Yeah, where you think you goin'?
Where you think you goin'?
Ladies and gentlemen, it's the unit for the 9-8
Flipmode Squad baby, that's my word
All you sucker MC's, try to hide this stuff, come back here
Where you think you goin', *****? Come back here
Y'all *****z ain't seein' Jack, ****

Aiiyo, speak the truth
Too short to let it hurt, some talk dirt
And be the first slangin' hertz
Freestylin' of the hum of the birds

Fall back when I shine on my shine, two shows follow behind
It's a ***ked up vehicle, switchin' my lines
Hotel asks a *****, 'Could I share my dimes'
Picture that, when you scared to draw toes, playin' me close

Rollin' with the dogs wearin' yesterdays clothes
Left a fouled sin into my squad without permission
I started dissin', hopin' you listen
Pay attention

Fatheresly, the shadow leads you back to the hood
You wanna switch up because some *****s stalked you up
Or is the fact that they thought you was rollin' with us
Left you all draged like two trains crashin' it up

Aiiyo, 'Spliff Starr' drama, bullet him to sonna
Type of ***** that would sell crack to your mama
Take the cash and give me a bind Marijuana
Check me bound and some turn bull panic

Back in the days, I’m off the drugs like a sonna
***** pushin' boy, kill 'emselves like no other
Kid don’t like Blues brothers, cold weather rock the ramma
Lie in front of the jury, D.A. and ya

I represent street *****s, carry heat *****s
Wants to keep *****s, ain't nothin' but these sweet *****s
I stay token, gun butt cha scar open
If you ***k wit my squad ***** where you think you goin'?

Where you think you goin'?
Where you think you goin'?
Aiiyo, what you doin' *****?
Where you think you goin'?

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

Where you think you goin'?
Where you think you goin'?
Aiiyo, what you doin' *****?
Where you think you goin'?

You think that you can run
You think that you can hide
You best believe you still comin'
I think you better slide
While you stay *****in', another ***** missin'

Bodies snatch you up, behold the cream
Cought in hells kitchen, my trigger fingers itchin'
Nervous system's ***ked up
That's why my nerves twitchin'

Inslave your mentality ***** brain fried
We after you, runnin' sergeon for a free ride
Where you think you goin' son?
We gon' catch you soon

We here to take over this ****
Pour the ty****
Blossom and gloom
Capture any ***** sober in a little dark room
Ha ha ha ha ha

Uh, oh, you lil' league boy I know your beats
You sound ********ely, you rock
Swearin' you to ball, when you know you're wack
In a studio settin' of a reverands track

Boy, Rah gets busy, my **** be way slaver
Curder rapper Ernest like the one slave labor
One first be like the ***** tap oil
Loyal to my *****s Enemies are ***ked around
And riders rappin for you

Spot stays blowin' goin' to the top
Where you think you're goin'
Pocket stay throwin', smooth like the lowin'
Rap chick flowin', where you think you're goin'?

Where you think you goin'?
Where you think you goin'?
Aiiyo, what you doin' *****?
Where you think you goin'?

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

Where you think you goin'?
Where you think you goin'?
Aiiyo, what you doin' *****?
Where you think you goin'?

I'm a hard man at work
Lyrical expert
Look out before you get hurt
Bury the dirt, line for line

Ramp I be the mastermind
That's be full time watch me shine
I know the seven sign
I'm rich and still life is a *****

Losin' snitch like camey fake beggar
Jim Baker I take you're life like the undertaker
Flipmode money maker, make that kill for this paper
It's on the poppin'

People wanna know when the album droppin'
Start talkin' keep walkin'
Flatbush New York and we live for you
Sling for you

My squad struck oil
Now we coppin', platinum things
Diamond rings, nice cosy things
And a party for free

From the tunnel to envy
Ramp's the rugged MC
My squad keeps growin'
Where you think you goin'

Chief gunnin' to splash rain potters pooves
***k is you start stand peach
Chuff for choose, scoffer booves
Now low muscles moves

Smash crew like statue with jungle jewels
Son gets school, wit the dummin' crew
Pay double dues Cradle to the graves, hustle grooves
Flesh tissue, death kiss, you no love for you, oh

And me the most wanted fool
Unfriendly in horrical, make power moves
Snatch colors loose, a dollar rule
Raw business **** in my hands, and shakes yours with it

Till you cause fridget
Local or long distance
Gets master served and crash a burn
Like James Evans when I'm blowin'

***k is wrong wit cha
Where you think you're goin'?
Where you think you're goin'?
Where you think you're goin'?

Where you think you goin'?
Where you think you goin'?
Aiiyo, what you doin' *****?
Where you think you goin'?

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

Where you think you goin'?
Where you think you goin'?
Aiiyo, what you doin' *****?
Where you think you goin'?