Betta Stay Up In Your House (feat. Rah Digga)

Yeah, I know it's kinda cold outside

Bring your nasty ass inside

(Eddie, you should know better)

Play yourself a dark corner motherfucker, yeah

(Brother, you know you're wrong)

Come on, can't stop, won't stop rockin' for you ****

'Cause I rep the street like Johnie Cochran for you ****

And I gotta a state gun cockin' for you ****

Twenty-one legal gun shots poppin' for you ****

And I blow tones, more force than cyclones

Shit is on every time I catch a Ron Jones

Thug bitch, rock boots and hoops with rhinestones

Got the key to the city and run the crime zone

Now, come on, take something, shake something, break something

Stop, close your shop, you **** ain't sayin' nothin'

**** be frontin' and knowin' they ain't weighin' nothin'

Better stop 'fore we pop and really get to sprayin' somethin'

Flood it up, whip it up, smoke it up, blooded up

**** straight tryna brake, I tell 'em, shut it up

I spit the ill for real, ain't nothin' buttered up

Flipmode, doin' it, everybody, love it up

East Coast, what up?

West Coast, what up?

Midwest, what up?

Dirty South, what up?

All my chicken heads, put it in your mouth, what up?

It's Flipmode, better stay up in your house, what up?

All my thugs, what up?

Thug bitches, what up?

Street ****, what up?

Stack riches, no doubt

We got the block locked, take another route, what up?

It's Flipmode, better stay up in your house, what up?

My **** HOOK

Dirties, wordiest, Jersey it's

Wetter than a mile, I stalk like pedophiles

Nobody gets saved when I bless the child

Gettin' eight like snapper, you too fessed to vow

Hol' up, run on, get up, come on

And put every single **** where I'm from on

Bitches all in the spot, go 'head and get your fun on

**** keepin' it movin', go 'head and get your thug on

What on earth possessed y'all to try a lil'

Drunk, lil' high, big heads in the sky

Make **** straight cry without Mo' and Dry

Take it down, homeboy, got bigger fish to fry

Fuck that other ****, rush that sucker ****

**** love the way we sound up on another Digga

Hot D but I got another younger brother bigger

Digga, pass me the Henny so I can take another swigger

East Coast, what up?

West Coast, what up?

Midwest, what up?

Dirty South, what up?

All my chicken heads, put it in your mouth, what up?

It's Flipmode, better stay up in your house, what up?

All my thugs, what up?

Thug bitches, what up?

Street ****, what up?

Stack riches, no doubt

We got the block locked, take another route, what up?

It's Flipmode, better stay up in your house, what up?

Switch it up like Ak-Nel while you hit a dry spell

Cats like you get no reply on the Skytel

Hate y'all, raps like Eminem hate  Britney

Bonafide MC, who fuckin' with me?

Top **** better give props, ****

'Fore you get dropped, fuck around and get your shit popped, ****

Flip-flop ****, you could really get your shit mopped

Or left to pay up in a pit stop, ****

Spillin' it, feelin' it, killin' it, come on

The hardest MCs don't want  flex no more

Make it hot every time I rock, rest assured

Shit'll have that, who could rock the raw best award, ****?

Look it up, cook it up, shook it up, book it up

When we rock, you shouldn't watch promoters, nook it up

Raise the level a little, you know my **** took it up

In and outta big figgas while me and Digga cook it up

East Coast, what up?

West Coast, what up?

Midwest, what up?

Dirty South, what up?

All my chicken heads, put it in your mouth, what up?

It's Flipmode, better stay up in your house, what up?

All my thugs, what up?

Thug bitches, what up?

Street ****, what up?

Stack riches, no doubt

We got the block locked, take another route, what up?

It's Flipmode, better stay up in your house, what up?