[Busta Rhymes]   Flip Mode, Funk Flex Volume 3!      [Rampage]   It's like battle of the stars, spittin' bars   Foreign cars, never been to Mars   I'm the wizard of Oz, down to the yellow brick road   Flip Mode! Yo, we got this shit blowed   98 platinum an' the gold   I'm a dissector, 15 on the richter   Yo they owe me publishin' at Elektra   Don't let the Ramp wretch ya, I'm-a catch ya   My squad bring the pressure, new trend setter   Watch me get this cheddar, my life is gettin' better, WHA!      [Baby Sham]   Let me find out niggaz poppin' shit from the mouth   Post-ponin' some two macs that's spittin' from the holsters   You feel this 'cause you chose this   I split wigs like the ocean, respect Moses   More clips to spit, Flip Mode runnin' this shit   So bounce to this, rollie on wrist    My platinum shit half wit' sin   See me in the club by the door bulgin' in   Rockin' the lin, my waves spin tight, dark skin   Baby Sham spittin' all in the mix on foul blends   Unhh...uhhh...      CHORUS:   [Busta] What ya'll niggaz wanna do right now?   [Flip Mode] We wanna do it again, we wanna do it again   [Busta] I..say...what my Flip Mode unit wanna do now?   [Flip Mode] We wanna do it again, again again and again   [Busta] I...say...do that shit   [Flip Mode] I say do that shit   [Busta] Uh-do that real live shit   [Flip Mode] Uh do that real live shit!   [Busta] You know we comin' through shit   [Flip Mode] You know we comin' thru shit   [Busta] Ay-yo we here to rule shit!   [Flip Mode] Ay-yo we here to rule shit!      [Rah Digga]   What?! You like the hooptie that ain't been test driven   I say fresh spittin', less stricken and cess ridden, WHAT?   Watch 'mira' mack the steez   Then I cut a bitch clean like I was Latin Queens   Digga on the track watch the sales quadruple   Flex like I'm feelin' it, red like my poo-poo!   Some shit with Fendi type galoshes   On some Rah-shit wit' real estate where the Taj is   Fuckin' with the Outz on the pre-product   Had this other click once but they reefer sucked   Well, time to blaze watch how I swing   'cause I be mad like Max and merciless like Ming      [Spliff Star]   Interception, throw the microphone in my direction   Let me step to these pussies raw dog wit' no protection   Strokin' dem until they bleed and they can't breathe   Run up in they click with ten terrorizing theives   Ya'll niggaz is twat, my squad form like SWAT   Spliff Star comin' through ya like it or not   High off pot, make it hot like a coke plot   Refuse to lose, we keeps the flock, I'm earnin' my props, WHAT!      CHORUS      [Lord Have Mercy]   Ay-yo fuck dem and everything they love on this Earth   Keep 'em runnin' from birth til' the jet black bubble cris Hurst   And run a stick turf wit' double his purse   Hustlin' curse like pastors who got guns in the church   Ones in the church...hmmm...rum in the church   Dark, kissin' a worm til' they jugular burst   Speak last rites then kick the dust on them first   Kemosabe! Your arms too short to box with me   (For-geddit) Call shots wit' me (for-geddit)   Laugh now cry later, I kill beef like mad cow   My rhyme blaze up for nine acres...      [Busta Rhymes]   ...get lucci, sport Gucci and stack papers   Tell me what's wrong nigga got yo face bent up   Beats fuck your head up even got yo mind messed up   Step up, I love when bitches get fly and dress up   (HA! What!) You best believe I (HA!) tear the rest up   When you finish clean the mess up, press up   Metaphor acid burn yo chest up   Who's the next up to be the fool to get the boxcutter X-er   Throwin' me off, you still be in labor, TURN Funkmaster Flex-uh!      [CHORUS]      [Funkmaster Flex] ...yeah, aaight? Busta Rhymes, Flip Mode Squad!   60 minutes! Flavor... Big shout to Monica for understandin' how    the Funk flex...Yeah...what the deal.