Busta Rhymes F, Rampage Abandon Ship Lyrics

UHHHH!! You don't know what we doin right here!

Intro/Chorus One: repeat 2X

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 s___ we got here
We gonna blow your miiiinnnd (blow your miiiinnnd)
Keep it movin like this keep it movin like that
If I die I'ma only come back
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:

You n____z talk s___ then abandon ship
n____z talk s___ then they abandon ship
n____z talk s___, then they abandon ship
n____z talk s___ then they abandon ship

Verse One: Rampage the Last Boy Scout, Busta Rhymes

I 8Off like the a__assin, now I'm blastin I'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 I'm goin to see my P.O.
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
so my sign is Taurus, kick you in your face
like my f___in 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 s___ regardless

Many n____z wanna know when the Ramp return
Yo I'm gettin phone calls from that n____ Howard Stern
He wants to know about my Flip Mode click
The way we get down and BUST n____Z s___
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 s___ be sellin
For makin s___ guaranteed to bust your f___in 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 n____ a__ smellin
Yo f___ THAT! You best believe there ain't no time for dwellin
If you ain't makin noise you need to kill the f___in 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 m_________ers like a horse
Turn and toss, n____z all up in my applesauce
Watch me reinforce, my s___ 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.
Now I'm writin rhymes hittin shorties everyday
In the full runnin drinkin ice Tanqueray
I don't eat pork I take a fish fellet
Now I'm knockin out n____z from .. to .. touche!
Now I'm goin back around the way
I'm rippin s___, like my name was Marvin Gaye

Yo, now I'm back with more Bionic like my name was Colt Seavers
Got you n____z 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 s___ you really don't know what you startin
Now your s___ is done like a f___in empty milk carton

It'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 fo'-fo'
All my rough n____z 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
f___ Peter Parker, I cross you like a magic marker
Everytime I hit I always hit a little harder
Blazing to the point where n____z look a little darker
Catching suntans from my music, fans understand
Making fat s___, 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 n____ in the chain of command
Breakin fool in school like my n____ Geechie Dan
Aiyyyyyo, I see intruders on my scan
Singin at your funeral like Bobby Bluebland

Chorus One