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Busta

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

Swizz

Swizz Beats, who hits on your streets every six
I be on the MP so much that my wrist's
Ain't sweet, pile 'em in here
All my thugs in the start wildin' in here
Now put your bottles in the air, then light your
Me and keep it tight like liposucion
Niggas that don't like me get the for frontin'
Cause one night in the club your life on crutches
You got that whodie, I'll 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
Plus you don't know me money, so stop the
Before you need the to come mop the room up
Ryde or Die Volume two, smash the
Now put your in the air for the black Mozart, OH!

Busta Rhymes

(Ohhhh), Now on
(Screeeam), baby come on
Get your hands up, (What!), now all my do it
Get hands up, (What!)
Now let me walk you it
(Ohhhh), Now on
(Screeeam), baby come on
Get your up, (What!), now all my ladies do it
Get your up, (What!)
Now let me walk you 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 Ruff Ryder, and my Swizz
And we be here to present
niggas with some 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 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 today and livin'
Open up your mouth, I got somethin' big for you to
Blow you through the chest with a
Like the foul shit you waste and right infront the impalo
Yo, the general Busta Busta and memorable
You know we like minerals, and deadly like burials

Swizz

Listen, Flipmode and Ruff bang out hits
S-W-I two Z's bang out
Bang out chicks, for fun we out whips
Y'all go to war with revolvers that bang out
Now find me on two-fifth in the summer when it
And iced up, nice cut, new of Jordans
Thinkin' of extortin, nigga your 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 you stole), Whoa! listen 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 your on the wall
Nigga ask me no more about nuttin' you hear
Just scream and shout and just wild in

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 ain't for it
My

Guns bustin' of them, y'all hear that