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Busta

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

Swizz

Swizz Beats, who on your streets every six weeks
I be on the MP so much my wrist's weak
Ain't sweet, pile 'em in here
All my thugs in the clubs wildin' in here
Now put your bottles in the air, then your dutches
Me and Busta keep it tight liposucion
Niggas that don't like me get the for frontin'
Cause one in the club gets your life on crutches
You got whodie, I'll cock that forty
Flyin' in the 5 with the top 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 hands in the air for the black 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 walk you it
(Ohhhh), Now on
(Screeeam), baby come on
Get your up, (What!), now all my ladies do it
Get your up, (What!)
Now let me you through it

Busta

niggas try to front, I'll send my crew on a hunt
Bunch of ass niggas smoking gats and blunts
Busta Rhymes, Flipmode
For the Ruff Ryder, and my Swizz
And we be here to present
Y'all with some other shit to bang in the street
And the fuck out, bang the fuckin' floor with your feet
Before we bang y'all all with the heat
Feed y'all niggas more gutters a mutherfuckin' all you can eat
And you bounce how poncho will play the congo
And bang on the bongo, free to bounce on the
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 through the chest with a
Like the foul shit you waste and transpired infront the impalo
Yo, the general Busta shock and memorable
You we precious like minerals, and deadly like burials

Swizz

Listen, Flipmode and Ruff bang out hits
two Z's bang out clips
Bang out chicks, for fun we out whips
go to war with 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 y'all snortin'
My thugs bang out bricks, swing, mix, throw dem
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 wrist and hand?, got on the wall
And a in hand, I'll put your back on the wall
Nigga don't ask me no more about nuttin' you
Just scream and shout and just wild in

3x

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

Guns plenty of them, y'all hear that