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Busta

please, attention please
Can I have everybody's attention
So humorous, we at all ay'all
The alliance has now been formed
Ryder, Flipmode, 2000, it's now official baby
It's headbanger

Beats:

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

Busta Rhymes

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

Busta

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

Swizz

Listen, and Ruff Ryders bang out hits
S-W-I two Z's out clips
Bang out chicks, for fun we 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
of extortin, nigga your life ain't important
Your camp than ours?, the fuck y'all snortin'
My thugs bang out bricks, swing, mix, throw dem
Hash smokers, hopin' and out of soda cans
(Yo Swizz, I you stole), Whoa! listen man
Mindin' my business make you a missin' man
See the and hand?, got plaques on the wall
And a in hand, I'll put your back on the wall
Nigga ask me no more about nuttin' you hear
Just scream and shout and just wild in

3x

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

Guns plenty of them, y'all hear that