| The Surgeon General. |
| of the Flipmode Squad.
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| Has determined. |
| that the sounds you about to hear.
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| Can be devestatin. |
| to your ear. |
| to your mind.
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| To your body. |
| to your souuuuuuuuuuuuuullll!
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| You better, pack up your bags, better get out of town
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| Cause when the God come you know he gon' be puttin it down
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| Everything we do be blowin, better get on the ground
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| It ain’t safe no more, it ain’t safe no more (nigga)
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| He keeps it wicked by creatin the sound
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| That make the people wanna spaz 'til they give him the crown
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| Fuck around you’ll turn up missin just to never be found
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| It ain’t safe no more, it ain’t safe no more (nigga)
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| Bodies’ll turn up missin, I promise you need to listen
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| Abolish the need for bitchin, I polish and shine and glisten
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| Demolishin while I’m whistlin, astonished while you’re witnessed
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| Hardest to smash another artist son, regardless if it is
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| A nigga who think he the greatest son I’ll lock him in the fridge
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| And hang him from both of his ankles when we drop him from the bridge
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| Blockin your paper really stoppin that dude from gettin his
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| Poppin the safe and splurgin, havin the crew up in the crib
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| Block 'til these niggas havin 'em rockin gargle with a bib
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| Shittin and fartin, spittin and vomitin all in the crib
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| Fallin into shock from the bullets we shot up in they ribs
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| Hot up the block and blew up the spot and got up out the mix
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| Tried it a couple stops and spotted the Squad up in they whips
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| Plotted and then I signed on the dotted line and made a wish
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| Return us even the hardest makin you garbage niggas sit
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| The smartest now you a target only the heartless niggas win
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| You can’t believe can you, I’m callin my dog Nathaniel
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| And ballin with all my mans you’ll be blowin and all will hand you
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| Accordingly or disorderly bullets are sure to bang you
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| Considerably my 9 milli hit you at any angle
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| Shootin, shootin, shootin — high, low, verticle or horizontal
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| And if you were makin plans I do think you gon' have to cancel
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| Sorry I had to ask you, save it I have to blast you
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| Takin a chance to laugh from you makin the masses gas you
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| So now you thinkin that you tough and that we can’t get at you
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| Change up your mind and leave you stiffer than a massive statue
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| Tired of talkin need to use all your precautionary measures
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| Washin off the blood haulin the water force of steady weather
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| You can handle it or you can’t, it be only gettin better
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| Like a candle, we burn your chandles and make you feel the pressure
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| Cockin it back, articulatin the flow just like a lecture
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| Break it down and rebuildin the flow, now peep the architecture
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| It ain’t safe. |
| in the current state. |
| of our democracy
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| Terrorism. |
| motherfuckers bombin New York. |
| shit is crazy
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| It ain’t safe no more!
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| All these rappin niggas goin at other rappin niggas heads
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| Shit is crazy! |
| But most importantly.
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| The most unsafe thing. |
| is that. |
| niggas ain’t seein, the God comin
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| Watch where you walk! |