Where You Think You Goin’

Lyrics

[Intro: Spliff Star, Rah Digga & Both] Yeeeaaaaaahh! (Where you think you goin'?) Hah, yeah (Where you think you goin'?) Ladies and gentlemen, it's the unit for the '98 (Where you think you goin'?) Flipmode Squad baby, that's right (Where you think you goin'?) All you sucker MCs, duckin' and hidin' stuff (Where y'all niggas goin'?) Come back here, where you think you goin', nigga? Come back here (Where you think you goin'?) Y'all niggas ain't sayin' jack shit! Break you off [Verse 1: Baby Sham] Ayo, speak the truth (Uh), too short to let it hurt Some talk dirt, and be the first slayin' in hertz (What?) Freestylin' off the hum of the birds (Yeah) Fall back when I (Uh) shine on my shine, two shows follow behind (Uh) In some fucked up vehicle (What?), switchin' my lines (Uh) Hotel ask a nigga, "Could I share my dimes?" (Get the fuck outta here) Picture that (Haha), when you scared to draw toast (What?), playin' me close Rollin' with these dogs (What?) wearin' yesterday clothes (Say what?) Left a foul sin into my squad without permission I started dissin' (Uh, what?), hopin' you listen, pay attention (Get it?) Fatherless-ly, the shadow (Uh) leads you back to the hood (What?) You wanna switch up 'cause some niggas stuck you up (Huh? what?) Or is it the fact you thought you was rollin' with us (Uh) Left you on track, like two trains crashin' it up, uh [Verse 2: Spliff Starr] Ayo, Spliff Starr drama, bullpen persona (Eh-heh) Type of nigga that would sell crack to your mama Take the cash (What?) you gave me and buy marijuana Check me boy and some turbo 'pon de corner (Ayy, boy) Back in the days I bubble drugs like a sauna (So what) Make a pussy boy kill hisself like Nirvana (Uh-huh) Get down like goose feathers, cold weather rock the bamma (Uhhh) Lie in front of the jury, D.A., and Your Honour (Huuh) I represent street niggas, carry heat niggas (What?) Play for keeps niggas, ain't nothin' 'bout me sweet, niggas I stay token (Yeah), gun butt your skull open If you fuck with my squad, nigga, where you think you goin'? (Ayy, boy) [Chorus: Spliff Star] Where you think you goin'? Where you think you goin'? Ayo, what you doin', nigga? Where you think you goin'? Where you think you goin'? Where you think you goin'? Ayo, what you movin' for? Where you think you goin'? Where you think you goin'? Where you think you goin'? Ayo, what you doin', nigga? Where you think you goin'? [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes] You think that you can run (Hah), you think that you can hide (Hah) You best believe we still comin', I think you better slide (Hah) While you stay bitchin' (Huh), another nigga missin' (Huh!) Bodies snatch you up, behold, the cream has risen (Hah) Caught in hell's kitchen (Hah), my trigger finger itchin' (Hoo) Nervous system fucked up, that's why my nerves twitchin' (Hah) Enslave your mentality (Hah), nigga brain fried (Hoo) We after you, runnin', searchin' for a free ride (Hah) Where you think you goin', son? We gon' catch you soon (Huh) We here to take over this shit, corporate tycoons ('Coons) (Hah) Blossom and bloom (Hah), capture every nigga throw 'em in a little dark room (Hahahaha) [Verse 4: Rah Digga] Uh (Uh), you Little League boy, I know your breed (Yeah) You sell bullshit weed and rock beat-up fatigues (Like) Swearin' you the bomb, when you know you wack (Uh) In a studio studyin' off a reference track, boy! Rah get busy, my shit be way slaver (Yeah) Cut a rapper Ernest like they went slave labour One verse, be like a bitch tap oil Loyal to my niggas, enemies, I fuck around, and write a rap for you (Hah) Spot stay blowin', glowin' to the top Where you think you goin'? Pocket stay growin', smooth like the lowin' Rap chick holdin', where you think you goin'? [Chorus: Spliff Star & with Rah Digga] Where you think you goin'? Where you think you goin'? Ayo, what you doin', nigga? Where you think you goin'? Where you think you goin'? Where you think you goin'? Ayo, what you movin' for? Where you think you goin'? Where you think you goin'? Where you think you goin'? Ayo, what you doin', nigga? Where you think you goin'? Where you think you goin'? Where you think you goin'? Ayo, what you movin' for? Where you think you goin'? [Verse 5: Rampage] I'm a hard man at work, lyrical (Uh) expert Look out before you get hurt, buried in dirt Line for line (Uh), Ramp, I be the mastermind That's before time (Uh), watch me shine, I know the seventh sign (Uh) I'm rich (Rich), and still life is a bitch You's a snitch like Tammy Faye Bakker (Uh) Jim Baker, I take your life like the (Uh) undertaker Flipmode money-maker (Maker), that kill for this paper It's on and poppin' (Uh), people wanna know when the album droppin' Stop talkin' (Uh), keep walkin' (Walkin') Flatbush, New York, and we live royal (Uh) Slang for you (For you), my squad struck oil (Oil) Now we coppin' platinum things (Things), diamond rings (Rings) Nice (Uh) clothes and things (Things) and a party for free (Uh) From the tunnel to envy, Ramp's the rugged MC My squad (Uh) keeps growin' (Yo, son) where you think you goin'? (Yo, son) [Verse 6: Lord have Mercy] Chief gunnin' through, splash, rain puddle pooves Fuck is you, start stampede, shuffle shoes Scuff up boots, now no muscles move Smash crews like statues with jungle jewels Son gets schooled with the dumbin' crew, pay double dues Cradle to the grave, hustle grooves Flesh tissue, death kiss you, no love for you Oooooooooooh! And me, the most wanted fool, unfriendly and horrible Make power moves, snatch collars loose (The mighty dollar rule) Raw business, shit in my hand and shake yours with it 'Til your cause fridget Local or long distance Gets master served and crash and burn like James Evans when I'm blowin' Fuck is wrong with y'all? Where you think you goin'? Where you think you goin'? Where you think you goin'? [Chorus: Spliff Star] Where you think you goin'? Where you think you goin'? Ayo, what you doin', nigga? Where you think you goin'? Where you think you goin'? Where you think you goin'? Ayo, what you movin' for? Where you think you goin'?