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Busta

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

Swizz

Swizz Beats, who hits on your streets every six
I be on the MP so much my wrist's weak
Ain't shit sweet, 'em in here
All my thugs in the start wildin' in here
Now put bottles in the air, then light your dutches
Me and Busta keep it like liposucion
Niggas that like me get the knife for frontin'
Cause one night in the club gets your life on
You got that whodie, I'll that forty
in the 5 with the top back on it
Stop that shorty, I know you me
sample one of my beats then owe me money
Plus you don't me money, so stop the rumors
you need the janitors 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 come on
Get hands up, (What!), now all my ladies do it
Get hands up, (What!)
Now let me you through it
(Ohhhh), Now on
(Screeeam), Jump come on
Get hands up, (What!), now all my ladies do it
Get hands up, (What!)
Now let me you through it

Rhymes:

Y'all niggas try to front, I'll send my crew on a
of scheming ass niggas smoking gats and blunts
Busta Rhymes, Flipmode
For the Ruff Ryder, and my Swizz
And we gonna be here to
Y'all niggas some other shit to bang in the street
And block the out, bang the fuckin' floor with your feet
Before we bang y'all all with the heat
Feed y'all niggas gutters like a mutherfuckin' all you can eat
And make you bounce how poncho will play the
And on the bongo, free to bounce on the bongo
New York to Colorado, so just follow
I'm living for today and 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 know we precious like minerals, and deadly like

Swizz

Listen, Flipmode and Ruff Ryders bang out
S-W-I two Z's out clips
Bang out chicks, for fun we out whips
Y'all go to war revolvers that bang out flicks
Now find me on in the summer when it starts
And iced up, nice cut, new pair of
Thinkin' of extortin, your life ain't important
Your camp hotter than ours?, the fuck y'all
My thugs out bricks, swing, mix, throw dem grams
Hash smokers, hopin' more and out of soda
(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 fifth in hand, I'll put your back on the
Nigga don't ask me no more about nuttin' you
Just scream and shout and just wild in

3x

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

Guns bustin' plenty of them, y'all that