(feat. Flipmode Squad)    [Intro: Busta Rhymes]  Yeah.. it's a problem, Flipmode nigga  We on the highest temperature level of the fucking pressure cooker  Blowing niggas tops, what?  Flipmode up in this bitch, The Rulership Movement nigga  Check it, let me talk, check it, check it     [Busta Rhymes]  There's only one God sonny, and there ain't no replacement  And anybody thinkin different jus get locked in the basement  You know we had to touch the beat cuz the track is dope, nigga  And throw some bullet's at you the size of cantaloupes, nigga  A lotta niggas rollin around like they can't get touched  Even the pope know to stay in bullet proof Benz trucks  Flipmode up in this bitch, ya niggas know we on fire  We hang niggas like old sneakers from telephone wires     [Rampage]  Puerto Rican mami's call me Papi  Cuz they see me in the hood, poppin wheelies on my Kawasaki  Yo they can't stop me, Ramp yo, I'm kinda cocky  I'll break your fucking ribs like I'm playing ice hockey  Bigger than life, extort the game, critically acclaimed  Smack you in your face with my chain  Now I'm ready to go to war like Saddam Hussein  Everybody in the industry know my squad's name     [Chorus 1: Busta Rhymes]  Yo we jus an idiot, and we here to merge somethin  You know what chu dealing with, you know we here to hurt somethin  So stop with the stupid shit, cuz it ain't even worth frontin  Hope you know that you could really end up in the earth cuzin     [50 Cent]  We do this all the time, right now we on the grind   So hurry up and cop and go selling nicks and dimes   Shorty she's so fine, I gotta make her mine   A ass like dat gotta be one of a kind   I crush 'em every time, punch 'em with every line   I'm fuckin with they mind, I make 'em press rewind   They know they can't shine if I'm around the rhyme   Been on parole since ninety four cuz I commit the crime   I say you on my line, I did it three ta nine   If D's ran up in my crib, you know who droppin dimes      [Chorus 2: 50 Cent]  You say you a gangsta but you neva pop nuttin   We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin   You go to the dealership but you neva cop nuttin  You been hustlin a long time and you ain't got nuttin      [Baby Sham]  I know your man, he says that you the bitch stuntin  You don't know how the gun cock to reach somethin  Yeah, I see ya face in ya grill  But it's your conscience itchin to tell you the squad love a mil  Like a forest field, we hunt ta god, it's surreal  Flipmode, cop boy, get your weight up for real, get at 'em     [Chorus 1]     [Chorus 2]      [50 Cent]  Damn homie, in highskewl you was the man, homie   What the fuck happened to you?   I got the sickest vendetta, when it come to the chedda  Nigga you play wit my paper, you gon meet my berretta   Now shorty think I'ma sweat her, sippin on amoretta  I'm hit once than deada, I know I can do betta   She look good but I know she after my chedda   She tryna get in my pockets homie and I ain't gon let her   Be easy, start some bullshit ya get your whole crew wet   We in the club doin the same ol' two step   Guerrilla Unit cuz, they say we bugged out   Cuz we don't go nowhere without toast, we thugged out     [Chorus 2 - repeat 2x]     [50 Cent]  Ah ha!