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Abandon Ship
Busta Rhymes
UHHHH!! You don't know what we doin right here!
Intro/Chorus One: One two three we gon' 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) If I die I'ma only come back Keep it movin like this keep it movin like that Yo I'm saying if you think that you can step to me wrong Don't even waste your tiiiimmme (waste your tiiiimmme) Chorus Two:
Niggaz talk shit, then they abandon ship You niggaz talk shit then 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 I'm blastin I'm takin over Stick you for your blue Range Rover I told ya, Rampage a real live soldier A microphone fiend, so I'm goin to see my P.O. Been in the game, sinc the age of thirteen It's August the 1st, so I guess I'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 like my fuckin name was Chuck Norris, make you sing my so my sign is Taurus, kick you in your face 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
Yo I'm gettin phone calls from that nigga Howard Stern Many niggaz wanna know when the Ramp return He wants to know about my Flip Mode click The way we get down and BUST NIGGAZ SHIT LP after LP, we make G's I run up in your ganks den take you for your keys I'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 Lock you up for days and got a nigga ass smellin Cruisin in my Lands, watch the police how they be gellin Yo FUCK THAT! You best believe there ain't no time for dwellin If you ain'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 can't slip, I beat you down with my vice grip Your lost, that means you way off course No remorse, I'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 didn't put me on I'd be locked like O.J. In the full runnin drinkin ice Tanqueray Now I'm writin rhymes hittin shorties everyday I don't eat pork I take a fish fellet Now I'm goin back around the way Now I'm knockin out niggaz from .. to .. touche! I'm rippin shit, like my name was Marvin Gaye Yo, now I'm back with more Bionic like my name was Colt Seavers Got you niggaz open like a bunch of wide receivers
Chickenhead, give me some of your chicken fajitas Time is on the meter, go clean your act up in the cleaners Yo I beg your pardon, I write my rhymes way past the margins Squeeze the Charmin, peace to one million men marchin Now your shit is done like a fuckin empty milk carton When you talk shit you really don't know what you startin
It's on for the nineNow 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 fo'All my rough niggaz open the do' Cause Boy Scout brings the ruckus and I'm still hardco'
Yo, when I walk streets you know my blade'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 While your ride is busted, I be your luxury Sedan Organized rhyme unit like the Poison Clan 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
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