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Where You Think You Goin'

Flipmode Squad (Starring Busta Rhymes, Rampage, Spliff Star, Rah Digga, Baby Sham & Lord Have Mercy)•Audio Oficial (YouTube API)

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Yeah!

Where you think you goin'?

Ladies and gentlemen

It's the Unit for the nine-eight

Flipmode Squad, baby

That's right, all you sucker MCs

Duckin' and hidin' and stuff

Come back here

Where you think you goin', nigga?

Come back here

Y'all niggas ain't sayin' jack shit

Break you off

Ayo, speak the truth (Uh), too short to let it hurt

Some talk dirt and be the first layin' in hearse (What?)

Freestylin' off the hum of the birds (Yeah), fall back (Uh)

Wanna shine on my shine, do shows, follow behind

In some fucked up vehicle, switchin' my lines (Uh-huh)

Hotel ask a nigga could I share my dimes

Picture that, when you scared to draw toast (What?), playin' me close

Rollin' with these dogs (What?), wearin' yesterday clothes

They left a foul scent, enter my Squad without permission

I started dissin' (Uh, what?), hopin' you listen, pay attention

Follow this lead, this shadow leads you back to the hood (Uh)

You wanna switch up 'cause some niggas stuck you up (Uh, what?)

Or is it the fact you thought you was rollin' with us? (Huh?)

Left you off track like two trains crashin' it up

Ayo, Spliff Star drama, bullpen persona (Uh-huh)

Type of nigga that will sell crack to your mama

Take the cash she gave me and buy marijuana

Check me, boy, it's some turbo 'pon de corner

Back in the days, I bubble drugs like a sauna (So what?)

Make a pussy boy kill himself like Nirvana (Uh-huh)

Get down like goose feathers, cold weather, rock the bomber (Huh?)

Lie in front of the jury, D.A., and Your Honor (Uh-huh)

I represent street niggas, carry heat niggas (What?)

Play for keep niggas, ain't nothin' 'bout me sweet, niggas

I stay totin', gun butt your skull open

If you fuck with my Squad, nigga

Where you think you goin'? (Ayy, bwoy)

Where you think you goin'? Where you think you goin'?

Ayo, what you doin', nigga? Where you think you goin'?

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Ayo, what you movin' for? Where you think you goin'?

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Ayo, what you doin', nigga? Where you think you goin'?

You think that you can run? (Huh) You think that you can hide? (Hide)

You best believe we still comin', I think you better slide (Ha)

While you stay bitchin' (Huh), another nigga missin' (Huh)

Bodies snatch you up, behold, the cream has risen (Ha)

Caught in Hell's Kitchen (Ha), my trigger finger itchin' (Huh)

Nervous system fucked up, that's why my nerve twitchin' (Ha)

Enslaved your mentality (Ha), nigga brain fried (Huh)

We after you, runnin', searchin' for a free ride (Ha)

Where you think you goin', son? We gon' catch you soon (Huh)

We here to take over this shit, corporate tycoons (Ha)

Blossom and bloom, capture every nigga

Throw 'em in a little dark room (Hahahaha)

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 the studio studyin' off a reference track (Boy)

Boy Rah get busy, my shit be way flavor (Yeah)

Cut a rapper's earnings like they was slave labor

One verse be like a bitch tap oil

Enemies, I fuck around and write a rap for you (Ha)

Spot stay glowin', goin' to the top

Where you think you goin'?

Pockets stay growin', smooth like the low end

Rap shit hoein', 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'?

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'?

I'm a hard man at work, lyrical expert (Uh)

Look out before you get hurt, buried in dirt

Line for line (Uh), Ram', I be the mastermind

That's before time (Uh), watch me shine, I know the seven signs (Uh)

I'm rich (Rich), and still life is a bitch

You's a snitch like Tammy Faye Bakker (Uh), Jim Bakker

I take your life (Uh) like the 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), flame broil (Broil), my Squad struck oil (Oil)

Now we coppin' platinum things (Things), diamond rings (Rings)

Nice clothes and things (Things), and the party for free (Uh)

From the Tunnel to N.V., Ramp's the rugged MC

My Squad keeps growin' (Uh), where you think you goin'?

Chief gunnin' through, splash rain puddle pools

Fuck is you? Start stampede, shuffle shoes

Scuff up boots, now no muscles move

Smash crews like statues with jungle jewels

Some get schooled with the dumb and cruel, pay double dues

The cradle to the grave hustle brews

Flesh tissue, death kiss you, no love for you

You 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 corpse rigid, local or long distance

Get smashed and 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'?

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'?

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Where You Think You Goin'

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