Artist: Flipmode Squad
Album: The Imperial
Song: To My People

[Busta Rhymes] chorus-extended
[Rampage] You dont Stop
To my people in the front (You dont stop)
To my people in the rear (Say what)
Throw your hands in the air (You dont stop)
To my people on the left (You dont Stop)
To my people on the right (You dont stop)
To my people everywhere (Say what)
Throw your hand in the air (You dont stop)
To my people in NewYork (You dont stop)
To my people down south (You dont Stop)
To my people out west (Say What)
Throw your hand in the air (You dont Stop)
To my hiphop niggas (You dont stop)
To my niggas in the street (You dont stop)
To my niggas getting money (Say what)
Throw your hand in the air (You dont stop)

[Spliff Star]
Uh
straight off the back my squad is known across the map
When Yall niggas show love then we show you love back
Yall niggas want beef
Fuck it take it to the streets
Yall niggas gone chill
Then we sit down and we bill
My squad finally here, unit of the year
We settin up shop and we aint going nowhere
We want it all even if we got to brawl for it
We want it all even if you got to fall for it
We stay drinkers
52 card deckers
Represent the war 'till the Lord come and get us
You jealous fellas
Im putin holes in for debters (what)
Kiss your body, with 2 shells from a shotty (PoW)Baby Sham
Niggas want to get me touched..(Nah they cant touch you)
Shining and flossing too much..(Nah they cant cross you)
Light on my toes, left him ten feet
Par from his heat
Play it softly
The truth speaks through this poetry
For me to call shot, you cop blocked 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
Im slashing dykes
Feel me
Lifting thugs out there creases quickly
Shift two keys in two weeks and gross forty G's
Report me and live shortly
Slouch cat living off calable breeds
You want to get involved better grip on tight
Take the next flight, we got it locked on the next bite

[Rampage]
Check it out
I got the eye of a tiger, thats planned to go higher
My squad is on fire
And till death do us
If the lable want to screw us
Yo im taking the reals
Im the man with the gat that be ready to peal
Im the one next to Spliff when its time to ill
Im insured by astro redcross and blue shield
Watch us make a move
Catch us on Smoking Groove
House Of Blues
Mtv News
On the bus with my Flipmode logo, taking flicks
Hitting chicks by the dozen
Keeping shop running
Now im on a journey
It'll take you twenty light years to burn me
If you want beef, call my attorney
All that other wack shit dont concern me
Im being felt
I got a title under my belt
Im out to get the wealth
Im about my squad and myself

Chorus

[Rah Digga]
Uh Coming correct for all my Flipmode brothers
Stats rating higher than that of single mothers
Peace to my Outz clique
Bitches that I bounce with
Everybody else get the gas like Auschwitz
Flows for real like the rap bitch should
Tight taking niggas out like they packaged goods
Rappers want to contest, they buggin
Straight up and down, we run the underground like H.Tubman
Im the bomb bitch
Nigga Rah
D
I
G got robbed
God be my
Witness
Long as I walk this globe
I be spitting more verses than the Book of Jobe

[Busta Rhymes]
Why are you ignoring us (us)
Running and hiding and avoiding us (us)
Niggas on the low be recording us (us)
My rhyme flow remain poisonous (nous)
Yo your shit sound wack still annoying us (us)
Realize nigga aint no destroying us (us)
Your better off if you come join with us (ha ha ha haa)
Perpendicular
Who analyzing my whole molecular
In particular
Roll with my squad I roll singular
I aint into bitches who fuck animals like Caligula
More hot shit so go get your water sprinkler
Fire extinguisher
Rhyme prime minister
Come on!
Never mistake me for nobody else (hoo)
Another blast make you shit on your self (aha ha ha haa)
I hope all of yall know that I always master the art (ha)
Rip you apart (Ha)
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 in the same
Cherrish every blessing I have to make yall witness my name
Burn another calorie (ha)
Come inside the galaxy (hoo)
Put your money where your mouth is, double your salary
Hay dude you know we stay rude
How and a qwelude
Bust your shit, bounce in a Honda Prelude
Lets G off
Nigga ease off
I'll make you brease or
Break fold, make you rip your jeans off

Chorus