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Busta

Attention please, please
Can I have everybody's please
So humorous, we laugh at all
The has now been officially formed
Ruff Ryder, Flipmode, 2000, it's now official
It's headbanger

Swizz

Swizz Beats, who on your streets every six weeks
I be on the MP so that 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 Busta keep it tight liposucion
Niggas that don't like me get the knife for
Cause one night in the gets your life on crutches
You got that whodie, I'll that forty
Flyin' in the 5 with the top on it
Stop shorty, I know 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 janitors to come mop the up
Ryde or Die two, smash the charts
Now put hands in the air for the black Mozart, OH!

Busta Rhymes

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

Rhymes:

Y'all niggas try to front, I'll send my crew on a
Bunch of scheming ass niggas smoking gats and
Busta Rhymes, represent
For the Ryder, and my nigga Swizz
And we be here to present
Y'all niggas with some other to bang in the street
And block the fuck out, bang the fuckin' floor with feet
Before we bang y'all all with the heat
Feed y'all niggas more gutters like a all you can eat
And you bounce how poncho will play the congo
And on the bongo, free to bounce on the bongo
From New York to Colorado, so follow
I'm living for and livin' tomorrow
Open up mouth, I got somethin' big for you to swallow
you through the chest with a hollow
Like the foul shit you waste and transpired right infront the
Yo, the general Busta Busta shock and
You know we like minerals, and deadly like burials

Swizz

Listen, Flipmode and Ruff Ryders out hits
two Z's bang out clips
Bang out chicks, for fun we bang out
go to war with revolvers that bang out flicks
Now find me on two-fifth in the summer it starts
And iced up, nice cut, new pair of
of extortin, nigga your life ain't important
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
Mindin' my business will you a missin' man
See the wrist and hand?, got on the wall
And a fifth in hand, I'll put back on the wall
Nigga don't ask me no more about nuttin' you
Just scream and shout and wild in here

3x

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

Guns bustin' of them, y'all hear that