Sencillo / Pista
To My People
Letras
(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)
Uh, straight off the bat, my squad is known across the map
When y'all niggas show love, then we show you love back
Y'all niggas want beef, fuck it, take it to the streets
Y'all niggas gon' chill, then we sit down and we build
My squad finally here, unit of the year
We settin' up shop and we ain't goin' nowhere
We want it all even if we gotta brawl for it
We want it all even if you gotta fall for it
We stage wreckers, fifty-two car jackers
Represent the ward 'til the Lord come and get us
You jealous fellas, I'm puttin' holes in vendettas
Twist your body with two shells from a shotty
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, left 'em ten feet, part from his heed
Play it softly, the truth speaks through this poetry
For me to call shot, cock block my life
Add a little spice, devil eyes, snake rise on dice
Have your fam call Christ, Flipmode battle for mics
While my shit be high price, I'm slashin' dykes
Feel me, liftin' thugs out they creases quickly
Shift two keys in two weeks and gross forty G's
Report me and live shortly
Slouch cat livin' off calibre breeze
You wanna get involved, better grip on tight
Take the next flight, we got a lock on the next bite
Check it out, huh, I got the eye of a tiger
That's planned to go higher
My squad is on fire until death do us
If the label wanna screw us, yo, I'm takin' the reels
I'm the man with the gat that be ready to peel
I'm the one next to Spliff when it's time to ill
I'm insured by Astra, Red Cross and Blue Shield
Watch us make a move, catch us on Smoke and Groove
House of Blues, MTV News
On the bus with my Flipmode logo
Takin' flicks, hittin' chicks by the dozen
Keepin' shop runnin', now I'm on a journey
It take you twenty light years to burn me
If you want beef, call my attorney
All that other wack shit don't concern me
I'm bein' felt, I got a title under my belt
I'm out to get the wealth, I'm 'bout my squad and myself
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)
Uh, comin' correct for all my Flipmode brothers
Stats rated higher than that of single mothers
Peace to my Ouch clique, bitches that I bounce with
Everybody else get the gas like Auschwitz
Flow surreal like a rap bitch should
Type takin' niggas out like they packaged goods
Rappers wanna contest, they buggin'
Straight up and down, we run the underground like H. Tubman
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
Why are you ignoring us?
Running and hiding and avoiding us?
Niggas on the low be recording us
My rhyme flow remain poisonous
Yo, your shit sound wack, still annoying us
Realize, nigga, ain't no destroying us
You better off if you come join with us
Perpendicular or analysin' my whole molecular
In particular, roll with my squad or roll singular
I ain't into bitches but fuck animals like Caligula
More hot shit to go get your water sprinkler
Fire extinguisher, rhyme prime minister, come on
Never mistake me for nobody else
Another blast make you shit on yourself
I hope all of y'all know that I always mastered the art
Rip you apart, put your hand on my heart
Flipmode number one on the chart
Solo or collective, my perspective and objective is to win
All praises due to my squad, one and the same
Cherish every blessing I have to make y'all witness my name
Burn another calorie, come inside my galaxy
Put your money where your mouth is, double your salary
Hey dude, you know we stay rude, high on a Quaalude
Bustin' shit, bounce in a Honda Prelude
Lex-G off, nigga, ease off, I'll make you breeze off
Break for, make you rip your jeans off
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)
To my people in the front (Ya don't stop)