[Intro: Busta Rhymes]

This generation

Rules the nation

With version

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Rah Digga & Busta Rhymes]

Flipmode, the imperial

You know you love it when you hear us on the radio

Go cop the joint and play the shit up in your stereo

Or in the streets, up in your Jeeps, or in the disco

And if you want the fly shit, my nigga, here we go

You know it's Digga lookin' pretty in the video

With Bus-a-Bus up in the cut, but you don't hear me though

Just when you think we done, we hit y'all, we got plenty mo'

Blow!

[Verse 1: Rah Digga]

It be's the little mama, lip gloss and eyeliner

The only shit poppin', like White Castle or the diner

Rah Digga make the joints that the DJs blast

Ghetto diva in 'The Source' with the 3 page ad

Watch as the hood rat messiah climb swiftly

Labels scared to death to let their artist bomb with me

'Cause you can send your thuggest MC and watch me son 'em

The ruggedest bitch, don't even rhyme about gunnin'

Got joints circulating like them old karate flicks

Buncha Rah Digga shirts on some big body chicks

Throw my shit in your hoopty or your luxury trucks

And make the quickest turn around, like 'dro for 20 bucks

And I'll still be the greatest if this rap shit fail me

Back to jackin' bootleg flicks from out the deli

Livin' off the interest

Sippin on Tequila with my logo on the side of fuckin' 18-wheelers

[Chorus: Rah Digga & Busta Rhymes]

Flipmode, the imperial

You know you love it when you hear us on the radio

Go cop the joint and play the shit up in your stereo

Or in the streets, up in your Jeeps, or in the disco

And if you want the fly shit, my nigga, here we go

You know it's Digga lookin' pretty in the video

With Bus-a-Bus up in the cut, but you don't hear me though

Just when you think we done, we hit y'all, we got plenty mo'

Blow!

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]

Ay yo, yo, yo –

Razzle dazzle niggas like ya'll

Spray niggas like you and dismantle niggas like y'all

I got the thing that'll majorly handle niggas like y'all

Fight y'all, bust a semi and cancel niggas like y'all

I know some joke niggas who love to hassle niggas like y'all

Talk, and fix, and simply dance on niggas like y'all

Trample niggas like y'all

Make examples outta niggas like y'all

Grit their teeth and cock the hammer up inside the dance hall

Thugs, here's another sample for niggas like ya'll

Or for the ones who pass and light a Roman candle for niggas like y'all

Fight for niggas like y'all

Grab the mic from motherfuckers like y'all

Blow the spot in the night for all my niggas like y'all

My get-high niggas, I blaze for niggas like y'all

Stink the spot up with 'dro, now spray the fuckin' Lysol, yo

You know we be the ultimate

We fuckin' with some other shit

And when we hit y'all – yes, we sit and watch ya'll niggas ride the dick

[Chorus: Rah Digga & Busta Rhymes]

Flipmode, the imperial

You know you love it when you hear us on the radio

Go cop the joint and play the shit up in your stereo

Or in the streets, up in your Jeeps, or in the disco

And if you want the fly shit, my nigga, here we go

You know it's Digga lookin' pretty in the video

With Bus-a-Bus up in the cut, but you don't hear me though

Just when you think we done, we hit y'all, we got plenty mo'

Blow!

[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes & Rah Digga]

A'yo, clap and slap up a nigga for talkin' lots'a wack shit

While I roll around with the Harriet Thugman of this rap shit

Black chick, with intellect, who wanna match wits?

Write my own rhymes, so can't no niggas tell me jack shit

Master shit, Flipmode exclusive, across the map and shit

Presenting the First Lady of the Squad, now give me dap and shit

Sayin' "peace" when you see me, play the role like Ally Sheedy

And I ain't gon' join ya cipher if the weed's too seedy

Yo, make sure you see what we doing now, put on your binoculars

Then I gas ya like a paid Latino down at Banco Popular

Rah Digga underground and gon' always blow the spot for ya

Longest runnin' shit since 'The Phantom of the Opera'

Bus-a-Bus, going down as one of the greatest spoken philosophers

Holding a 12-shot semi with a little red dot for ya

First and only female, unmatched by anyone

Rip it from old school to the next millennium

[Chorus: Rah Digga & Busta Rhymes]

Flipmode, the imperial

You know you love it when you hear us on the radio

Go cop the joint and play the shit up in your stereo

Or in the streets, up in your Jeeps, or in the disco

And if you want the fly shit, my nigga, here we go

You know it's Digga lookin' pretty in the video

With Bus-a-Bus up in the cut, but you don't hear me though

Just when you think we done, we hit y'all, we got plenty mo'

Blow!