Get Out!!

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Such a remarkable sound

Yeah

Such a remarkable sound

Flipmode get down now

Yeah, check it out

Such a remarkable sound

Busta Rhymes comin' through, get down

What's the deal now? Yeah, yeah

Are you ready to get on? (Who? Me?)

And cause such a reaction that the motherfuckers go

(Ooh-wee)

It's like a group of happy children

Yo, it's such a feelin'

To see all of my live **** carry on now

Oh, see how I be gettin' so passionate

I get a thrill even when I bust my gun off my accident

The God bless glory success story

White boy Billy put a stash up in my arm rest for me

The way I fucks it up, it's like a fuck-fest for me

I get on last and demolish everything before me

We run shit and that's a fact now, you're whack now

And ain't no fuckin' turnin' back now, so relentless

I won't even let you **** finish a fuckin' sentence

Call for my **** like a school attendance

And then I strike with a fuckin' vengeance

Finger on my trigger

Figure I'll blast every last one of you bitch ****

So (Get out)

Bitch ****, just (Get out)

You need to just (Get out of here)

Police'll try to close the club (Get out)

You really should (Get out)

You need to just (Get out of here)

Bitch, if you ain't got your own dough (Get out)

You need to just (Get out)

You really should (Get out of here)

If you frontin' like you really like (Get out)

And you know you not (Get out)

You need to just (Get out of here)

The one world alliance

Flipmode the most reliant for the thorough guidance

On how to get most of this money like a secret science

Only the live **** allowed, there's nothin' you can do

Frontin' with your crew while you talkin' to corny bitches too

Nevertheless, address the cheddar for the treasure chest

And bless the spot before the thugs protest one time

I hope y'all know just what the motherfuck you dealin' with

With so much platinum for the street, you thought I was a silversmith

We phat now, so look at how we brought it back now

And made it possible for street **** to hold a stack now

And become the wealthiest, healthiest

And bring the fire that will reach about a thousand degrees Celsius

Hold on, banker's money better roll on

Or sing a broke folk song

My **** so long he paid with a big brim hat

Just like a lampshade

And bounce, wilding in the truck the joints my **** Ramp made

We be them new millennium prime time ****

Walk a fine line, **** sippin' fine wine ****

Now if you cross the line and fuck around them blind ****

With so much pressure it's like we did the illest crime, ****

What? You know I'm like a local man, noble man

Turned global man, rippin' bi-coastal like a postal man

And when we come, you know we came to get it

And what you need to do is bounce if you ain't fuckin' with it

So (Get out)

Bitch ****, just (Get out)

You need to just (Get out of here)

Police'll try to close the club (Get out)

You really should (Get out)

Please just (Get out of here)

Bitch, if you ain't got your own dough (Get out)

You need to just (Get out)

You really should (Get out of here)

If you frontin' like you really live (Get out)

And you know you not (Get out)

You really should (Get out of here)

Get out, get out, get out of here

Get out, get out, get out of here