The good... the evil are fighting in your mind Lose the fear in choosing what's right or wrong Facing the inner fear makes you... stronger Trying to kill the black
rat up But I hot out fathom My album hit the shelves We hustle for record sales Hit my liquor store Let my niggas learn about in jail Till the squad
them radars to stay free from the cops Crucial choices to make like A-C or the drop Are we gonna stop? Shit man, never my squad go broke Your squad
off, yo Y'all know what do I'm sayin' tear da roof off Yea motherfuckers Flip mode squad eternally imperial, powerful, universal Flip mode squad, from
you CTE nigger that's the end of price We've been stocking out nothing but the green guys Walk upon your functionalism suit and ties They hit the black
closin in Prepare for your ultimate end, tell your family bye Better cool like Egon, and shine like veegon Pissin on your beons, for decades and eons You squad
now They question whats gettin' Gucci high? Stupid wild, stupid stupid wild, Homie thats my style Girls fightin', Hoes fist fight, man Just to touch my tie Get my squad squad
my room That brown paper bag money push my mattress through the roof This for my *** getting brown paper bag money This for my trippers getting black
Carmelo [Chorus] Yea uh uh, you know what it is Homie what it do? Welcome to the Knicks! Yeah, last season that was nothin' Got Melo on the squad, now
feel real good, y'all Flipmode is the squad in the place, y'all Buckwild to all of my niggaz who don't care Floss like a bunch of young black millionaires
my name Nas too real, Nas true king It's however you feel, g'head, you swing Your arms too short to box with God I don't kill soloists only kill squads
the air And while we blow the spot and keep it hot, you got that fire Jump, shake, bounce when we come to you turn you out It's Flipmode Squad that keeps
take iron, makes my s*** constipated I'm more concentrated So on my day off With David Sonnenberg I play golf Run through Crown Heights screaming out Mazel Tov Problem with no man Before black
the glory I was hoping to Jamrock's like Damien Marley Ayo, I'm living better, second letter with a set of wings Butter leather, hoody sweater and some better bling Black
lookin' for me, I'll be rollin' You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets It's the black rag assassin, 44 Mag blastin' Black
no caps homey This ass says 'Exit Only' So I get in the wind but hey A nigga still sold a quarter everyday I sat around for six months black Waitin for
Tims Bracelet, chain, fronts bob thin, new tattoos, new black shoes (hey, can you believe it?) Gucci, Ermays, do that too, wanna feel the breeze get a new black
his click and his brothers I know it's gon? be trouble Dark boys on the black gas See they don't black mask Now they can?t stand my black ass I don't
