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Busta

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

Swizz

Swizz Beats, who hits on your streets six weeks
I be on the MP so much my wrist's weak
Ain't shit sweet, 'em in here
All my thugs in the clubs start in here
Now put your bottles in the air, light your dutches
Me and Busta 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, cock that forty
Flyin' in the 5 with the top on it
Stop shorty, I know you love me
sample one of my beats then owe me money
Plus you don't know me money, so stop the
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: Busta

(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
(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

Busta

Y'all try to front, I'll send my crew on a hunt
Bunch of scheming ass niggas smoking and blunts
Busta Rhymes, Flipmode
For the Ryder, and my nigga Swizz
And we gonna be to present
Y'all niggas with other shit to bang in the street
And block the fuck out, bang the fuckin' floor your feet
Before we bang niggas all with the heat
y'all niggas more gutters like a mutherfuckin' all you can eat
And make you bounce how poncho will the congo
And bang on the bongo, free to on the bongo
From New York to Colorado, so follow
I'm for today and livin' tomorrow
Open up your mouth, I got big for you to swallow
Blow you through the with a hollow
the foul shit you waste and transpired right infront the impalo
Yo, the general Busta Busta and memorable
You know we precious like minerals, and deadly like

Swizz

Listen, and Ruff Ryders bang out hits
S-W-I two Z's out clips
Bang out chicks, for fun we bang out
Y'all go to war revolvers that bang out flicks
Now me on two-fifth in the summer when it starts
And iced up, nice cut, new 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 make you a missin' man
See the and hand?, got plaques on the wall
And a fifth in hand, I'll put back on the wall
don't ask me no more about nuttin' you hear
Just scream and shout and wild in here

3x

New York, they ain't 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 bustin' plenty of them, y'all hear