Get this party started
Def Squad, yeah, Flipmode
Raw Footage, uh
Yeah

While I write, y'all jump in
Take a ride with me
New Hummer, no leases, a few dime pieces
The L-Y-T-E, I cram to understand and
The R-A-H D and me E-D
Hey Mr. DJ, give a jigga-jigga back spin
If you do like this, then bring it back then
I'll break your neck like you're Busta Bust
I'm on the floor with a chick that's voluptuous
Tell yo', keep the music pumpin'
We got the party jumpin'
Bartender, bring me something
Yeah, water boy, keep it coming
Yeah, out the sprinkler like a Nelly video
All blaze one, this is rap phase one
I burn anybody, third degree
X5 cats like BM from AM's to PM's
I'm a MC and producer
Seduced like the Kama Sutra
Beyond the stuff that ya used to

Tell me if you don't feel me (so what you sayin')
Tell me if you don't feel me, tell me if you don't feel me (yeah)
Tell me if you don't feel me (so what you sayin')
Tell me if you don't feel me, tell me if you don't feel me (gimme the light)

The nerve of y'all
I spit shit so thick like a swerve on a curveball and murder y'all
Ain't shit to me (uh huh), rap stacked in plaques
I'm history, these wack chicks can't get with me
You get a rude awakening, BK bomber got 'em shakin'
Def Squad, no fakin'
It's Erick Sermon and me (yeah)
Niggas, fix ya face 'fore I fucks it up permanently
Hit that, quit that, then burn it up, B
You work hard for the cash, I make it work for me
On my worst day, see I hammer that ass
Line for line, let's see whose stamina lasts
I'm slammin' ya fast like Def Jam poetry
You know it's me, the most quoted G
Bitches grab your notes, send your checks to me
Best to be there 'cause I beat down my enemies, man

Tell me if you don't feel me (so what you sayin')
Tell me if you don't feel me, tell me if you don't feel me (yeah)
Tell me if you don't feel me (so what you sayin')
Tell me if you don't feel me, tell me if you don't feel me (Rah Digga, Flipmode)

Rah D-I, G-G-A y'all
I'm from the bricks where we don't play y'all
I fly through ten people like I was skin measles
Triple X ready to wreck like Vin Diesel
Camcord the battle, run around when we finished
Show the tapes to my dogs like we was all menace
Look how long I sit, still big as it get
People still runnin' up with that Digga-Digga shit
Look at these bitches, now they wanna flip it
Tryna rock hard but they better off strippin'
Who think they could rip any stank group of chicks
I come creepin' with a mask like a St. Lunatic
I'm a diva by day but when the clock strike twelve
It's back to wife beaters, jeans and white shells
Handin' five L's, Rah waitin' for ya
Comin' out the booth, champ like I'm De La Hoya, dirty

Tell me if you don't feel me (so what you sayin')
Tell me if you don't feel me, tell me if you don't feel me (aha, yeah)
Tell me if you don't feel me (so what you sayin')
Tell me if you don't feel me, tell me if you don't feel me (huh, Lil Earl, huh)

Yeah, what