Get Down

[Busta Rhymes] Flipmode Squad, let's keep it hip-hop Rah Digga, Rampage [Rampage] Yo Bust' (yeah) Let's smack these niggas all in they motherfuckin face [Verse One: Busta Rhymes] This be the shit to go for broke on 'Til we own ships that carry big freight and niggas harbor coke on Now let me get my fuckin smoke on I'll have your mother recitin my shit like she singin the fuckin boat song Now watch the story unfold nigga Bullets smackin your face and your chest just like a fuckin drumroll nigga You ain't know me and my crew, we lockin it up And rubberband stackin dough in Timberland shoebox nigga, and stockin it up Too many of my niggas at the door of the club That be always gun cockin it up We put together niggas like the dick to these bitches Givin it to 'em in the worst way for actin too big for their britches Crackin it down, backin it down How we give it to niggas, you know we only smackin it down Before I bring it to a closure nigga You think we finished cause my lil' 16 bars is over nigga? [Hook] Aiyyo, aiyyo, get down y'all Busta Rhymes, Flipmode y'all Aiyyo, aiyyo, get down y'all Get down, get-gi-get down y'all Aiyyo, aiyyo, get down y'all "We smashin all y'all" - "Flip-Flipmode represent" Aiyyo, aiyyo - Flipmode "motherfuckers" Swear to only bring you hot shit, everyday [Verse Two: Rah Digga] Keep the five for ya, the ruggedest chick Spread shit like Tom Sawyer, bitch Will Smith Be I the Fresh Princess, rulin shit run things Your efforts is senseless, Hariett Thus Ridin rare breed, fuck buyin a jar I smoke the engineer weed motherfucker Bitch got stuck in Wells Fargo, Brick City hooligan Squattin at the car show - couldn't be a girly girl If I tried; crazy slave to the live But I'm still fly, love four by fours Cause they ride like a toy, steady jumpin the curb Pedestrians like "oh boy" I can sing, rap DJ Work the instant replay "Even though I'm slurrin my voice" like I was Freeway Get it right cuz-o, I keep the rhymes runnin Kind of terror FBI don't even see comin, motherfuckers [Hook] [Verse Three: Rampage] Ashes is ashes and dust to dust Y'all see the low Ro', y'all ain't fuckin with us Rampage nigga, I'm a sick man Chop you in your face, cut off both of your hands Wrap your body up, put it in a sedan Drop yo' ass in a river, this is how I deliver Got the maggots just eatin your liver, untold mystery Your name is Swany River, you not a legend Youse one dead nigga, six feet under Never comin back, one year later This is real facts (yeah) tell the feds Just to back up off me Keep eatin donuts and drinkin that coffee They say they know my M.O. from Philly to Milwaukee Got my house tapped with the walkie talkies, shit I'm just a victim in this case My lawyer's good, so get the FUCK out my face [Hook]