Ya don't stop to my people in the front   Ya don't stop to my people in the rear   Say what, throw your hands in the air   Ya don't stop to my people on the left      Ya don't stop to my people on the right   Ya don't stop to my people everywhere   Say what, throw your hands in the air   Ya don't stop to my people in New York      Ya don't stop to my people down south   Ya don't stop to my people out west   Say 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 in the air   Ya don't stop      Uh, straight off the bat   My squad is known across the map   When y'all niggas show love   Then we show you love back      Y'all niggas want beef   Fuck it take it to the streets   Y'all niggas gon' chill   Then we sit down and we build      My squad finally here   Unit of the year   We settin' up shop   And we ain't going nowhere      We want it all   Even if we gotta brawl for it   We want it all   Even if you gotta fall for it      We stage wreckers, fifty two car deckers   Reppin' to the world till the law come and get us   You jealous fellas   I'm puttin' holes in vendettas      Twist your body   With two shells from a shottie pow   Niggas wanna get me touched   (Naw, they cant touch you)   Shinin' and flossin' too much   (Naw, they can't cross you)      Light on my toes   Left him ten feet   Part from his heat   Play it softly      The truth speaks through this poetry   For me to call shot   Cock block my life   Add a little spice      Devil eyes snake rise on dice   Have your fam call Christ   Flipmode battle for mics   All my shit be high priced      I'm slashing dikes, feel me   Liftin' thugs out they crease it's quickly   Shift two keys in two weeks   And gross forty g's      Report me and live shortly   Slouch cat livin' off calibil breeze   You wanna get involved   Better grip on tight, take the next flight   We got it locked on the next bike      Check it out   I got the eye of a tiger   That's plan to go higher   My squad is on fire      And till death do us   If the label wanna sue us   Yo I'm taking the reels   I'm the man with the gat that be ready to peel      I'm the one next to Spliff when it's time to ill   I'm a show by astro red cross and blue shields   Watch us make a move   Catch us on smokin' groove      Rules house of blues, MTV news   On the bus with my Flipmode loco   (Loco)   Takin' flicks, hittin' chicks by the dozen   (Dozen)      Keep a shot runnin'   Now I'm on a journey   It take you twenty light years to burn me   (Burn me)   If you want 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 and myself      Ya don't stop to my people in the front   Ya don't stop to my people in the rear   Say what, throw your hands in the air   Ya don't stop to my people on the left      Ya don't stop to my people on the right   Ya don't stop to my people everywhere   Say what, throw your hands in the air   Ya don't stop to my people in New York      Ya don't stop to my people down south   Ya don't stop to my people out west   Say 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 in the air   Ya don't stop      Uhh, comin' correct for all my Flipmode brothers   Stats ratin' higher then that of single mothers   Peace to my Outz clique   Bitches that I bounce with      Everybody else get the gas like Auschwitz   Like, flows for real like a rap bitch should   Type takin' niggas out like they packaged goods   Rappers wanna contest      They buggin', straight up and down   We run the underground like H. Tubman   What, I'm the bomb bitch   Nigga Rah, D I G got Rah      God be my witness   Long as I walk this globe   I be spittin' more verses   Than the 'Book of Job'      Why are you ignoring us   Running into hiding and avoiding us?   Niggas on the low be recording us   My rhyme flow remain poisonous      Thus   Yo your shit sound wack still annoying us   We alive nigga ain't no destroying us   You better off if you come join with us      Perpendicular   Or analyzing my whole molecular   In particular   Roll with my squad or go singular      I ain't into bitches who fuck animals like caligula   More hot shit so get your water sprinkler   Fire extinguisher, rhyme, prime minister   C'mon      Never mistake me for nobody else   Another blast make you shit on yourself   I hope all y'all know that I always master the art   Rip you apart      Put your hand on my heart   Flipmode number one on the charts   Solo or collective   My perspective the objective   Is to win      All praises due to my squad one in the same   Cherish every blessing   I have to make y'all witness my name   Burn another calorie      Come inside my galaxy   Put your money where your mouth is double your salary   Hey dude you know we stay rude high on a aquelude   Bust your shit bouncin' in a Honda Prelude      Let's G off   Nigga ease off   I make you breeze off   Brickfull make you rip your jeans off      Ya don't stop to my people in the front   Ya don't stop to my people in the rear   Say what, throw your hands in the air   Ya don't stop to my people on the left      Ya don't stop to my people on the right   Ya don't stop to my people everywhere   Say what, throw your hands in the air   Ya don't stop to my people in New York      Ya don't stop to my people down south   Ya don't stop to my people out west   Say 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 in the air   Ya don't stop