We Could Take it Outside Lyrics by Busta Rhymes

We Could Take it Outside Lyrics

    [Intro: Rampage (Baby Sham)]
    That's that joint (You know that ain't doin it again)
    Uh, do it! Do it!

    [Verse One: Rampage]
    I'm a _Natural Born Killa_ that's _Born to Rise_
    +Flipmode is de Squad+ so it's no surprise
    Niggas want to advertise about how we get down
    You fuck around leave your body in the lost and found
    How you like me now?
    We got the industry on lock
    The world is on shock
    I'm a take a piece of the rock
    Yo, you feel it in the heart when we took you to the park
    Midnight after dark, I'm the raider of the lost ark (ark echo's)

    [Verse Two: Serious]
    Now na na na na na na, nana nah
    Super size, super size, right before your eyes
    I bring in treats like giant sweet potato pies
    Wise, sword shift and I spit on flies
    Killing all the tips from studio spies
    Head to bed, beddie bye, beddie bye
    Don't ask why, we'll take your ass to paradise
    Flipmode's the Squad don't rest, don't try
    Peace to my people in the friendly sky
    Peace to my outer space ties

    [Verse Three: Spliff Star]
    I'm in leather like the ladies
    Bigger than crack in the 80's {*echoes*}
    Drive the buggy I Mercedes
    Blow up like C-4
    Got so much to live for
    Can't play the game no more
    Pick up the cain no more
    Brothers ain't the same no more
    Try to sweat me, what am I aiming for
    Get yourself caught up
    Faggot ass tore up
    In the worst way, the only way you can stop me
    is cock your glock and shot me
    Drop me, pop me, make sure you that you got me
    Cause anytime I live I'm comin back to find you poppy

    [Chorus: Busta Rhymes (all)]
    What y'all niggas wanna do?
    (Yo we can take it outside)
    Ya'll niggas want something?
    (Yo we can take it outside)
    What y'all niggas wanna do?
    (Yo we can take it outside)
    Ya'll niggas want something?
    (Yo we can take it outside)

    [Verse Four: Baby Sham]
    Push up in the hot rod, alley cats a rah rah
    All my flipmode in the backseats with chrome nods
    Hear to bust mine
    Nigga frat child let his brain fry
    Pretty boy sliced up philly contact from his red eye
    You failed to realize when you macks me you drop the plastic
    Run up in your crib, now you heat me from the mattress
    My crew expanded, QB is where we landed
    Yellow strip you crossed it
    Now I'm forcing you to drink this Sham's potion
    Show me were loaded
    The desert eagle hear it cockin'
    Lovin my doggie
    While we shinin' continue flossin

    [Break: Busta Rhymes (Lord Have Mercy)]
    (Flipmode, Flipmode) Killa kids
    Flipmode we are, 'mode we are..

    [Verse Five: Rah Digga]
    Fuck steppin on toes I crush the whole shoe
    Pronto like Cru till I'm Triumphant like Wu
    The shit you talkin crazy like niggas turnin in their hand guns
    I be burnin MC's like Betty grandson
    Smokin grey poupon boy
    Two lines, I chew rhymes and make niggas fall like they was futons
    Rah Digga, all day Outsidaz, this Squad be Flipmode
    We get a dick rode a whole shitload

    [Chorus]

    [Verse Six: Lord Have Mercy]
    We the official g-u-rilla to lead militias
    That pillage, americana
    Spit sentences like, venomous iguanas
    Reminisce the promise
    Bring drama like Nicaragua
    Fatigues march, army leaders, they count crooked drug dollars
    And sip fresh squeezed milk from the titties of llamas
    Leave cities in carnage
    Pretty as farmers that pour whiskey at harvest and hold 16 bananas
    Maintain, maintain, maintain
    I reign like Mussolini's iron fists
    Try on this, you can't see me like vagina lips
    Smugglin diamond chips, bubblin anonymous
    The dominant will resource and count on script crews and world wars
    {*echoes*}

    [Verse Seven: Busta Rhymes]
    Yo, you better practice what you preach
    I got 7 MC's at 10 G's a show each
    Never interfere and shit, souvenirs for your ears and shit
    Clear poetry like William Shakespeare and shit
    Word is bond checkin me out
    Hey what you talkin about
    You lost and you walkin about
    Niggas got beef they really want to chill and start talkin it out
    Hey, oh my god, y'all nigga be buggin me out
    Wish they could lay me down and have the police start chalkin me out
    Now I zoom in on you and my niggas start stalkin you out
    Chuck down that bullshit that you be callin about
    This one's for my people and my niggas up North
    The ruler shit dynasty but Flipmode finally come fourth
    Exports and imports hittin you with flavors of all sorts
    My squad comin through, chop off your ear

    [Chorus] - repeat 2X

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