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Busta

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

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, pile 'em in
All my thugs in the start wildin' in here
Now put your bottles in the air, then your dutches
Me and Busta keep it tight like
Niggas that don't me get the knife for frontin'
Cause one night in the club gets life on crutches
You got that whodie, cock that forty
Flyin' in the 5 with the top on it
Stop that shorty, I know you me
Probably one of my beats then owe me money
you don't know me money, so stop the rumors
Before you need the janitors to come mop the up
Ryde or Die Volume two, smash the
Now put hands in the air for the black 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 your up, (What!)
Now let me you through it

Busta

Y'all niggas try to front, I'll send my crew on a
Bunch of scheming ass niggas smoking and blunts
Busta Rhymes, represent
For the Ruff Ryder, and my nigga
And we gonna be here to
Y'all niggas with other shit to bang in the street
And block the fuck out, bang the fuckin' floor with your
we bang y'all niggas all with the heat
Feed y'all niggas more 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
From New to Colorado, so just follow
I'm living for 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 Busta and memorable
You we precious like minerals, and deadly like burials

Swizz

Listen, Flipmode and Ruff bang out hits
two Z's bang out clips
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 life ain't
Your camp 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 heard you stole), Whoa! man
Mindin' my business will you a missin' 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 nuttin' you hear
Just scream and shout and wild in here

3x

New York, ain't ready 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, y'all hear