[Verse 1: Labba]
Came in the game off skill and [?]
Came in the game, listening to Caine
Ain't no half stepping, n***as now a days use [?] as weapons
The streets [?]
Bow down, fat man is penning
[?] been a legend
Brooklyn, n***a, my [?] been a legend
When it come to the scope, [?]
Me and my gang, we got them yams
Think you the man, because you got a thousand grams?
Understand
When it comes to the T-shirt [?], that's just a part of my llife
And them fat boys, when they pull they gun, I make sure I don't run
'Cause

[Chorus: Labba & Busta Rhymes]
Flipmode, we stay on our mission
Flip birds on foreign land, we ain't trippin
We the bosses of the bosses, [?]
What up, what up, n***a?
[?]
What up, what up, n***a?
What up, what up?
Flipmode, we stay on our mission
Flip birds on foreign land, we ain't trippin
We the bosses of the bosses, [?]
What up, what up, n***a?
[?]
What up, what up, n***a?
What up, what up?
[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
Now tell me, why y'all n***as always do what you do?
To yourself, just to come and get fucked up where they can smash everything up in the visinity
No matter what you think of me, I can give a fuck about a critic
My buzz [?]
No matter what you say, 'cause a n***a know he can get it
And everytime a n***a come inside of the club
With a bitch, I leave with her, 'ccause you know I gotta hit it
20 karot cuff, big diamonds in my sleve
N***as know I'm killing every single thing I breathe on
I turn it up a little bit, [?]
That I can throw a couple hundred G's on
Lil n***as need to get it straight
You know that I'm the best, so let me demenstrate
No time to waste, you know we 'bout to pick up the pase
And [?]
Y'all n***as know you could never do what I be doing
So I pursue it
I'm the best and you knew it
The only thing you n***as can do is just listen and follow and tell your bitches to come and swallow
?The nut that I got for them
And when you [?] counting your losses
Your bitches be giving me head in million dollar porshes
[?] don't matter what the cost is
In case you didn't know, I be the boss of the bosses
[Chorus: Labba & Busta Rhymes]
Flipmode, we stay on our mission
Flip birds on foreign land, we ain't trippin
We the bosses of the bosses, [?]
What up, what up, n***a?
[?]
What up, what up, n***a?
What up, what up?
Flipmode, we stay on our mission
Flip birds on foreign land, we ain't trippin
We the bosses of the bosses, [?]
What up, what up, n***a?
[?]
What up, what up, n***a?
What up, what up?