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Busta

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

Beats:

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

Chorus: Rhymes

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

Busta

Y'all niggas try to front, I'll send my on a hunt
Bunch of scheming ass niggas gats and blunts
Busta Rhymes, represent
For the Ryder, and my nigga Swizz
And we be here to present
Y'all niggas with some other shit to in the street
And block the fuck out, the fuckin' floor with your feet
we bang y'all niggas 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 bang on the bongo, 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 big for you to swallow
you through the chest with a hollow
Like the foul shit you waste and transpired infront the impalo
Yo, the general Busta shock and memorable
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 out whips
Y'all go to war with revolvers bang out flicks
Now find me on two-fifth in the summer it starts
And up, nice cut, new pair of Jordans
Thinkin' of extortin, nigga life ain't important
Your camp hotter than ours?, the fuck y'all
My thugs out bricks, swing, mix, throw dem grams
smokers, hopin' more and out of soda cans
(Yo Swizz, I heard you stole), Whoa! man
Mindin' my business will you a missin' man
See the and hand?, got plaques on the wall
And a in hand, I'll put your back on the wall
Nigga don't ask me no more about you hear
Just scream and shout and just in here

3x

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

Guns plenty of them, y'all hear that