Busta Rhymes
Gimme Some More
[Intro]
Yeah
As a shorty, playing in the front yard of the crib
Fell down and I bumped my head
Somebody helped me up and asked me if I bumped my head
I said, "Yeah"
So then they said, "Oh, so that mean you gon', you gon' switch it on 'em?"
I said "Yeah, Flipmode, Flipmode is the greatest"
You know, and as a shorty, I was always told
That if I ain't gon' be part of the greatest
I gotta be the greatest myself
C'mon, c'mon, yeah, c'mon

[Verse 1]
Yeah, n***a, what? What a surprise
Give ya somethin', make a n***a close both of your eyes
All my n***as gettin' money capitalize
Die, little small guy, we on the rise
Everything a n***a touch Platinum-ize
Fully equipped, you know we come with all the supplies
Got a big gun and I'ma show you the size
You fuck with any of my Flipmode family ties
Me and my n***as be comin' through, stalkin' you out
Killin' off any and everything you talkin' about
See you in the club, now we walkin' you out
Shoulda thought twice 'fore you went and opened your mouth
Yo, anyway, we stay keepin' it movin'
Fuckin' with the wrong n***a, hope you know what you're doin'
Now blame me, all the same n***as is lame
It's not a game, makin' names still splittin' your frame
[Chorus]
Y'all n***as had enough? (Gimme some more)
Y'all n***as want the wild shit? (Gimme some more)
Yo, Spliff, where the weed at? (Gimme some more)
I know y'all n***as need that (Gimme some more)
Even though we getting money, you can (Gimme some more)
With the cars and the big cribs (Gimme some more)
Everybody spread love (Gimme some more)
If you want it, let me hear you say it (Gimme some more)

[Verse 2]
Flash with a rash, gimme my cash, flickin' my ash
Runnin' with my money, son, go out with a blast
Do what you want, a n***a's cuttin' the corner
You fuckin' up the order, go ahead and meet the reporter
Yo, she tellin' news on how you switch to a bitch
Little fake, funny style n***a chill with a snitch
So now I pass you straight, I don't got nothing to ask you
Make a little room for me and all my n***as to pass through
Cartier, Sidney Poitier, hooray shit
Roll with all of my n***as from around the way shit
When I come through, you n***as know I do my thing
Bring more shit that generate money, cha-ching
Arrest you, lyrically, flow'll caress you
Bless you, then a n***a come to your rescue
While you assume a n***a blossom and bloom
I'm comin' soon, hit you with a boom, gimme some room
[Chorus]
Y'all n***as had enough? (Gimme some more)
Y'all n***as want the wild shit? (Gimme some more)
Hey, Spliff, where the weed at? (Gimme some more)
I know y'all n***as need that (Gimme some more)
Even though we getting money, you can (Gimme some more)
Cars and the big cribs (Gimme some more)
Everybody spread love (Gimme some more)
If you want it let me hear you say it (Gimme some more)

[Verse 3]
Yo (Yo), live n***a shit, know what I mean?
I represent while we gettin' money and reign supreme
Hope y'all n***as know we comin' through full-steam
Can't see me, better turn on your high beam
All my n***as wildin', ringin' the siren
(Flipmode!) Be glory n***as from my team
Never should you ever try to fuck with my cream
I O.D. when my shit get all in your bloodstream
Every time we be rippin' it, be blowing it down
Blowing you off, fuckin' with the hottest n***as around ('Round)
Ruckus when me and my people run through your town
Holdin' it down, takin' a while and then gimme my crown, ayy (Yo)
All my people need to come and surround
A n***a be hittin' so much, it make you fall on the ground
Sure to make you shout, that's what I be all about
Turnin' you out, makin' all you n***as fall out
[Chorus]
Y'all n***as had enough? (Gimme some more)
Y'all n***as want the wild shit? (Gimme some more)
Hey, Spliff, where the weed at? (Gimme some more)
I know y'all n***as need that (Gimme some more)
Even though we getting money, you can (Gimme some more)
With the cars and the big cribs (Gimme some more)
Everybody spread love (Gimme some more)
If you want it let me hear you say it (Gimme some more)

[Produced by DJ Scratch]