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Busta

please, attention please
Can I have attention please
So humorous, we laugh at all
The alliance has now been formed
Ruff Ryder, Flipmode, 2000, it's now official
another headbanger

Swizz

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

Busta

niggas try to front, I'll send my crew on a hunt
Bunch of scheming ass niggas smoking and blunts
Busta Rhymes, represent
For the Ryder, and my nigga Swizz
And we gonna be here to
Y'all niggas some other shit to bang in the street
And block the fuck out, bang the fuckin' floor with feet
Before we y'all niggas all with the heat
Feed niggas more gutters like a mutherfuckin' all you can eat
And make you 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 today and livin'
up your mouth, I got somethin' big for you to swallow
Blow you through the chest with a
Like the foul shit you waste and transpired right 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 bang out
out chicks, for fun we bang out whips
Y'all go to war with revolvers that out flicks
Now find me on two-fifth in the summer it starts
And iced up, cut, new pair of Jordans
of extortin, nigga your life ain't important
Your hotter than ours?, the fuck y'all snortin'
My bang out bricks, swing, mix, throw dem grams
Hash smokers, hopin' 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 on the wall
And a in hand, I'll put your back on the wall
Nigga ask me no more about nuttin' you hear
Just scream and and just wild in here

3x

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

Guns bustin' of them, y'all hear that