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Busta

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

Swizz

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

Busta Rhymes

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

niggas try to front, I'll send my crew on a hunt
Bunch of scheming ass niggas gats 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 out, bang the fuckin' floor with your feet
Before we y'all niggas all with the heat
Feed y'all niggas more like a mutherfuckin' all you can eat
And make you bounce how 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 and livin' tomorrow
Open up your mouth, I got somethin' big for you to
Blow you through the with a hollow
Like the foul shit you and transpired right infront the impalo
Yo, the Busta Busta shock and memorable
You know we precious like minerals, and deadly burials

Swizz

Listen, Flipmode and Ruff Ryders 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 two-fifth in the summer it starts
And iced up, cut, new pair of Jordans
Thinkin' of extortin, nigga your life important
Your camp than ours?, the fuck y'all snortin'
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 plaques on the
And a fifth in hand, I'll put back on the wall
Nigga don't ask me no more nuttin' you hear
Just scream and shout and just wild in

3x

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

Guns bustin' plenty of them, hear that