Flipmode Squad - Where You Think You Goin' lyrics

Intro: Yeah, where you think you goin. where you think you goin. Ladies and gentlemen, it Flipmode squad baby. that All you s**er mc Where you think you goin, n***a. come back here. Y Verse 1: baby sham 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 Hotel asks a n***a: "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 permition. I started dissin, hopin you listen. pay attention. Fatheresly. the shadow leads you back to the hood. You wanna switch up because some n***as 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. Verse 2: spliff starr Aiiyo, spliff starr drama. Bullet him to sonna. Type of n***a 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 n***a pushin ! boy. k** emselves like no other. Kid don Cold weather rock the ramma. Lye in front off the jerry d.a. and ya . I represent street n***as, carry heat n***as. Wants to keep n***as. ain I stay tooken. gun but cha scar open. If you f** wit my squad n***a where you think you goin. Corus: Where you think you goin. Where you think you goin. Aiiyo, what you doin n***a. 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 n***a. Where you think you goin. Verse 3: busta rhymes You think that you can run (ha) You think that you can hide (haa) You best believe you still comin. i think you better slide. While you stay b**hin, another n***a missin. Bodies snatch you up.! behold the cream. . Cought in hells kitchen. my trigger fingers itchin. Nervous system That Inslave your mentality. n***a 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 sh**. Pour the tycoon. Blossom and gloom. capture any n***a sober in a little dark room. Ha ha ha ha ha. Verse 4: rah digga Uh oh. you lil league boy i know your beats. You sound bullsh**ely, you rock . Swearin you to ball, when you know you In a studio settin of a reverands track. Boy ! rah gets busy, my sh** be way slaver. Curder rapper ernest like the one slave labour. One first be like the b**h tap oil. Loyal to my n***as. enemies are f**ed around, and riders rappin for you. Spot stays blowin. goin?to the top. Where you think you Pocket stay throwin. smooth like the lowin. Rap chick flowin. Where you think you Chorus Verse 5: rampage I Lyrical expert. Look out before you get hurt. Bury the dirt. line for line. Ramp i be the mastermind. That I know the seven sign. I Losin?snitch like camey fake beggar. Jim baker. i take you Flipmode money-maker, make that k** for this paper. It 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 My squad ke! eps growin. Where you think you goin. Verse 6: lord have mercy Chief gunnin to. Splash rain potters pooves. f** is you. start stand peach. Chuff for choose. Scoffer booves. Now low muscles moves. Smash crew like statue with jungle j**els. Son gets school, wit the dummin crew. Pay double dues. cradle to the graves, hustle grooves. Flesh tissue. d**h kiss you. no love for you. Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh. And me the most wanted fool. Unfriendly in horrical, make power moves. Snatch colors loose. a dollar rule. Raw business sh** 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 f** is wrong wit cha. Where you think you Where you think you Where you think you Chorus (*fades*)