Get Out!!

[Intro] Yeah, yeah, yeah (Get out) Such a remarkable sound (Get out) Yeah (Get out of here) Such a remarkable sound Flipmode get down, now Yeah check it out (Get out of here) Such a remarkable sound Busta Rhymes (Get out) Comin' through, get down (Get out) What's the deal now (Get out of here) Yeah, yeah [Verse 1] Are you ready to get on? (Who, me?) And cause such a reaction that the motha fucka's go (Ooh wee) It's like a group of happy children Yo, it's such a feelin' To see all of my live nigga's carry on now Oh see how I be gettin' so passionate I get a thrill even when I bust my gun off by accident The God bless glory, success story Whiteboy Billy put a stash up in my armrest for me The way I fucks it up, it's like a fuck-fest for me I get on last and demolish everything before me We run shit and that's a fact now, you're whack now And ain't no fuckin' turnin' back now, so relentless I won't even let you niggas finish a fuckin' sentence Call for my people like a school attendance And then I strike with a fuckin' vengence Finger on my trigger Figure I'll blast every last one of you bitch niggas [Hook] So (Get out) Bitch nigga just (Get out) You need to just (Get out of here) Police'll try to close the club (Get out) You really should (Get out) You need to just (Get out of here) Bitch, if you ain't got your own dough (Get out) You need to just (Get out) You really should (Get out of here) If you frontin' like you really live (Get out) And you know you not (Get out) You need to just (Get out of here) [Verse 2] The one world alliance Flipmode the most reliant for the thorough guidance On how to get most of this money like a secret science Only the live nigga's allowed, there's nothin' you can do Frontin' with your crew while you talkin' to corny bitches too Nevertheless, address the cheddar for the treasure chest And bless the spot before the thugs protest, one time I hope y'all know just what the motherfuck you dealin' with With so much platinum for the street, you thought I was a silversmith We phat now, so look at how we brought it back now And made it possible for street niggas to hold a stack now And become the wealthiest, healthiest And bring the fire that will reach about 1000 degrees celsius Hold on, banker's money better roll on, or sing a broke folk song My nigga's so long he paid with a big brim hat, just like a lampshade And bounce, wildin' in the truck, the joints my nigga Ramp made We be them new millennium prime time niggas Walk a fine line, niggas sippin fine wine niggas Now, if you cross the line and fuck around them blind niggas With so much pressure it's like we did the illest crime, nigga What? You know I'm like a loco man, noble man Turned global man, rippin' bi-coastal like a postal man And when we come, you know we came to get it And what you need to do is bounce if you ain't fuckin' with it [Hook] Get out, get out, get out of here (Repeat x 4)