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Busta

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

Swizz

Swizz Beats, who hits on streets every six weeks
I be on the MP so much my wrist's weak
Ain't shit sweet, 'em in here
All my thugs in the clubs start wildin' in
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
Cause one night in the club gets your on crutches
You got that whodie, cock that forty
Flyin' in the 5 with the top on it
Stop shorty, I know you love me
Probably sample one of my beats owe me money
Plus you don't know me money, so the rumors
you need the janitors to come mop the room up
Ryde or Die Volume two, the charts
Now put your in the air for the black Mozart, OH!

Chorus: Busta

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

Busta

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

Swizz

Listen, and Ruff Ryders bang out hits
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 two-fifth in the when it starts
And up, nice cut, new pair of Jordans
Thinkin' of extortin, your life ain't important
Your hotter than ours?, the fuck y'all snortin'
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
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
Just scream and shout and wild in here

3x

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

Guns bustin' plenty of them, hear that