*featuring Swizz/Busta Rhymes
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[Busta Rhymes:]
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Attention please, attention please
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Can I have everybody's attention please
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So humorous, we laugh at all ay'all
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The alliance has now been officially formed
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Ruff Ryder, Flipmode, 2000, it's now official baby
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It's another headbanger
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[Swizz Beats:]
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Swizz Beats, who hits on your streets every six weeks
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I be on the MP so much that my wrist's weak
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Ain't shit sweet, pile 'em in here
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All my thugs in the clubs start wildin' in here
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Now put your bottles in the air, then light your dutches
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Me and Busta keep it tight like liposucion
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Niggas that don't like me get the knife for frontin'
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Cause one night in the club gets your life on crutches
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You got that whodie, I'll cock that forty
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Flyin' in the 5 with the top back on it
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Stop that shorty, I know you love me
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Probably sample one of my beats then owe me money
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Plus you don't know me money, so stop the rumors
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Before you need the janitors to come mop the room up
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Ryde or Die Volume two, smash the charts
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Now put your hands in the air for the black Mozart, OH!
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[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
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(Ohhhh), Now come on
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(Screeeam), Jump baby come on
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Get your hands up, (What!), now all my ladies do it
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Get your hands up, (What!)
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Now let me walk you through it
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(Ohhhh), Now come on
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(Screeeam), Jump baby come on
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Get your hands up, (What!), now all my ladies do it
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Get your hands up, (What!)
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Now let me walk you through it
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[Busta Rhymes:]
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Y'all niggas try to front, I'll send my crew on a hunt
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Bunch of scheming ass niggas smoking gats and blunts
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Busta Rhymes, Flipmode represent
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For the Ruff Ryder, and my nigga Swizz
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And we gonna be here to present
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Y'all niggas with some other shit to bang in the street
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And block the fuck out, bang the fuckin' floor with your feet
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Before we bang y'all niggas all with the heat
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Feed y'all niggas more gutters like a mutherfuckin' all you can eat
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And make you bounce how poncho will play the congo
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And bang on the bongo, free to bounce on the bongo
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From New York to Colorado, so just follow
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I'm living for today and livin' tomorrow
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Open up your mouth, I got somethin' big for you to swallow
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Blow you through the chest with a hollow
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Like the foul shit you waste and transpired right infront the impalo
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Yo, the general Busta Busta shock and memorable
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You know we precious like minerals, and deadly like burials
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[Chorus]
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[Swizz Beats:]
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Listen, Flipmode and Ruff Ryders bang out hits
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S-W-I two Z's bang out clips
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Bang out chicks, for fun we bang out whips
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Y'all go to war with revolvers that bang out flicks
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Now find me on two-fifth in the summer when it starts
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And iced up, nice cut, new pair of Jordans
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Thinkin' of extortin, nigga your life ain't important
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Your camp hotter than ours?, the fuck y'all snortin'
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My thugs bang out bricks, swing, mix, throw dem grams
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Hash smokers, hopin' more and out of soda cans
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(Yo Swizz, I heard you stole), Whoa! listen man
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Mindin' my business will make you a missin' man
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See the wrist and hand?, got plaques on the wall
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And a fifth in hand, I'll put your back on the wall
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Nigga don't ask me no more about nuttin' you hear
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Just scream and shout and just wild in here
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[Chorus: 3x]
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New York, they ain't ready for it
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A-T-L, they ain't ready for it
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Oh, Oh, Oh, they ain't ready for it
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Whoa, Oh, Oh, they ain't ready for it
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My ladies
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Millenium
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Guns bustin' plenty of them, y'all hear that
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Fright Night
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DMX |