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

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

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

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

you don't know me money, so stop the rumors
Before you need the to come 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, jump come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my do it
Get your up, what, now let me walk you through it

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

Y'all niggas try to front, send my crew on a hunt
Bunch of scheming ass niggas smoking gats and
Busta Rhymes, represent
For the Ryder, and my nigga Swizz
And we be here to present

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

And make you bounce how poncho will the Congo
And bang on the bongo, free to bounce on the
New York to Colorado, so just follow
I'm living for and livin' tomorrow

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

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

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

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

Now find me on in the summer when it starts
And iced up, nice cut, new pair of
Thinkin' of extortin', nigga your life ain't
Your camp hotter than ours, the fuck y'all

My thugs bang out bricks, swing, mix, throw dem
Hash smokers, more and out of soda cans
Yo Swizz, I you stole, whoa, listen man
my business will 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 don't ask me no more about you hear
Just scream and shout and just in here

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

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 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 your up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you it

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

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

My

Guns bustin' of them, y'all hear that