Flipmode Squad - Where You Think You Goin' Lyrics

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Yeah where you think you goin'?

Where you think you goin'?

Ladies and gentlemen it's the unit for the 9-8

Flipmode squad baby that's my word

All you sucker mc's try to hide this stuff come back here

Where you think you goin' nigga? come back here

Y'all niggaz ain't seein' jack shit

Aiiyo speak the truth

Too short to let it hurt some talk dirt

And be the first slangin' hertz

Freestylin' of the hum of the birds

Fall back when i shine on my shine two shows follow behind

It's a fucked up vehicle switchin' my lines

Hotel asks a nigga "could i share my dimes"

Picture that when you scared to draw toes playin' me close

Rollin' with the dogs wearin' yesterdays clothes

Left a fouled sin into my squad without permission

I started dissin' hopin' you listen

Pay attention

Fatheresly the shadow leads you back to the hood

You wanna switch up because some niggas stalked you up

Or is the fact that they thought you was rollin' with us

Left you all draged like two trains crashin' it up

Aiiyo 'spliff starr' drama bullet him to sonna

Type of nigga that would sell crack to your mama

Take the cash and give me a bind marijuana

Check me bound and some turn bull panic

Back in the days i?m off the drugs like a sonna

Nigga pushin' boy kill 'emselves like no other

Kid don?t like blues brothers cold weather rock the ramma

Lie in front of the jury d.a. and ya

I represent street niggas carry heat niggas

Wants to keep niggas ain't nothin' but these sweet niggas

I stay token gun butt cha scar open

If you fuck wit my squad nigga where you think you goin'?

Where you think you goin'?

Where you think you goin'?

Aiiyo what you doin' nigga?

Where you think you goin'?

Where you think you goin'?

Where you think you goin'?

Aiiyo what you movin' for?

Where you think you goin'?

Where you think you goin'?

Where you think you goin'?

Aiiyo what you doin' nigga?

Where you think you goin'?

You think that you can run

You think that you can hide

You best believe you still comin'

I think you better slide

While you stay bitchin' another nigga missin'

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Bodies snatch you up behold the cream

Cought in hells kitchen my trigger fingers itchin'

Nervous system's fucked up

That's why my nerves twitchin'

Inslave your mentality nigga brain fried

We after you runnin' sergeon for a free ride

Where you think you goin' son?

We gon' catch you soon

We here to take over this shit

Pour the tycoon

Blossom and gloom

Capture any nigga sober in a little dark room

Ha ha ha ha ha

Uh oh you lil' league boy i know your beats

You sound bullshitely you rock

Swearin' you to ball when you know you're wack

In a studio settin' of a reverands track

Boy rah gets busy my shit be way slaver

Curder rapper ernest like the one slave labor

One first be like the bitch tap oil

Loyal to my niggas enemies are fucked around

And riders rappin for you

Spot stays blowin' goin' to the top

Where you think you're goin'

Pocket stay throwin' smooth like the lowin'

Rap chick flowin' where you think you're goin'?

Where you think you goin'?

Where you think you goin'?

Aiiyo what you doin' nigga?

Where you think you goin'?

Where you think you goin'?

Where you think you goin'?

Aiiyo what you movin' for?

Where you think you goin'?

Where you think you goin'?

Where you think you goin'?

Aiiyo what you doin' nigga?

Where you think you goin'?

I'm a hard man at work

Lyrical expert

Look out before you get hurt

Bury the dirt line for line

Ramp i be the mastermind

That's be full time watch me shine

I know the seven sign

I'm rich and still life is a bitch

Losin' snitch like camey fake beggar

Jim baker i take you're life like the undertaker

Flipmode money maker make that kill for this paper

It's on the poppin'

People wanna know when the album droppin'

Start talkin' keep walkin'

Flatbush new york and we live for you

Sling for you

My squad struck oil

Now we coppin' platinum things

Diamond rings nice cosy things

And a party for free

From the tunnel to envy

Ramp's the rugged mc

My squad keeps growin'

Where you think you goin'

Chief gunnin' to splash rain potters pooves

Fuck is you start stand peach

Chuff for choose scoffer booves

Now low muscles moves

Smash crew like statue with jungle jewels

Son gets school wit the dummin' crew

Pay double dues cradle to the graves hustle grooves

Flesh tissue death kiss you no love for you oh

And me the most wanted fool

Unfriendly in horrical make power moves

Snatch colors loose a dollar rule

Raw business shit in my hands and shakes yours with it

Till you cause fridget

Local or long distance

Gets master served and crash a burn

Like james evans when i'm blowin'

Fuck is wrong wit cha

Where you think you're goin'?

Where you think you're goin'?

Where you think you're goin'?

Where you think you goin'?

Where you think you goin'?

Aiiyo what you doin' nigga?

Where you think you goin'?

Where you think you goin'?

Where you think you goin'?

Aiiyo what you movin' for?

Where you think you goin'?

Where you think you goin'?

Where you think you goin'?

Aiiyo what you doin' nigga?

Where you think you goin'?

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