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

Swizz Beats, who hits on your streets six weeks
I be on the MP so much my wrist's weak
Ain't shit sweet, pile 'em in
All my thugs in the clubs start in here

Now put your bottles in the air, then light your
Me and Busta keep it tight like
Niggas that don't like me get the knife for
'Cause one night in the club gets your life on

You got whodie, I'll cock that forty
Flyin' in the 5 the top back on it
Stop shorty, I know you love me
Probably one of my beats then owe me money

Plus you know me money, so stop the rumors
Before you need the janitors to mop the room up
Ryde or Die Volume two, smash the
Now put hands in the air for the black Mozart, oh

Ohh, now on
Scream, baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my do it
Get hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Ohh, now on
Scream, baby come on
Get hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you it

Y'all niggas try to front, I'll send my crew on a
Bunch of scheming ass niggas gats and blunts
Rhymes, Flipmode represent
For the Ruff Ryder, and my nigga
And we gonna be here to

Y'all niggas with some other to bang in the street
And block the fuck out, bang the fuckin' floor your feet
Before we bang y'all niggas all with the
Feed y'all niggas more gutters like a all you can eat

And make you bounce how poncho play the Congo
And on the bongo, free to bounce on the bongo
From New to Colorado, so just follow
I'm living for today and livin'

Open up your mouth, I got somethin' big for you to
Blow you the chest with a hollow
Like the shit you waste and transpired right in front the impalo
Yo, the general Busta Busta shock and
You know we like minerals, and deadly like burials

Ohh, now on
Scream, jump come on
Get hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your up, what, now let me walk you through it

Ohh, now on
Scream, baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my do it
Get hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Listen, Flipmode and Ruff Ryders bang out
S W I two Z's out clips
Bang out chicks, for fun we bang out
Y'all go to war revolvers that bang out flicks

Now find me on two-fifth in the when it starts
And iced up, nice cut, new of Jordans
Thinkin' of extortin', nigga your ain't important
Your camp hotter ours, the fuck y'all snortin'

My thugs bang out bricks, swing, mix, throw dem
Hash smokers, hopin' more and out of soda
Yo Swizz, I heard you stole, whoa, man
Mindin' my business will make you a man

See the wrist and hand, got plaques on the
And a fifth in hand, I'll put your back on the
Nigga don't ask me no about nuttin' you hear
scream and shout and just wild in here

Ohh, now on
Scream, jump baby on
Get your hands up, what, now all my do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you it

Ohh, now on
Scream, jump come on
Get hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you it

Ohh, now on
Scream, baby come on
Get hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Ohh, now on
Scream, jump come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my do it
Get hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Ohh, now on
Scream, jump baby on
Get your up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me you through it

Ohh, now on
Scream, jump come on
Get your up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me you through it

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

My

Guns plenty of them, y'all hear that