Intro:
Yeah, where you think you goin Where you think you goin
Ladies and gentlemen, it抯 the unit for the 9-8
Flipmode Squad baby That抯 my word
All you sucker MC抯, try to hide this stuff Come back here
Where you think you goin, nigga Come back here
Y抋ll niggaz ain抰 seein Jack Shit !!!

Verse 1: Baby Sham
Aiiyo, speak the truth
Too short to let it hurt Some talk dirt, and be the first slangin hertz
Freestylin of the hum of the birds
Fall back when I shine on my shine, two shows follow behind
It抯 a fucked up vehicle Switchin my lines
Hotel asks a nigga: "Could I share my dimes?
Picture that, when you scared to draw toes
Playin me close
Rollin with the dogs wearin yesterdays clothes
Left a fouled sin into my squad without permition
I started dissin, hopin you listen Pay attention
Fathere'sly The shadow leads you back to the hood
You wanna switch up because some niggas stalked you up
Or is the fact that they thought you was rollin with us
Left you all draged, like two trains crashin it up

Verse 2: Spliff Starr
Aiiyo, Spliff Starr drama
Bullet him to sonna
Type of nigga that would sell crack to your mama
Take the cash and give me a bind Marijuana
Check me bound, and some turn bull panic
Back in the days I抦 off the drugs like a sonna
Nigga pushin ! boy Kill emselves like no other
Kid don抰 like Blues brothers
Cold weather rock the ramma
Lye in front off the Jerry DA And ya
I represent street niggas, carry heat niggas
Wants to keep niggas Ain抰 nothing but these sweet niggas
I stay tooken Gun but cha scar open
If you fuck wit my squad nigga where you think you goin

Corus:
Where you think you goin
Where you think you goin
Aiiyo, what you doin nigga
Where you think you goin
Where you think you goin
Where you think you goin
Aiiyo, what you movin for
Where you think you goin
Where you think you goin
Where you think you goin
Aiiyo, what you doin nigga
Where you think you goin

Verse 3: Busta Rhymes
You think that you can run (ha)
You think that you can hide (haa)
You best believe you still comin I think you better slide
While you stay bitchin, another nigga missin
Bodies snatch you up! Behold the cream
Cought in hells kitchen My trigger fingers itchin
Nervous system抯 fucked up
That抯 why my nerves twitchin
Inslave your mentality Nigga brain fried
We after you, runnin sergeon for a free ride
Where you think you goin son ?
We gon?catch you soon
We here to take over this shit
Pour the tycoon
Blossom and gloom Capture any nigga sober in a little dark room
Ha ha ha ha ha

Verse 4: Rah Digga
Uh oh You lil league boy I know your beats
You sound bullshitely, You rock
Swearin you to ball, when you know you抮e wack
In a studio settin of a reverands track
Boy ! Rah gets busy, my shit be way slaver
Curder rapper Ernest like the one slave labour
One first be like the bitch tap oil
Loyal to my niggas Enemies are fucked around, and riders rappin for you
Spot stays blowin Goin?to the top
Where you think you抮e goin
Pocket stay throwin Smooth like the lowin
Rap chick flowin
Where you think you抮e goin

Chorus

Verse 5: Rampage
I抦 a hard man at work
Lyrical expert
Look out before you get hurt
Bury the dirt Line for line
Ramp I be the mastermind
That抯 be full time watch me shine
I know the seven sign
I抦 rich, and still life is a bitch
Losin?snitch like camey fake beggar
Jim Baker I take you抮e life like the undertaker
Flipmode money-maker, make that kill for this paper
It抯 on the poppin
People wanna know when the album droppin
Start talkin Keep walkin
Flatbush New York and we live for you
Sling for you
My squad struck oil
Now we coppin platinum things
Diamond rings Nice cosy things
And a party for free
From the tunnel to envy
Ramp抯 the rugged MC
My squad ke! eps growin
Where you think you goin

Verse 6: Lord have Mercy
Chief gunnin to
Splash rain potters pooves
Fuck is you Start stand peach
Chuff for choose
Scoffer booves
Now low muscles moves
Smash crew like statue with jungle jewels
Son gets school, wit the dummin crew
Pay double dues Cradle to the graves, hustle grooves
Flesh tissue Death kiss you No love for you
Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh
And me the most wanted fool
Unfriendly in horrical, make power moves
Snatch colors loose A dollar rule
Raw business shit in my hands, and shakes yours with it
Till you cause fridget
Local or long distance
Gets master served
And crash a burn
Like James Evans when I抦 blowin
Fuck is wrong wit cha
Where you think you抮e goin
Where you think you抮e goin
Where you think you抮e goin

Chorus (*Fades*)