Busta Rhymes — Abandon Ship

[Intro: Busta Rhymes] Uhhhh!! You don't know what we doin right here! [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] 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 mind (Blow your mind) 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 time (Waste your time) 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 mind (Blow your mind) Yo, 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 time (Waste your time) [Post-Chorus: Busta Rhymes] You niggas talk shit then abandon ship Niggas talk shit then they abandon ship Niggas talk shit, then they abandon ship Niggas talk shit then they abandon ship [Verse 1: Rampage & Busta Rhymes] I 8Off like the Assassin, 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, since the age of thirteen A microphone fiend, so I'm gonna 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 fuckin' 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 shit regardless Many niggas wanna know when the Ramp return Yo I'm gettin' phone calls from that nigga Howard Stern He wants to know about my Flipmode clique The way we get down and bust niggas shit 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 Roanoke and... People always askin' me, how 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 tellin', when I would strike and had you swellin' Cruisin' in my Lands, watch 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: Busta Rhymes] 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 mind (Blow your mind) Yo, just 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 time (Waste your time) [Post-Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Y'all niggas talk shit then abandon ship Niggas talk shit then they abandon ship Niggas talk shit, then they abandon ship Niggas talk shit then they abandon ship [Verse 2: Rampage & Busta Rhymes] 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 You're lost, that means you way off course No remorse, I'm gettin' five in The Source I be saddleback riding motherfuckers like a horse Turn and toss, niggas all up in my applesauce Watch me reinforce, my shit feel good like intercourse Ever since I was a shorty rockin' Hugo Boss Ayo Bussa Bus (What?) 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 every day In the full runnin' drinkin' ice Tanqueray I don't eat pork I take a fish fillet Now I'm knockin' out niggas from ... to ... touche! Now I'm goin' back around the way I'm rippin' shit, like my name was Marvin Gaye Yo, now I'm back with more Bionic like my name was Colt Seavers Got you niggas 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 (Margins) Squeeze the Charmin, peace to one million men marchin' (Yah) 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 9-6, mad shows at the Ritz Now we got you open like Vicks 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 .44 All my rough niggas 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 Fuck Peter Parker, I cross you like a magic marker Every time I hit I always hit a little harder Blazing to the point where niggas look a little darker Catching suntans from my music, fans understand Making fat shit, 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 nigga in the chain of command Breakin' fool in school like my nigga Geechie Dan Ayyyyyo, I see intruders on my scan Singin' at your funeral like Bobby "Blue" Bland [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] 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 mind (Blow your mind) 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 time (Waste your time, waste your time, waste your time...)