Hit Em Wit Da Heat Lyrics by Flipmode Squad

Hit Em Wit Da Heat Lyrics

    [rampage]
    Yeah, lieutenant what!
    Yeah, motherfucka
    It's flipmode
    Yeah yeah, spliff, check it out, uh

    [rampage]
    Ramp, i've been ill since back in the days
    Rockin' shell-toed addidas with rags for my waves
    Flipmode be the unit now i'm playin' for the braves
    I'm hardcore nigga that's straight from the gutter
    I used to play scully plus, hot peas and butta
    Now i'm the nigga that's runnin' in your baby motha
    Burgundy ac, you can call me ramp lova
    And now i'm toppin' pokey with my louisville slugger

    [baby sham]
    My squad is sick niggas who pop shit get pistol whipped
    Get your wig pushed back, i react and snap
    Like kodak, these cats get the picture
    Put on level black suede timbs and come and get ya
    My target is your feature
    We all sport hoods like grim reapers
    We shine in the dark blink of an eye the last spark
    Get closed up, first thug nigga hold up
    21st side see me rounding it up

    Chorus: busta rhymes

    See when we come through we got nuf shit to flaunt
    Got u feelin' it and your cousin even your aunt
    Violate, we coming like ghost we gonna haunt
    Hit you with the heat is that what you really want?
    What you really want is that what you really want?
    We hit you with the heat is that what you really want?
    What you really want is that what you really want?
    We hit you with the heat is that what you really want?

    [spliff star]
    Y'all niggas wanna test my squad, i doubt it doubt it
    All that murder talk, gun talk, you talk, i'm 'bout it 'bout it
    Nigga feel my vibe niggas see my vision
    P-y-p nigga play your position
    I fuck up this game and make the ref' blow the whistle
    My squad be the official, clique in this rap shit
    Diss me on the record and watch, you get your ass kicked
    Catch me on church ave, flickin blunt ashes

    [rah digga]
    Crazy, thinkin i can't rock buttas
    Wont take shit without no type floders
    Hectic, rah on the ill dialect shit
    Deliveries harder then girls in obstectrics
    Ready to stay on
    Smoother then rayon
    Takin' out niggas and all they liaisons
    Mu'fuckas, black out season
    Publishing resume steady increasing

    Chorus

    [lord have mercy]
    Shanghai, shanghai
    New sheriff in town
    Rock america's crown and hang 'em high
    Who bangin' a fist full?
    Brandishing pistols
    Pearl handles with the, family initials
    Uh-uh, 24 karat gold variuos slow
    Uh-uh, planet gets cold, get damaged for dough
    Uh-uh!, savages off balance and blow traveling slow
    Uh-uh!, in effect mode, y'all niggas know it

    [busta rhymes]
    Sayonara, send my rivals, slam a guy,
    Be damned if i
    Had to tell one, tell a lie, get paralyzed
    Stay payed, rock shit made in ultra suede
    Switch blade yo wack act back to first grade
    Even if y'all never seen us you know y'all need us
    Suck my penis from here to muthafucking venus
    Think back when you was amazed and had to sit back
    Imagining me ending your world like deep impact
    Blood clot, watch me come through and bust a gunshot
    Yeah people, come inside of your dance and done that

    Chorus 2x

    [busta rhymes]
    Fuckin' y'all up
    Flipmode forever
    Stays focused
    Pay attention
    Pay attention...*fades to phone interlude*

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