[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
The Surgeon General, of the Flipmode Squad
Has determined, that the sounds you about to hear
Can be devestatin', to your ear, to your mind
To your body, to your souuuuuuuuuuuuuullll!
[Hook: Meka and Busta Rhymes, Busta Rhymes]
Pack up your bags, better get out of town
Cause when the God come you know he gon' be puttin' it down
Everything we do be blowin', better get on the ground
It ain't safe no more, it ain't safe no more (Nigga)
He keeps it wicked by creatin' the sound
That make the people wanna spaz 'til they give him the crown
Fuck around you'll turn up missin' just to never be found
It ain't safe no more, it ain't safe no more (Nigga)
[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Bodies'll turn up missin', I promise you need to listen
Abolish the need for bitchin', I polish and shine and glisten
Demolishin' while I'm whistlin', astonished while you're witnessed
Hardest to smash another artist son, regardless if it is
A nigga who think he the greatest son, I'll lock him in the fridge
And hang him from both of his ankles when we drop him from the bridge
Blockin' your paper really stoppin' that dude from gettin' his
Poppin' the safe and splurgin', havin' the crew up in the crib
Block 'til these niggas havin 'em rockin' gargle with a bib
Shittin' and fartin', spittin' and vomitin' all in the crib
Fallin' into shock from the bullets we shot up in they ribs
Hot up the block and blew up the spot and got up out the mix
Tried it a couple stops and spotted the Squad up in they whips
Plotted and then I signed on the dotted line and made a wish
Return us even the hardest makin' you garbage niggas sit
The smartest now you a target only the heartless niggas win
The Surgeon General, of the Flipmode Squad
Has determined, that the sounds you about to hear
Can be devestatin', to your ear, to your mind
To your body, to your souuuuuuuuuuuuuullll!
[Hook: Meka and Busta Rhymes, Busta Rhymes]
Pack up your bags, better get out of town
Cause when the God come you know he gon' be puttin' it down
Everything we do be blowin', better get on the ground
It ain't safe no more, it ain't safe no more (Nigga)
He keeps it wicked by creatin' the sound
That make the people wanna spaz 'til they give him the crown
Fuck around you'll turn up missin' just to never be found
It ain't safe no more, it ain't safe no more (Nigga)
[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Bodies'll turn up missin', I promise you need to listen
Abolish the need for bitchin', I polish and shine and glisten
Demolishin' while I'm whistlin', astonished while you're witnessed
Hardest to smash another artist son, regardless if it is
A nigga who think he the greatest son, I'll lock him in the fridge
And hang him from both of his ankles when we drop him from the bridge
Blockin' your paper really stoppin' that dude from gettin' his
Poppin' the safe and splurgin', havin' the crew up in the crib
Block 'til these niggas havin 'em rockin' gargle with a bib
Shittin' and fartin', spittin' and vomitin' all in the crib
Fallin' into shock from the bullets we shot up in they ribs
Hot up the block and blew up the spot and got up out the mix
Tried it a couple stops and spotted the Squad up in they whips
Plotted and then I signed on the dotted line and made a wish
Return us even the hardest makin' you garbage niggas sit
The smartest now you a target only the heartless niggas win
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