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Busta

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

Swizz

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

Chorus: Busta

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

Busta

Y'all niggas try to front, I'll send my crew on a
Bunch of ass niggas smoking gats and blunts
Busta Rhymes, Flipmode
For the Ryder, and my nigga Swizz
And we be here to present
Y'all niggas with some shit to bang in the street
And block the fuck out, bang the floor with your feet
Before we bang y'all all with the heat
Feed y'all more gutters like a mutherfuckin' all you can eat
And you bounce how poncho will play the congo
And bang on the bongo, free to on the bongo
From New York to Colorado, so just
I'm living for today and tomorrow
Open up your mouth, I got somethin' big for you to
Blow you the chest with a hollow
Like the shit you waste and transpired right infront the impalo
Yo, the general Busta Busta shock and
You know we precious like minerals, and deadly burials

Swizz

Listen, and Ruff Ryders 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 it starts
And up, nice cut, new pair of Jordans
of extortin, nigga your life ain't important
Your hotter than ours?, the fuck y'all snortin'
My thugs out bricks, swing, mix, throw dem grams
Hash smokers, hopin' more and out of cans
(Yo Swizz, I you stole), Whoa! listen man
Mindin' my will make you a missin' man
See the and hand?, got plaques on the wall
And a fifth in hand, put your back on the wall
Nigga don't ask me no more about nuttin' you
Just and shout and just wild in here

3x

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

Guns bustin' plenty of them, y'all that