Busta Rhymes:



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:



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



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



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: 3x



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