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Some information about Abandon Ship Lyrics Title: Busta Rhymes - Abandon Ship lyrics Artist: Busta Rhymes Album: The Coming Visitors: 6 visitors have visited Abandon Ship Lyrics since Feb 12, 2007. Busta Rhymes 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 shit we got here We gonna blow your miiiinnnd (blow your miiiinnnd) Keep it movin like thiskeep it movin like that If I dieI ma only come back YoI m saying if you think that you can step to me wrong Don t even waste your tiiiimmme (waste your tiiiimmme) Chorus Two: You niggaz talk shit then abandon ship Niggaz talk shit then they abandon ship Niggaz talk shitthen they abandon ship Niggaz talk shit then they abandon ship Verse One: Rampage the Last Boy ScoutBusta Rhymes I 8Off like the Assassinnow I m blastin I m takin over Stick you for your blue Range Rover I told yaRampage a real live soldier Been in the gamesinc the age of thirteen A microphone fiendso I m goin to see my P.O. It s August the 1stso I guess I m a Leo My P.O.look like Vanessa Del Rio She pulled my rap sheetjust likeNeo Geo Hahahaaa! I always roam through the forest Just like a brontosaurusborn in the month of May so my sign is Tauruskick you in your face like my fuckin name was Chuck Norrismake you sing my chorus Rock to the beat and thenturn into a walrus You remain namelessmy victory remains flawless Acting like you wildbut I know you really harmless While your time is comingI make the fat shit regardless Many niggaz wanna know when the Ramp return Yo I m gettin phone calls from that nigga Howard Stern He wants to know about my Flip Mode click The way we get down and BUST NIGGAZ SHIT LP after LPwe make G s I run up in your ganks den take you for your keys I m not lying or jokingyou get broken Dead in Flatbushback to Roanoake and... People always askin mehow 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 tellinwhen I was strikin had you swellin Cruisin in my Landswatch the police how they be gellin Lock you up for days and got a nigga ass smellin 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: RampageBusta Yoyoyo I run up in your set like a New York city... I can t slipI beat you down with my vice grip Your lostthat means you way off course No remorseI m gettin five in The Source I be saddleback biting motherfuckers like a horse Turn and tossniggaz all up in my applesauce Watch me reinforcemy 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. 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 niggaz from .. to .. touche! Now I m goin back around the way I m rippin shitlike my name was Marvin Gaye Yonow I m back with more Bionic like my name was Colt Seavers Got you niggaz open like a bunch of wide receivers Time is on the metergo clean your act up in the cleaners Chickenheadgive me some of your chicken fajitas Yo I beg your pardonI write my rhymes way past the margins Squeeze the Charminpeace to one million men marchin When you talk shit you really don t know what you startin Now your shit is done like a fuckin empty milk carton It s on for the nine-sixmad 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 lowI still rock my Girbauds See the showI got my nickel plated fo -fo All my rough niggaz open the do Cause Boy Scout brings the ruckus and I m still hardco Yowhen I walk streets you know my blade s a little sharper Fuck Peter ParkerI 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 musicfans understand Making fat shitI always love to lend a helping hand Organized rhyme unit like the Poison Clan While your ride is bustedI be your luxury Sedan Number one nigga in the chain of command Breakin fool in school like my nigga Geechie Dan AiyyyyyoI see intruders on my scan Singin at your funeral like Bobby Bluebland Chorus One Hottest songs from Busta Rhymes : Fans who visit this lyrics also like: |
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