To My People

Lyrics

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes & Rampage] 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 hand 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 hand in the air Ya don't stop 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 hand in the air Ya don't stop [Verse 1: Spliff Star] Uh, straight off the bat My squad is known across the map (So what?) When y'all niggas show love, then we show you love back Y'all niggas want beef, fuck it! Take it to the streets (Uh-huh) Y'all niggas gon' chill, then we sit down and we build My squad finally here, unit of the year (Ah) We settin' up shop and we ain't goin' nowhere We want it all (Hmm) even if we gotta brawl for it (Say what?) We want it all even if you gotta fall for it (That's right) We stage wreckers (Uh), fifty-two car deckers Reppin' to the world (Uh) 'til the law come and get us (Woo!) You jealous fellas, I'm puttin' holes in vendettas (What?) Twist your body (What?) with two shells from a shottie (Pow!) [Verse 2: Baby Sham, Spliff Star & Rampage] Niggas wanna get me touched (Nah, they can't touch you) Shinin' and flossin' too much (Nah, they can't cross you) Light on my toes (Uh), left him ten feet Part from his heat, play it softly The (What?) truth speaks (Uh) through this poetry For me to call shot (What?), cock block my life Add a little spice (Uh), Devil eyes snake rise on dice Have your fam call (What?) Christ, Flipmode battle (Yeah) for mics All my shit be high priced (What?), I'm slashing dikes Feel me (Uh) liftin' thugs out they crease it's quickly Shift two keys (Uh) in two weeks and gross forty G's (What?) Report me and live shortly (Uh), Slouch cat livin' off calibil breeze (What?) You wanna get involved better grip on tight (Uh) Take the next flight (Yeah, huh), we got it locked (Uh) on the next bike (What?) [Verse 3: Rampage] (Check it out, huh) I got the eye of a tiger (Tiger), that's plan to go higher (Higher) My squad is on fire until death do us (Do us, uh) If the label wanna sue us, yo, I'm taking the reels (Reels) I'm the man with the gat that be ready to peel (Peel) I'm the one next to Spliff (Uh) when it's time to ill I'ma show up by astro red cross and blue shields Watch us make a move (Uh), catch us on smokin' groove (Rules) House of blues (Uh), MTV News On the bus with (Uh) my Flipmode loco (Loco), takin' flicks (Uh) Hittin' chicks by the dozen (Dozen), keep a shot runnin' (Uh) Now I'm on a journey (Journey, uh) It take you twenty light years to burn me (Burn me) If you want beef call my attorney All that other (Uh) whack shit don't concern me (Uh!) I'm being felt, I got a title under my belt (Yeah) I'm out to get the wealth (Wealth), I'm bout my squad and myself (Uh) [Chorus: Busta Rhymes & Rampage] To my niggas in the front Ya don't stop To my niggas in the rear Say what? Throw your hands in the air Ya don't stop To my niggas on the left Ya don't stop To my niggas on the right Ya don't stop To my niggas everywhere Say what? Throw your hand in the air Ya don't stop [Verse 4: Rah Digga] Uh, comin' correct for all my Flipmode brothers (Yeah) Stats ratin' higher than that of single mothers (Peace, peace) Peace to my Outz clique, bitches that I bounce with Er'body else get the gas like Auschwitz (Like) Flows for real like a rap bitch should (Yeah) Type takin' niggas out like they packaged goods Rappers wanna contest, they buggin' (Shit...) Straight up and down, we run the underground like H. Tubman (What?) I'm the bomb, bitch, nigga, Rah D-I-G got rhymes God be my, witness, long as I walk this globe I be spittin' more verses than the Book of Job [Verse 5: Busta Rhymes] Why (Why) are you (You) ignoring us (Us) Running (Running) and hiding (Hiding) and avoiding us (Us) Niggas on the low (Low!) be recording us (Us) My rhyme (Re-) flow remain ('Main) poisonous ('Nous) Yo, your shit sound whack, still annoying us (Us) We alive (Hah), nigga ain't no destroying us (Hah) You better off if you come join with us (Hahahahaha...) Perpendicular, or analysing my whole molecular (Hah) In particular, roll with my squad or roll singular I ain't into bitches who fuck animals like caligula More hot shit (Hah) so go get your water sprinkler (Hmm) Fire extinguisher, rhyme prime minister, come on! (Hah) Never mistake me for nobody else (Hoo!) Another blast make you shit on yourself (Hahaha) I hope all of y'all know that I always master the art (Hah) Rip you apart (Hah!), put your hand on my heart (Huh!) Flipmode number one on the chart Solo or collective (Hah), my perspective and objective is to win! All praises due (Hahaha) to my squad one and the same (Hah) Cherish every blessin' I have to make y'all witness my name Burn another calorie (Hah), come inside my galaxy (Hoo!) Put your money where your mouth is, double your salary Hey dude (Hah), you know we stay rude, high on a quelude (Hah) Bust your shit bounce in a Honda Prelude Let's G off (Hah!), nigga ease off, I make you breeze off (Huh!) Break fool, make you rip your jeans off [Chorus: Busta Rhymes & Rampage] To my people everywhere Say what? Throw your hands in the air Ya don't stop To my people in the left Ya don't stop To my people in the right Ya don't stop To my people in the rear Say what? Throw your hands in the air Ya don't stop [Outro: Busta Rhymes & Rampage] To my people in the front Ya don't stop