain't bustin no slug   You   You's a local black spokesman, I split your front open   Viscious knife wound, fucked up like Ron Goldman   Spliff, I spit, fully equipped for any bullshit   Grew up with the bad and ugly, quick to pull shit   Ignorant, vulgar, on your taperecorder   Idol to your son and probably lover to your daughter   Fatman son, wilted grandson, nephew, Frank the cousin      Uh huh, one more time, uh huh, Spliff, come on   Bust my gun, like Columbians   Make niggas colapse like fucked up lungs      Better obey the laws of the land   Or lay still like soldiers of fortune in Nam   Closed coffin with flags folded in half   Triangular shape, blow out the candles with grace   For fabulous tastes, some will, battle for space   Pay the ultimate price, poltergeist   Put the holy ghost in your life, bring you closer to Christ   Focus your dice, when the vulture's in flight   Resculpture the mic, then smash heads like the opium bite   Prophet in vein, Metropolis claim body and soul   ID's controlled in the optical frame   Never stoppin the game   Remove your squad with steady plans   I body slam punks like Superstar Billy Gramm      Straight spittin, word is bond, Flip Mode Squad, Striaght spittin, Lyrical   Ass Whippin, We straight spittin