LYRICS
作曲 : T. Smith/R. McNaire
编曲 : Busta Rhymes
制作人 : Busta Rhymes for Flipmode Entertainment
Ughhhh! (What!)
You don't know what we doin' right here!
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 sayin' 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
But when we 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 sayin' if you think that you can step to me wrong
Don't even waste your time (Waste your time)
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
I 8Off like the Assassin, now I'm blastin', I'm takin' over (Ha)
Stick you for your blue Range Rover (Haa!)
I told ya, Rampage a real live soldier (Haa!)
Been in the game, since the age of thirteen
A microphone fiend so I'm gonna see my P.O (P.O)
It's August the 1st, so I guess I'm a Leo (Leo)
My P.O. (Ha!) look like Vanessa Del Rio
She pulled my rap sheet, just like Neo Geo (Hahaha!)
I always roam through the forest (Ha!)
Just like a brontosaurus (Ha!), born in the month of May so my sign is Taurus
Kick you in your face like my ****in' name was Chuck Norris
Make you sing my chorus (Ha)
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 comin’, 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 (Ha) about my Flipmode clique (Ha)
The way we get down and bust niggas shit!
LP after LP (Haa!), we make G's (Ha!)
I run up in your ganks then take you for your keys
I'm not lying or joking (Ha), you get broken
Dead in Flatbush, back to Roanoke and
People always askin' me "How your shit be sellin'?" (Ha)
For makin' shit guaranteed to bust your ****in' melon
Police throwed me up on charges like I was a felon (Ha)
There was no tellin' when I would strike and had you swellin' (Ha)
Cruisin' in my Lands (Ha), watch the police how they be gellin' (Gellin')
Lock you up for days and got a nigga ass smellin' (Yo, **** that!)
You best believe there ain't no time for dwellin' (Ha)
If you ain't makin' noise you need to kill the ****in' yellin' (Yellin')
One, two, three, we gon' turn it out
And make you rock to the beat (Ugh!) and then scream and shout
But when we 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 sayin' if you think that you can step to me wrong
Don't even waste your time (Waste your time)
Y'all niggas talk shit and then abandon ship
Niggas talk shit, then they abandon ship
Niggas talk shit, then they abandon ship
Niggas talk shit, then they abandon ship
Yo, yo, yo, I run up in your set like a New York City **** (Haa
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 mother****ers like a horse
Turn and toss, niggas all up in my applesauce
Watch me reinforce, my shit feel good like intercourse (Uh)
Ever since I was a shorty rockin' Hugo Boss
Ayo, Bus-a-Bus (What?), you just made my day (Ha)
If you didn't put me on I'd be locked like O.J
Now I'm writin' rhymes hittin' shorties every day (Ha)
In the full runnin' drinkin' ice Tanqueray
I don't eat pork, I take a fish fillet
Now I'm knockin' out niggas from head to toe, touché (Haa!
Now I'm goin' back around the way (Ha)
I'm rippin' shit like my name (Yo) was Marvin Gaye
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 (Ha), go clean your act up in the cleaners (Ha)
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 ****in' empty milk carton (Ha)
It's on for the nine-six, mad shows at the Ritz
Now we got you open like Vicks (Ha)
Stickin' to your stomach like Quaker Oat Grits
Fisherman hat with my brand new kicks (Ha)
On the low, I still rock my Girbauds (Ugh)
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
For Peter Parker I cross you like a magic marker (Ha)
Every time I hit I always hit a little harder (Uh)
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 (Hah)
Organized rhyme unit like the Poison Clan
While your ride is busted (Ha), I be your luxury Sedan
Number one nigga in the chain of command (What?)
Breakin' fool in school like my nigga Geechie Dan
Ayyyy-yo! I see intruders on my scan
Singin' at your funeral like Bobby "Blue" Bland!
One, two, three, we gon' turn it out
And make you rock to the beat and then scream and shout
But when we 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 sayin' 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)
音频助理 : Mike Scielzi/Vinny Nicoletti
混音师 : Busta Rhymes.
音频工程师 : Rick St. Hilaire
演奏 : Rampage The Last Boy Scout
附加制作 : Andy Blakelock