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Busta

please, attention please
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

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

Busta Rhymes

(Ohhhh), Now on
(Screeeam), Jump baby on
Get hands up, (What!), now all my ladies 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 hands 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 smoking and blunts
Busta Rhymes, represent
For the Ryder, and my nigga Swizz
And we gonna be to present
Y'all niggas some other shit to bang in the street
And block the fuck out, bang the fuckin' floor your feet
Before we y'all niggas all with the heat
Feed y'all more gutters like a mutherfuckin' all you can eat
And make you bounce how poncho will the congo
And on the bongo, free to bounce on the bongo
From New York to Colorado, so just
I'm living for today and livin'
Open up your mouth, I got somethin' big for you to
Blow you through the chest with a
the foul shit you waste and transpired right infront the impalo
Yo, the general Busta shock and memorable
You know we precious like minerals, and deadly burials

Swizz

Listen, Flipmode and Ruff bang out hits
S-W-I two Z's out clips
Bang out chicks, for fun we bang out
Y'all go to war with revolvers bang out flicks
Now me on two-fifth in the summer when it starts
And up, nice cut, new pair of Jordans
Thinkin' of extortin, your life ain't important
Your camp hotter ours?, the fuck y'all snortin'
My thugs bang out bricks, swing, mix, throw dem
smokers, hopin' more and out of soda cans
(Yo Swizz, I you stole), Whoa! listen man
Mindin' my business will you a missin' man
See the wrist and hand?, got plaques on the
And a in hand, I'll put your back on the wall
Nigga don't ask me no more nuttin' you hear
Just scream and shout and wild in here

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, ain't ready for it
My

Guns bustin' plenty of them, y'all hear