[busta rhymes]
uhhhh!! you donand't know what we doin right here!
Intro/chorus one: repeat 2x
One two three we gonand' turn it out
and make you rock to the beat and then scream and shout
we gonna hit you with the shit we got here
we gonna blow your miiiinnnd (blow your miiiinnnd)
keep it movin like this, keep it movin like that
if i die, iand'ma only come back
yo, iand'm saying if you think that you can step to me wrong
donand't even waste your tiiiimmme (waste your tiiiimmme)
Chorus two:
You niggaz talk shit then abandon ship
niggaz talk shit then they abandon ship
niggaz talk shit, then they abandon ship
niggaz talk shit then they abandon ship
Verse one: rampage the last boy scout, busta rhymes
I 8off like the assassin, now iand'm blastin iand'm takin over
stick you for your blue range rover
i told ya, rampage a real live soldier
been in the game, sinc the age of thirteen
a microphone fiend, so iand'm goin to see my p.o.
itand's august the 1st, so i guess iand'm a leo
my p.o., look like vanessa del rio
she pulled my rap sheet, just like, neo geo
Hahahaaa! i always roam through the forest
just like a brontosaurus, born in the month of may
so my sign is taurus, kick you in your face
like my fuckin name was chuck norris, make you sing my chorus
rock to the beat and then, turn into a walrus
you remain nameless, my victory remains flawless
acting like you wild, but i know you really harmless
while your time is coming, i make the fat shit regardless
Many niggaz wanna know when the ramp return
yo iand'm gettin phone calls from that nigga howard stern
he wants to know about my flip mode click
the way we get down and bust niggaz shit
lp after lp, we make gand's
i run up in your ganks den take you for your keys
iand'm not lying or joking, you get broken
dead in flatbush, back to roanoake and...
People always askin me, how your shit be sellin
for makin shit guaranteed to bust your fuckin melon
police throwed me up on charges like i was a felon
there was no tellin, when i was strikin had you swellin
cruisin in my lands, watch the police how they be gellin
lock you up for days and got a nigga ass smellin
yo fuck that! you best believe there ainand't no time for dwellin
if you ainand't makin noise you need to kill the fuckin yellin
Chorus one
chorus two
Verse two: rampage, busta
Yo, yo, yo i run up in your set like a new york city...
i canand't slip, i beat you down with my vice grip
your lost, that means you way off course
no remorse, iand'm gettin five in the source
I be saddleback biting motherfuckers like a horse
turn and toss, niggaz all up in my applesauce
watch me reinforce, my shit feel good like intercourse
ever since i was a shorty rockin hugo boss
Aiyyo bust it bust (why) you just made my day
if you didnand't put me on iand'd be locked like o.j.
now iand'm writin rhymes hittin shorties everyday
in the full runnin drinkin ice tanqueray
i donand't eat pork i take a fish fellet
now iand'm knockin out niggaz from .. to .. touche!
now iand'm goin back around the way
iand'm rippin shit, like my name was marvin gaye
Yo, now iand'm back with more bionic like my name was colt seavers
got you niggaz open like a bunch of wide receivers
time is on the meter, go clean your act up in the cleaners
chickenhead, give me some of your chicken fajitas
yo i beg your pardon, i write my rhymes way past the margins
squeeze the charmin, peace to one million men marchin
when you talk shit you really donand't know what you startin
now your shit is done like a fuckin empty milk carton
Itand's on for the nine-six, mad shows at the ritz
now we got you open like fixx
stickin to your stomach like quaker oat grits
fisherman hat with my brand new kicks
on the low, i still rock my girbauds
see the show, i got my nickel plated foand'-foand'
all my rough niggaz open the doand'
cause boy scout brings the ruckus and iand'm still hardcoand'
Yo, when i walk streets you know my bladeand's a little sharper
fuck peter parker, i cross you like a magic marker
everytime i hit i always hit a little harder
blazing to the point where niggaz look a little darker
catching suntans from my music, fans understand
making fat shit, i always love to lend a helping hand
organized rhyme unit like the poison clan
while your ride is busted, i be your luxury sedan
number one nigga in the chain of command
breakin fool in school like my nigga geechie dan
aiyyyyyo, i see intruders on my scan
singin at your funeral like bobby bluebland
Chorus one
