Rah Digga
Betta Stay Up In Your House
[Intro: Busta Rhymes & Curtis Mayfield]
Yea, I know it's kinda cold outside
Bring your nasty a** inside
Play yourself a dark corner motherf**ker, yea
Eddie you should know better
Brother, you know you're wrong

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes & Rah Digga]
Come on, can't stop, won't stop, rockin' for you n***as
Cause I rep the street like Johnnie Cochran for you n***as
And I, got a state gun c*ckin' for you n***as
Twenty-one legal gun shots poppin' for you n***as
And I, blow tones, more force than cyclones
Sh*t is on everytime I catch a Ron Jones
Thug b*t*h, 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 n***as ain't sayin' nothin'
N***as be frontin' and knowin' they ain't really weighin' nothin'
Betta stop 'fore we pop and really get to sprayin' something
Flood it up whip it up smoke it up blooded up
N***as straight tryin' to brake, I tell 'em shut it up
I spit the ill for real, ain't nothin' b***ered up
Flipmode doin' it everybody love it up

[Hook]
East coast, what up? West coast, what up?
Midwest, what up? Dirty South, what up?
All my chickenheads, put it in your mouth
It's Flipmode, better stay up in your house
All my thugs, what up? Thug b*t*hes, what up?
Street n***as, what up? Stack riches, no doubt
We got the block locked take another route
It's Flipmode, better stay up in your house
My n***as HOOK

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes & Rah Digga]
Dirtiest, wordiest, Jersey it's
Wetter than the Nile, I stalk like pedophiles
Nobody gets saved when I bless the child
Gettin' eight like snapper you too fessed to vow
Hold up run on get up come on
Ahhooo! And put every single n***a where I'm from on
B*t*hes all in the spot go head and get your fun on
N***as keepin' it movin' go head and get your thug on
What on earth possesed y'all to try a lil'
Drunk lil' high Big heads in the sky
Make n***as straight cry without Mo' and Dry
Take it down homeboy got bigger fish to fry
F**k that other n***a Rush that sucker n***a
N***as love the way we sound up on another Digga
Hot D but I got another younger brother bigger
Digga pa** me the Henny so I can take another swigger
[Hook]
East coast, what up? West coast, what up?
Midwest, what up? Dirty South, what up?
All my chickenheads, put it in your mouth
It's Flipmode, better stay up in your house
All my thugs, what up? Thug b*t*hes, what up?
Street n***as, what up? Stack riches, no doubt
We got the block locked take another route
It's Flipmode, better stay up in your house
My n***as HOOK

[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes & Rah Digga]
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 f**kin' with me?
Top n***as better give props n***a
'Fore you get dropped f**k around and get your sh*t popped n***a
Flip-flop n***as, you could really get your sh*t mopped
Or left to lay up in a pit stop n***a
Spillin' it feelin' it killin' it come on!
The hardest MC don't want flex no more
Make it hot everytime I rock, rest a**ured
Sh*t'll have that who could rock the raw best award, n***a
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 n***as took it up
In and outta big figgas while me and Digga cook it up
[Hook]
East coast, what up? West coast, what up?
Midwest, what up? Dirty South, what up?
All my chickenheads, put it in your mouth
It's Flipmode, better stay up in your house
All my thugs, what up? Thug b*t*hes, what up?
Street n***as, what up? Stack riches, no doubt
We got the block locked take another route
It's Flipmode, better stay up in your house
My n***as HOOK