Where You Think You Goin'

Yeah!
Where you think you goin'?
Where you think you goin'?
Ladies and gentlemen
It's the Unit for the nine-eight
Flipmode Squad, baby
That's right, all you sucker MCs
Duckin' and hidin' and stuff
Come back here
Where you think you goin', nigga?
Come back here
Y'all niggas ain't sayin' jack shit
Break you off

Ayo, speak the truth (Uh), too short to let it hurt
Some talk dirt and be the first layin' in hearse (What?)
Freestylin' off the hum of the birds (Yeah), fall back (Uh)
Wanna shine on my shine, do shows, follow behind
In some fucked up vehicle, switchin' my lines (Uh-huh)
Hotel ask a nigga could I share my dimes
Picture that, when you scared to draw toast (What?), playin' me close
Rollin' with these dogs (What?), wearin' yesterday clothes
They left a foul scent, enter my Squad without permission
I started dissin' (Uh, what?), hopin' you listen, pay attention
Follow this lead, this shadow leads you back to the hood (Uh)
You wanna switch up 'cause some niggas stuck you up (Uh, what?)
Or is it the fact you thought you was rollin' with us? (Huh?)
Left you off track like two trains crashin' it up

Ayo, Spliff Star drama, bullpen persona (Uh-huh)
Type of nigga that will sell crack to your mama
Take the cash she gave me and buy marijuana
Check me, boy, it's some turbo 'pon de corner
Back in the days, I bubble drugs like a sauna (So what?)
Make a pussy boy kill himself like Nirvana (Uh-huh)
Get down like goose feathers, cold weather, rock the bomber (Huh?)
Lie in front of the jury, D.A., and Your Honor (Uh-huh)
I represent street niggas, carry heat niggas (What?)
Play for keep niggas, ain't nothin' 'bout me sweet, niggas
I stay totin', gun butt your skull open
If you fuck with my Squad, nigga
Where you think you goin'? (Ayy, bwoy)

Where you think you goin'? Where you think you goin'?
Ayo, what you doin', nigga? Where you think you goin'?
Where you think you goin'? Where you think you goin'?
Ayo, what you movin' for? Where you think you goin'?
Where you think you goin'? Where you think you goin'?
Ayo, what you doin', nigga? Where you think you goin'?

You think that you can run? (Huh) You think that you can hide? (Hide)
You best believe we still comin', I think you better slide (Ha)
While you stay bitchin' (Huh), another nigga missin' (Huh)
Bodies snatch you up, behold, the cream has risen (Ha)
Caught in Hell's Kitchen (Ha), my trigger finger itchin' (Huh)
Nervous system fucked up, that's why my nerve twitchin' (Ha)
Enslaved your mentality (Ha), nigga brain fried (Huh)
We after you, runnin', searchin' for a free ride (Ha)
Where you think you goin', son? We gon' catch you soon (Huh)
We here to take over this shit, corporate tycoons (Ha)
Blossom and bloom, capture every nigga
Throw 'em in a little dark room (Hahahaha)

Uh (Uh), you little league, boy, I know your breed (Yeah)
You sell bullshit weed and rock beat up fatigues (Like)
Swearin' you the bomb when you know you wack (Uh)
In the studio studyin' off a reference track (Boy)
Boy Rah get busy, my shit be way flavor (Yeah)
Cut a rapper's earnings like they was slave labor
One verse be like a bitch tap oil
Loyal to my niggas
Enemies, I fuck around and write a rap for you (Ha)
Spot stay glowin', goin' to the top
Where you think you goin'?
Pockets stay growin', smooth like the low end
Rap shit hoein', where you think you goin'?

Where you think you goin'? Where you think you goin'?
Ayo, what you doin', nigga? Where you think you goin'?
Where you think you goin'? Where you think you goin'?
Ayo, what you movin' for? Where you think you goin'?
Where you think you goin'? Where you think you goin'?
Ayo, what you doin', nigga? Where you think you goin'?
Where you think you goin'? Where you think you goin'?
Ayo, what you movin' for? Where you think you goin'?

I'm a hard man at work, lyrical expert (Uh)
Look out before you get hurt, buried in dirt
Line for line (Uh), Ram', I be the mastermind
That's before time (Uh), watch me shine, I know the seven signs (Uh)
I'm rich (Rich), and still life is a bitch
You's a snitch like Tammy Faye Bakker (Uh), Jim Bakker
I take your life (Uh) like the Undertaker
Flipmode money maker (Maker), that kill for this paper
It's on and poppin' (Uh), people wanna know when the album droppin'
Stop talkin' (Uh), keep walkin' (Walkin'), Flatbush, New York and
We live royal (Uh), flame broil (Broil), my Squad struck oil (Oil)
Now we coppin' platinum things (Things), diamond rings (Rings)
Nice clothes and things (Things), and the party for free (Uh)
From the Tunnel to N.V., Ramp's the rugged MC
My Squad keeps growin' (Uh), where you think you goin'?

Chief gunnin' through, splash rain puddle pools
Fuck is you? Start stampede, shuffle shoes
Scuff up boots, now no muscles move
Smash crews like statues with jungle jewels
Some get schooled with the dumb and cruel, pay double dues
The cradle to the grave hustle brews
Flesh tissue, death kiss you, no love for you
You and me, the most wanted fool
Unfriendly and horrible, make power moves
Snatch collars loose (The mighty dollar rule)
Raw business, shit in my hand and shake yours with it
'Til your corpse rigid, local or long distance
Get smashed and served and crash and burn
Like James Evans when I'm blowin'
Fuck is wrong with y'all?
Where you think you goin'?
Where you think you goin'?
Where you think you goin'?

Where you think you goin'? Where you think you goin'?
Ayo, what you doin', nigga? Where you think you goin'?
Where you think you goin'? Where you think you goin'?
Ayo, what you movin' for? Where you think you goin'?