Busta
Yeah, yeah, yeah get out
Such a remarkable sound get out
Yeah, such a remarkable sound get out of here
Flipmode get down now
Yeah check it out, such a remarkable sound get out of here
Busta Rhymes comin through get down get out, get out
What the deal now get out of here
Yeah, yeah

Verse 1
Are you ready to get on? Who, me?
I cause such a reaction makin all my people go Ooh-wee!
Just like a group of happy children
Yo its such a feelin
To see all of my live ballers Carry on now
Oh see how I be gettin so passionate
I get a real eagle and I bust my shit off by accident
The God bless glory
Success story
Whiteboy better but a stash up in my armrest for me
The way I blow shit up its like a bomb threat for me
I gotta blast and demolish everything before me
I throw your shit in the back now
You re wack now
And ain t no kind of turnin back now
So relentless
I won t even let you fools finish a freakin sentence
Call for my people like a school attendance
And then I strike with a triflin vengeance
Reppin like a winner
And do away with every last one of you wack niggas

Chorus
So Get out
If you s a fake just Get out
You need to just Get out of here
Police you try to close the club Get out
You really should Get out
You need to just Get out of here
Chick 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 soldiers allowed there s nothin you can do
Frontin with your crew while you talkin to corny chickens too
Nevertheless address the cheddar for the treasure chest
So bless the spot before the thugs close chest
One time
I hope yall know just what the motherfuck your dealin with
Got so much platinum for this beat you thought I was a silversmith
We phat now so look at how we brought it back now
We made it possible for streets to hold a stat now
And become the wealthiest, healthiest
And bring the fire that will reach about 1000 degrees celsius
Hold on, bank this money, better roll on
Or sing a broke folk song I ll be for so long
Paid with a big brim hat just like a lampshade with bells
Wylin in the truck, the choice to roll with me
We be them new millennium prime time niggas
Walk the fine line niggas, sippin fine wine niggas
Now, if you cross the line we fuck around and blind niggas
With so much press it s like we did the illest crime niggas
What? You know I m like a loco man, noble man
Turned global man, rippin bicoastal 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 aint rollin with it!

Chorus
So get out
If you be frontin just get out
You need to just get out of here
Police you tryin to close the club get out
You really should get out
PLEASE just get out of here
Chick if you ain t got your own dough get out
You need to just get out
You really should get out of here
And if you frontin like you really LIVE get out
And you know you re not get out
You really should get out of here
Get out, get out, get out of here
Repeat x 4

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