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Yeah, yeah, yeah (Get out)

Such a remarkable sound (Get out)

Yeah (Get out of here)

Such a remarkable sound

Flipmode get down, now

Yeah check it out (Get out of here)

Such a remarkable sound

Busta Rhymes (Get out)

Comin· through, get down (Get out)

What·s the deal now (Get out of here)

Yeah, yeah


Are you ready to get on? (Who, me?)

And cause such a reaction that the motha fucka·s go (Ooh wee)

It·s like a group of happy children

Yo, it·s such a feelin·

To see all of my live nigga·s carry on now

Oh see how I be gettin· so passionate

I get a thrill even when I bust my gun off by accident

The God bless glory, success story

Whiteboy Billy put a stash up in my armrest for me

The way I fucks it up, it·s like a fuck-fest for me

I get on last and demolish everything before me

We run shit and that·s a fact now, you·re whack now

And ain·t no fuckin· turnin· back now, so relentless

I won·t even let you niggas finish a fuckin· sentence

Call for my people like a school attendance

And then I strike with a fuckin· vengence

Finger on my trigger

Figure I·ll blast every last one of you bitch niggas


So (Get out)

Bitch nigga just (Get out)

You need to just (Get out of here)

Police·ll try to close the club (Get out)

You really should (Get out)

You need to just (Get out of here)

Bitch, if you ain·t got your own dough (Get out)

You need to just (Get out)

You really should (Get out of here)

If you frontin· like you really live (Get out)

And you know you not (Get out)

You need to just (Get out of here)


The one world alliance

Flipmode the most reliant for the thorough guidance

On how to get most of this money like a secret science

Only the live nigga·s allowed, there·s nothin· you can do

Frontin· with your crew while you talkin· to corny bitches too

Nevertheless, address the cheddar for the treasure chest

And bless the spot before the thugs protest, one time

I hope y·all know just what the motherfuck you dealin· with

With so much platinum for the street, you thought I was a silversmith

We phat now, so look at how we brought it back now

And made it possible for street niggas to hold a stack now

And become the wealthiest, healthiest

And bring the fire that will reach about 1000 degrees celsius

Hold on, banker·s money better roll on, or sing a broke folk song

My nigga·s so long he paid with a big brim hat, just like a lampshade

And bounce, wildin· in the truck, the joints my nigga Ramp made

We be them new millennium prime time niggas

Walk a fine line, niggas sippin fine wine niggas

Now, if you cross the line and fuck around them blind niggas

With so much pressure it·s like we did the illest crime, nigga

What? You know I·m like a loco man, noble man

Turned global man, rippin· bi-coastal like a postal man

And when we come, you know we came to get it

And what you need to do is bounce if you ain·t fuckin· with it


So (Get out)

Bitch nigga just (Get out)

You need to just (Get out of here)

Police·ll try to close the club (Get out)

You really should (Get out)

Please just (Get out of here)

Bitch, if you ain·t got your own dough (Get out)

You need to just (Get out)

You really should (Get out of here)

And if you frontin· like you really lïve (Get out)

And you know you not (Get out)

You really should (Get out of here)


Get out, get out, get out of here