Fright Night

[Intro: Busta Rhymes & Swizz Beatz] Attention please, attention please Can I have everybody's attention please So humorous, we laugh at all ay'all The alliance has now been officially formed Ruff Ryder, Flipmode, 2000, it's now official baby It's another headbanger Swizz Beats, who hits on your streets every six weeks I be on the MP so much that my wrist's weak Ain't shit sweet, pile 'em in here All my thugs in the clubs start wildin' in here Now put your bottles in the air, then light your dutches Me and Busta keep it tight like liposucion Niggas that don't like me get the knife for frontin' Cause one night in the club gets your life on crutches You got that whodie, I'll cock that forty Flyin' in the 5 with the top back on it Stop that shorty, I know you love me Probably sample one of my beats then owe me money Plus you don't know me money, so stop the rumors Before you need the janitors to come mop the room up Ryde or Die Volume two, smash the charts Now put your hands in the air for the black Mozart, OH! Chorus: Busta Rhymes (Ohhhh), Now come on (Screeeam), Jump baby come on Get your hands up, (What!), now all my ladies do it Get your hands up, (What!) Now let me walk you through it (Ohhhh), Now come on (Screeeam), Jump baby come on Get your hands up, (What!), now all my ladies do it Get your hands up, (What!) Now let me walk you through it [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Y'all niggas try to front, I'll send my crew on a hunt Bunch of scheming ass niggas smoking gats and blunts Busta Rhymes, Flipmode represent For the Ruff Ryder, and my nigga Swizz And we gonna be here to present Y'all niggas with some other shit to bang in the street And block the fuck out, bang the fuckin' floor with your feet Before we bang y'all niggas all with the heat Feed y'all niggas more gutters like a mutherfuckin' all you can eat And make you bounce how poncho will play the congo And bang on the bongo, free to bounce on the bongo From New York to Colorado, so just follow I'm living for today and livin' tomorrow Open up your mouth, I got somethin' big for you to swallow Blow you through the chest with a hollow Like the foul shit you waste and transpired right infront the impalo Yo, the general Busta Busta shock and memorable You know we precious like minerals, and deadly like burials Chorus: Busta Rhymes (Ohhhh), Now come on (Screeeam), Jump baby come on Get your hands up, (What!), now all my ladies do it Get your hands up, (What!) Now let me walk you through it (Ohhhh), Now come on (Screeeam), Jump baby come on Get your hands up, (What!), now all my ladies do it Get your hands up, (What!) Now let me walk you through it [Verse 2: Swizz Beats] Listen, Flipmode and Ruff Ryders bang out hits S-W-I two Z's bang out clips Bang out chicks, for fun we bang out whips Y'all go to war with revolvers that bang out flicks Now find me on two-fifth in the summer when it starts And iced up, nice cut, new pair of Jordans Thinkin' of extortin, nigga your life ain't important Your camp hotter than ours?, the fuck y'all snortin' My thugs bang out bricks, swing, mix, throw dem grams Hash smokers, hopin' more and out of soda cans (Yo Swizz, I heard you stole), Whoa! listen man Mindin' my business will make you a missin' man See the wrist and hand?, got plaques on the wall And a fifth in hand, I'll put your back on the wall Nigga don't ask me no more about nuttin' you hear Just scream and shout and just wild in here Chorus: Busta Rhymes (Ohhhh), Now come on (Screeeam), Jump baby come on Get your hands up, (What!), now all my ladies do it Get your hands up, (What!) Now let me walk you through it (Ohhhh), Now come on (Screeeam), Jump baby come on Get your hands up, (What!), now all my ladies do it Get your hands up, (What!) Now let me walk you through it [Outro: Swizz Beatz] New York, they ain't ready for it A-T-L, they ain't ready for it Oh, Oh, Oh, they ain't ready for it Whoa, Oh, Oh, they ain't ready for it My ladies Millenium Guns bustin' plenty of them, y'all hear that