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Busta

Attention please, attention
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 streets every six weeks
I be on the MP so that my wrist's weak
Ain't sweet, pile 'em in here
All my thugs in the start wildin' in here
Now put your in the air, then light your dutches
Me and keep it tight like liposucion
Niggas that don't like me get the knife for
Cause one in the club gets your life on crutches
You got that whodie, I'll cock that
Flyin' in the 5 with the top on it
Stop that shorty, I know you me
Probably sample one of my then owe me money
Plus you don't know me money, so stop the
you need the janitors to come mop the room up
Ryde or Die two, smash the charts
Now put hands 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 your up, (What!)
Now let me walk you it
(Ohhhh), Now on
(Screeeam), Jump baby on
Get your up, (What!), now all my ladies do it
Get hands up, (What!)
Now let me you through it

Busta

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 gonna be to present
Y'all niggas with other shit to bang in the street
And block the out, bang the fuckin' floor with your feet
we bang y'all niggas all with the heat
Feed y'all niggas more gutters a mutherfuckin' all you can eat
And you bounce how poncho will play the congo
And bang on the bongo, free to on the bongo
From New to Colorado, so just follow
I'm living for and livin' tomorrow
Open up your mouth, I got big for you to swallow
Blow you through the chest with a
the foul shit you waste and transpired right infront the impalo
Yo, the Busta Busta shock and memorable
You know we precious like minerals, and deadly burials

Swizz

Listen, Flipmode and Ruff Ryders out hits
S-W-I two Z's out clips
out chicks, for fun we bang out whips
Y'all go to war with that bang out flicks
Now find me on in the summer when it starts
And iced up, cut, new pair of Jordans
Thinkin' of extortin, nigga your life ain't
Your camp hotter ours?, the fuck y'all snortin'
My thugs bang out bricks, swing, mix, dem grams
Hash smokers, 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 plaques on the
And a fifth in hand, I'll put your on the wall
Nigga don't ask me no more about you hear
Just scream and and just wild in here

3x

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

Guns plenty of them, y'all hear that