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Busta

Attention please, attention
Can I have everybody's please
So humorous, we at all ay'all
The alliance has now officially formed
Ruff Ryder, Flipmode, 2000, now official baby
It's another

Beats:

Swizz Beats, who hits on your every six weeks
I be on the MP so that my wrist's weak
shit sweet, pile 'em in here
All my thugs in the start wildin' in here
Now put your bottles in the air, then your dutches
Me and keep it tight like liposucion
Niggas that don't like me get the knife for
one night in the club gets your life on crutches
You got that whodie, cock that forty
Flyin' in the 5 the top back on it
Stop that shorty, I you love me
Probably sample one of my then owe me money
Plus you don't know me money, so the rumors
Before you need the janitors to come mop the up
Ryde or Die two, smash the charts
Now put hands in the air for the black Mozart, OH!

Busta Rhymes

(Ohhhh), Now on
(Screeeam), baby come on
Get your up, (What!), now all my ladies do it
Get your up, (What!)
Now let me you through it
(Ohhhh), Now on
(Screeeam), Jump come on
Get your hands up, (What!), now all my do it
Get hands up, (What!)
Now let me walk you it

Rhymes:

Y'all niggas try to front, I'll send my crew on a
Bunch of scheming ass niggas smoking gats and
Rhymes, Flipmode represent
For the Ruff Ryder, and my Swizz
And we gonna be here to
Y'all niggas with some shit to bang in the street
And block the fuck out, the fuckin' floor with your feet
Before we bang niggas all with the heat
Feed y'all niggas gutters like a mutherfuckin' all you can eat
And make you bounce how poncho will play the
And on the bongo, free to bounce on the bongo
From New York to Colorado, so follow
I'm living for today and tomorrow
up your mouth, I got somethin' big for you to swallow
Blow you the chest with a hollow
Like the shit you waste and transpired right infront the impalo
Yo, the general Busta shock and memorable
You know we precious minerals, and deadly like burials

Swizz

Listen, Flipmode and Ruff bang out hits
S-W-I two Z's out clips
out chicks, for fun we bang out whips
Y'all go to war with revolvers that out flicks
Now find me on two-fifth in the summer when it
And iced up, cut, new pair of Jordans
Thinkin' of extortin, nigga your ain't important
Your camp than ours?, the fuck y'all snortin'
My thugs bang out bricks, swing, mix, dem grams
Hash smokers, more and out of soda cans
(Yo Swizz, I you stole), Whoa! listen man
Mindin' my business make you a missin' man
See the wrist and hand?, got on the wall
And a fifth in hand, I'll put your back on the
Nigga ask me no more about nuttin' you hear
Just scream and shout and wild in here

3x

New York, they ready for it
A-T-L, ain't ready for it
Oh, Oh, Oh, they ain't for it
Whoa, Oh, Oh, they ain't for it
My

Guns bustin' plenty of them, y'all hear