Where You Think You Goin'

[Intro]
Yeah, where you think you goin. Where you think you goin.
Ladies and gentlemen, it's the unit for the 9-8.
Flipmode Squad baby. That's my word.
All you sucker MC's,duckin, hidin and stuff. Come back here.
Where you think you goin, nigga. Come back here.
Y'all niggaz ain't sayin Jack Shit !!!

[Verse 1: Baby Sham]
Aiiyo, speak the truth.
Too short to let it hurt. Some talk dirt, and be the first layin in hearse.
Freestylin of the hum of the birds.
Fall back wanna shine on my shine, do shows follow behind.
in some fucked up vehicle. Switchin my lines.
Hotel, ask a nigga: "Could I share my dimes".
Picture that, when you scared to draw toast
Playin me close
Rollin with the dogs wearin yesterdays clothes.
Left a fouled scent enter my squad without permition.
I started dissin, hopin you listen. Pay attention.
Follow this lead The shadow leads you back to the hood.
You wanna switch up because some niggas stuck you up.
Or is the fact that they thought you was rollin with us.
Left you off track like two trains crashin it up.

[Verse 2: Spliff Starr]
Aiiyo, Spliff Starr drama, bullpen personna
Type of nigga that would sell crack to your mama
Take the cash she gave me and buy marijuana
Check me boy, in some turbo panicana
Back in the days I bubble drugs like a sauna
Make a pussy boy kill himself like Nirvana
Get down like goose feathers, cold weather rock the bomber
Lie in front of the jury, D.A., and Your Honor
I represent street niggas, carry heat niggas
Play for keeps niggas, ain't nothin 'bout me sweet, niggas
I stay tokin, gun butt your skull open
If you fuck wit my squad nigga where you think you goin?

[Chorus]
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 we still comin. I think you better slide.
While you stay bitchin, another nigga missin.
Bodies snatch you up.! Behold the cream is risen
Caught in hells kitchen. My trigger finger itchin.
Nervous system fucked up.
That's why my nerves twitchin.
Inslave your mentality. Nigga brain fried.
We after you, runnin searchin for a free ride.
Where you think you goin son
We gon' catch you soon.
We here to take over this shit.
Corporate tycoon.
Blossom and bloom. Capture any nigga throw him in a little dark room.
Ha ha ha ha ha.

[Verse 4: Rah Digga]
Uh oh. You little league boy I know your steez.
You sell bullshit weed and rock beat up fatigues
Swearin you da bomb when you know you wack.
In a studio studyin off a reference track.
Boy ! Rah gets busy, my shit be way flavor.
Cut a rapper earnings like they was slave labor.
One verse be like the bitch tap oil.
Loyal to my niggas. Enemies I fuck around and write a rap for you.
Spot stays blowin. Goin' to the top.
Where you think you're goin.
Pocket stay ghrowin. Smooth like the col-ogne.
Rap chick flowin.
Where you think you're goin.

Chorus

[Verse 5: Rampage]
I'm a hard man at work.
Lyrical expert.
Look out before you get hurt.
Buried in dirt. Line for line.
Ramp I be the mastermind.
That's before time watch me shine.
I know the seventh sign.
I'm rich, and still life is a bitch.
You'se a snitch like Tammy Faye Baker
Jim Baker I take you're life like the undertaker.
Flipmode money-maker, that kill for this paper.
It's on and poppin.
People wanna know when the album droppin.
Stop talkin. Keep walkin.
Flatbush New York-in we live royal.
Flame Broil.
My squad struck oil.
Now we coppin platinum things.
Diamond rings. Nice clothes and things.
in the party for free.
From the tunnel to NV.
Ramp's the rugged emcee.
My squad keeps growin.
Where you think you goin.

[Verse 6: Lord have Mercy]
Chief runnin through.
Splash rain potters pooves.
Fuck is you. Start stampede.
Shuffle shoes.
Scuff up boots.
Now no muscle moves.
Smash crews like statue with jungle jewels.
Son get schooled, wit the dumb and crude.
Pay double dues. The Cradle to the grave hustle proves.
Flesh tissue. Death kiss you. No love for you.
Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
And me the most wanted fool.
Unfriendly and horrible, make power moves.
Snatch collars loose- The mighty dollar rules
Raw business shit in my hand, and shake yours with it.
Til your core's frigid.
Local or long distance.
Gets master served.
And crash a burn
Like James Evans when I'm blowin.
Fuck is wrong wit cha.
Where you think you're goin.
Where you think you're goin.
Where you think you're goin.

Chorus (*Fades*)