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Busta

Attention please, attention
Can I have everybody's please
So humorous, we laugh at all
The alliance has now officially formed
Ryder, Flipmode, 2000, it's now official baby
It's another

Swizz

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

Chorus: Rhymes

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

Rhymes:

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

Swizz

Listen, Flipmode and Ryders bang out hits
S-W-I two Z's bang out
Bang out chicks, for fun we bang out
Y'all go to war with revolvers that out flicks
Now find me on in the summer when it starts
And iced up, nice cut, new pair of
Thinkin' of extortin, nigga your ain't important
camp hotter than ours?, the fuck y'all snortin'
My bang out bricks, swing, mix, throw 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 and hand?, got plaques on the wall
And a fifth in hand, I'll put back on the wall
Nigga ask me no more about nuttin' you hear
Just and shout and just wild in here

3x

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

Guns bustin' plenty of them, hear that