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Busta

Attention please, please
Can I have attention please
So humorous, we laugh at all
The alliance has now been officially
Ruff Ryder, Flipmode, 2000, now official baby
another headbanger

Swizz

Swizz Beats, who hits on your streets every six
I be on the MP so much that my weak
shit sweet, pile 'em in here
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 night in the club gets life on crutches
You got whodie, I'll cock that forty
Flyin' in the 5 the top back on it
Stop that shorty, I know you me
Probably sample one of my beats then owe me
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, smash the
Now put your in the air for the black Mozart, OH!

Chorus: Rhymes

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

Rhymes:

Y'all niggas try to front, I'll my crew on a hunt
Bunch of scheming ass niggas smoking gats and
Busta Rhymes, represent
For the Ruff Ryder, and my nigga
And we gonna be here to
Y'all niggas with some other shit to bang in the
And block the fuck out, bang the fuckin' floor with your
Before we y'all niggas all with the heat
Feed 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 for today and livin' tomorrow
up your 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 infront the
Yo, the general Busta shock and memorable
You we precious like minerals, and deadly like burials

Swizz

Listen, Flipmode and Ryders bang out hits
S-W-I two Z's out clips
Bang out chicks, for fun we bang out
Y'all go to war with revolvers that out flicks
Now me on two-fifth in the summer when it starts
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, dem grams
smokers, hopin' more and out of soda cans
(Yo Swizz, I heard you stole), Whoa! man
Mindin' my business will make you a man
See the wrist and hand?, got on the wall
And a fifth in hand, I'll put back on the wall
don't ask me no more about nuttin' you hear
Just scream and shout and just in here

3x

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

Guns bustin' plenty of them, hear that