[Intro: Busta Rhymes, Clinton Sparks]
Yeah Yeah
Ayo we done opened the floodgate for the new New York hot shit to come through bitch
(Turn it up come on, turn it up come on, turn it up come on, turn it up come on)
Flipmode bitch
Get familiar
Labba Labba Labba (New Crack City)
Welcome to Flipmode new recruit Reek da Villian n***a
Spliff get 'em

[Verse 1: Spliff Star, Busta Rhymes, Clinton Sparks]
See I been through the worst, yeah I been through it all
Yeah I live on the battlefield survivin’ the war
See the code of the streets is never talk to the law
Give a fuck if you handcuffed facе down on the floor
Why you whip the gang if you split on your mang
Why you pullin’ guns out when you ain’t gon’ bang? Bitch n***a
Play your part or find yoursеlf in a hole
See the mac gon’ blow, hit your back of your throat
Ain’t no time for debate we on the grind everyday
Give me mines now n***a I could die any day
I put my blood and my sweat in every hustle I get
Near n***as satisfy the [?] perfect (New Crack City n***a)
The real n***as connect
Motherfucker I ride and die for the love of my set
I’m supreme with my team, n***as can’t intervene
Comin’ through this motherfucker like the tattle [?] n***a (Clinton Sparks)
[Chorus: Labba, Busta Rhymes, Reek da Villian]
Squares to the left, gangsters to the right
Real n***as do real things, we all could let it bang
(Turn it up come on, turn it up come on, turn it up come on, turn it up come on)
If we want bang well then we gon’ bang
And if we want slang then we gon’ slang
Squares to the left, gangsters to the right
Real n***as do real things, we all could let it bang
(Turn it up come on, turn it up come on, turn it up come on, turn it up come on)
If we want bang well then we gon’ bang
And if we want slang then we gon’ slang (Reek da Vill' n***a)

[Verse 2: Reek da Villian]
Ma you rollin’ with me shoot like strollin’ with cheese
Be on the dancefloor iced out holdin’ the heat
Have you in the mens’ bathroom showin’ your teeth
Blowin’ Spliff and I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout smokin’ no weed
My n***a Labba behind me with two llamas
They rockin’ some old school and I’m stylin’ in Gucci Pradas
Flipmode runnin’ this shit who’s hotter?
Big thing gang [?] shoe pradas
So go ahead lil’ bitch n***a act tough
Bet you get either beat down or smacked up
Come through your block like A-Team in a black truck
Gats tucked shirt bulgin’ like I got a fat gut
Bang a snake ass n***a soon as he rattle
Bang hard like Shawn Kemp when he played for Seattle
Bang a cross at your lips and pull day to skidaddle
Let ‘em hangers get at you throw a flag up like brap dukes
[Chorus: Labba, Busta Rhymes, Clinton Sparks]
Squares to the left, gangsters to the right
Real n***as do real things, we all could let it bang
(Turn it up come on, turn it up come on, turn it up come on, turn it up come on)
If we want bang well then we gon’ bang
And if we want slang (More exclusive shit) then we gon’ slang
Squares to the left, gangsters to the right
Real n***as do real things (Produced by yours truly)
We all could let it bang
(Turn it up come on, turn it up come on, turn it up come on, turn it up come on)
If we want bang well then we gon’ bang
And if we want slang then we gon’ slang

[Outro: Busta Rhymes, Clinton Sparks]
Shouts out to whole Flipmode (Yeah yeah yeah)
Aftermath
Turn it up (Clinton Sparks) come on
Turn it up come on
Turn it up come on (Yeah, yeah)
Turn it up come on
Get familiar n***as
Get fuckin’ familiar (We Run this shit)