Uh ah ah OH, ah ah ah Check it out Flipmode Squad, '98 Raw deluxe, check it out y'all
VERSE 1 I be the street kid, the brother your momma freak wit Put your people on if y'all know how to keep a secret When I get money you know I like to keep it How I get money others are tryin to peep it
Flipmode, will be winners you wanna form a team wit The big money figures, the ones to plot the scheme wit The brothers who be used to gettin money frequent The ones I would always measure up my triple beams wit
Until they start takin my people to the precint That's all back in the day yo, that ain't nuttin recent Cuz nowadays we see women we like to speak wit Eat wit, lay 'em down and sleep wit
Type of women make a brother wanna keep it Shorty be so exotic she lookin decent Lotta corny niggaz be offerin whack free shit I can't hold the heat no more yo, I gotta release it
CHORUS 1 What y'all gonna do? Don't you know we always comin through, me and my crew, Lemme here you say "fire it up" (FIRE IT UP), say "fire it up" (FIRE IT UP)
To all my dogs that stay bloody, well around in the 500, all day, Lemme here you say "fire it up" (FIRE IT UP), say "fire it up" (FIRE IT UP) C'mon
VERSE 2 Now everytime that I meet a sucka who's fronted, it's aight Gettin money and everybody want it Smoke a big blunt, get myself all fucked up Fall on the floor, gotta call my X-500
Iceburg-5 - where you at?? "No need for alarm, right now I'm cruisin to the sound of my enhanced CD-ROM" Hurry up 5, yo you know it's about to get thick I see this cat away behind my back about to do a stick "Tell me where you at, I will be there in 10 seconds flat, you know I got your back, I'll be there just in time to counteract" Sometimes I might even forget crew, my X-5 bulletproof, I turbo boost, and blast right through in the ceiling and in the roof
Comin through, hittin you, and knockin other suckas tooth's Full speed ahead like we runnin a toll booth Produce more flavor that Veryfine juice Call a truce, on me and my people and let loose
CHORUS 2 All my ladies in the place to be, gettin money while they next to me, lemme see, Lemme here you say "fire it up" (FIRE IT UP), say "fire it up" (FIRE IT UP)
All my people just wave your hands, gettin money all across the land, one time Lemme here you say "fire it up" (FIRE IT UP), say "fire it up" (FIRE IT UP) C'mon
VERSE 3 Release the heat, we lettin loose to the extreme Me and the Iceburg X-5, bounce from the scene Recline my seat, rock to the beat Lyrical artist, microphone scarred up in the heat
Blowin up the spot that we hittin, know what I mean? Got you hopin we keepin you people up like caffeine Fly guillotine, seeing everything on my little computer screen From here to Philippines
Keep it movin, we never run out of gasoline Gas me, your arson, but lookin kerosene Me and my 5 be runnin the mission you never seen Hot shit, makin ya suckas forever fein
Anyone of you comin you better come clean Hit you with an overdose of more rhyme amphetamine Got you eye bloodshot you need visine People in wylin, I think you need to wreak the sirene
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VERSE 1 I be the street kid, the brother your momma freak wit Put your people on if y'all know how to keep a secret When I get money you know I like to keep it How I get money others are tryin to peep it
Flipmode, will be winners you wanna form a team wit The big money figures, the ones to plot the scheme wit The brothers who be used to gettin money frequent The ones I would always measure up my triple beams wit
Until they start takin my people to the precint That's all back in the day yo, that ain't nuttin recent Cuz nowadays we see women we like to speak wit Eat wit, lay 'em down and sleep wit
Type of women make a brother wanna keep it Shorty be so exotic she lookin decent Lotta corny niggaz be offerin whack free shit I can't hold the heat no more yo, I gotta release it
CHORUS 1 What y'all gonna do? Don't you know we always comin through, me and my crew, Lemme here you say "fire it up" (FIRE IT UP), say "fire it up" (FIRE IT UP)
To all my dogs that stay bloody, well around in the 500, all day, Lemme here you say "fire it up" (FIRE IT UP), say "fire it up" (FIRE IT UP) C'mon
VERSE 2 Now everytime that I meet a sucka who's fronted, it's aight Gettin money and everybody want it Smoke a big blunt, get myself all fucked up Fall on the floor, gotta call my X-500
Iceburg-5 - where you at?? "No need for alarm, right now I'm cruisin to the sound of my enhanced CD-ROM" Hurry up 5, yo you know it's about to get thick I see this cat away behind my back about to do a stick "Tell me where you at, I will be there in 10 seconds flat, you know I got your back, I'll be there just in time to counteract" Sometimes I might even forget crew, my X-5 bulletproof, I turbo boost, and blast right through in the ceiling and in the roof
Comin through, hittin you, and knockin other suckas tooth's Full speed ahead like we runnin a toll booth Produce more flavor that Veryfine juice Call a truce, on me and my people and let loose
CHORUS 2 All my ladies in the place to be, gettin money while they next to me, lemme see, Lemme here you say "fire it up" (FIRE IT UP), say "fire it up" (FIRE IT UP)
All my people just wave your hands, gettin money all across the land, one time Lemme here you say "fire it up" (FIRE IT UP), say "fire it up" (FIRE IT UP) C'mon
VERSE 3 Release the heat, we lettin loose to the extreme Me and the Iceburg X-5, bounce from the scene Recline my seat, rock to the beat Lyrical artist, microphone scarred up in the heat
Blowin up the spot that we hittin, know what I mean? Got you hopin we keepin you people up like caffeine Fly guillotine, seeing everything on my little computer screen From here to Philippines
Keep it movin, we never run out of gasoline Gas me, your arson, but lookin kerosene Me and my 5 be runnin the mission you never seen Hot shit, makin ya suckas forever fein
Anyone of you comin you better come clean Hit you with an overdose of more rhyme amphetamine Got you eye bloodshot you need visine People in wylin, I think you need to wreak the sirene
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