Abandon Ship

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 miiinnd, 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 tiiimme,
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 miiinnd, 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 tiiimme,
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,
(Rampage) I ate off 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 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,
(Busta Rhymes) 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 phat shit regardless,
(Rampage) 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 then take you for your keys, I'm not lying or joking, you get broken, Dead in Flatbush, back to Rowenoken(?)...,
(Busta Rhymes) 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 was strikin 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',
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 miiinnd, 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 tiiimme,
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,
(Rampage) Yo, yo, yo I run up in your set like a New York City Crip, I can't slip, I beat you down with my vice grip, You lost, that means you way off course, No remorse, I'm gettin five in The Source,
(Busta) I be saddleback riding motherfuckers like a horse, Turn and toss, niggaz all up in my applesauce, Watch me reinforce, my shit feel good like intercourse, Ever since I was a shorty rockin Hugo Boss,
(Rampage) Hey yo, Bussa-Bus, 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 4Runner drinkin ice Tanga Ray, I don't eat pork I take a fish filet, Now I'm knockin out niggaz from Paris to Brooklyn, touche!, Now I'm goin back around the way, I'm rippin shit, like my name was Marvin Gaye,
(Busta) Yo, now I'm back with more bionic like my name was Kohl Seburst, Got you niggaz 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 shit you really don't know what you startin, Now your shit is done like a fuckin empty milk carton,
(Rampage) It's on for the nine-six, mad shows at the Ritz, Now we got you open like Vics, 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 niggaz open the do', Cause Boy Scout brings the ruckus and I'm still hardco',
(Busta) Yo, when I walk streets you know my blade's a little sharper, Fuck Peter Parker, I caught 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 music, fans understand, Making phat 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, Heeeeeey, yo, I see intruders on my scan, Singin at your funeral like Bobby Bluebland,
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 miiinnd, 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 tiiimme...,

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