Hurricane's in the house..
  
  [Lord Have Mercy]
  Land-Lord, up in the house *COME GET IT*
  Rah Digga, up in the house *COME GET IT*
  Rampage, up in the house *COME GET IT*
  What? Baby come get it (Rah: What? Nigga come get it)
  
  Chorus: Lord Have Mercy, Rah Digga
  
  L: Turn the heat up
  cause we about to creep up *COME GET IT*
  L: It's off the meter
  plus we tear the street up *COME GET IT*
  R: Ladies G'd up, what?
  Don't smoke the weed up *COME GET IT*
  L: What? Baby come get it (Rah: What? Nigga come get it)
  
  [Rah Digga]
  Check it, I come in sweeter than La Femme Nikita
  Be all up in your hood like I'm a C&C two liter
  The little honey that be doin her she thing
  On some Mya shit, like "It's All About Me" see?
  I bleed things, blunt slicer on my keyrings
  Bra top, lots of G-strings, havin weed dreams
  I'd be Queen if this the 1900's
  cause niggaz gon get it, and E'RYBODY want it
  I'm totin bags, eyes redder than a photo lab
  The spins on your single, won't even top my promo ad
  Hard drops quicker than jackers at the car lots
  Couldn't get no harder if you went to School of Hard Knocks
  The grimy bitch, sometime be punchliney bitch
  So don't make me go there! (*starts singing to "The P is Free"*)
  Because the groupies are free, but the rhymes cost money..
  OH YEAH!!
  
  Chorus 2X
  
  [Rampage]
  All my Flipmode niggaz just bounce to this
  All my Rampage niggaz just bounce to this
  All my Hurricane niggaz just bounce to this
  All my niggaz if you with me just, bounce with this
  Okay, this is how it goes, pimpin all you, hoes
  Catch em outside the shows, time to get the dough
  Up in the studio, smokin the hydro
  Writin the hot shit, you waitin for me to go
  Threw on the Ram' bounce, just shakin yo' ass yo
  Bump this in your Lex Coupe or your Expo'
  Flipmode Squad, we the ones in them videos
  Catch us with the fly shit, but you don't hear me doe
  Rampage, professional, just move your feet
  We bout to make you do the jerk, get out your seats
  Seven days a week and we the Squad that don't sleep
  Catch me in the street I'm on the midnight creep, so what?
  
  Chorus 2X
  
  [Lord Have Mercy]
  I walk the path, that Allah made, +Smooth+, like Sade
  Got pickup tracks -- high-beam with the fog rays
  International capital, checks cashed in full
  Damage your hood, natural, spend grands for goods
  Traditional niggaz know -- scream on these players like
  DJ call in some mo', invincible pretty flow
  Grammar God, swing like gold from Panama
  Twenty-four carat charms, with smooth cuts like Sarah Vaughn
  Here we go, here we go -- attitude
  spit the vocals hotter than soul food from Baton Rouge
  Come, sharp-tongued like Malcolm, on any album
  Some got chrome like Sly Stone, what you about son?
  Here it is, here it is -- handcraft the raw
  Who the boss? Human torch any Fantastic Four
  Player, I be a point guard, controllin things
  In the 4th quarter, it's all water like holdin springs
  
  Chorus 2X
  
  DJ Hurricane in the place baby c'mon
  Flip--mode, up in the spot baby c'mon
  Ram--page, up in the place baby c'mon
  Rah, Digga up in the house baby c'mon
  Lord Have Mercy in the place baby c'mon
  Busta Rhymes is in the house baby c'mon
  Whylin out, for the night yeah c'mon
  Hollis crew, represent baby c'mon
  DJ Hurricane represent baby c'mon
  All the ladies c'mon, shake it baby c'mon
  All the females c'mon, shake it baby c'mon..