*featuring Rampage the Last Boy Scout
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[Busta Rhymes]
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UHHHH!! You don't know what we doin right here!
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[Intro/Chorus One: repeat 2X]
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One two three we gon' turn it out
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And make you rock to the beat and then scream and shout
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We gonna hit you with the shit we got here
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We gonna blow your miiiinnnd (blow your miiiinnnd)
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Keep it movin like this, keep it movin like that
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If I die, I'ma only come back
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Yo, I'm saying if you think that you can step to me wrong
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Don't even waste your tiiiimmme (waste your tiiiimmme)
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[Chorus Two:]
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You niggaz talk shit then abandon ship
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Niggaz talk shit then they abandon ship
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Niggaz talk shit, then they abandon ship
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Niggaz talk shit then they abandon ship
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[Verse One: Rampage the Last Boy Scout, Busta Rhymes]
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I 8Off like the Assassin, now I'm blastin I'm takin over
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Stick you for your blue Range Rover
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I told ya, Rampage a real live soldier
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Been in the game, sinc the age of thirteen
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A microphone fiend, so I'm goin to see my P.O.
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It's August the 1st, so I guess I'm a Leo
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My P.O., look like Vanessa Del Rio
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She pulled my rap sheet, just like, Neo Geo
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Hahahaaa! I always roam through the forest
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Just like a brontosaurus, born in the month of May
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so my sign is Taurus, kick you in your face
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like my fuckin name was Chuck Norris, make you sing my chorus
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Rock to the beat and then, turn into a walrus
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You remain nameless, my victory remains flawless
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Acting like you wild, but I know you really harmless
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While your time is coming, I make the fat shit regardless
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Many niggaz wanna know when the Ramp return
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Yo I'm gettin phone calls from that nigga Howard Stern
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He wants to know about my Flip Mode click
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The way we get down and BUST NIGGAZ SHIT
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LP after LP, we make G's
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I run up in your ganks den take you for your keys
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I'm not lying or joking, you get broken
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Dead in Flatbush, back to Roanoake and...
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People always askin me, how your shit be sellin
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For makin shit guaranteed to bust your fuckin melon
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Police throwed me up on charges like I was a felon
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There was no tellin, when I was strikin had you swellin
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Cruisin in my Lands, watch the police how they be gellin
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Lock you up for days and got a nigga ass smellin
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Yo FUCK THAT! You best believe there ain't no time for dwellin
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If you ain't makin noise you need to kill the fuckin yellin
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[Chorus One]
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[Chorus Two]
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[Verse Two: Rampage, Busta]
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Yo, yo, yo I run up in your set like a New York city...
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I can't slip, I beat you down with my vice grip
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Your lost, that means you way off course
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No remorse, I'm gettin five in The Source
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I be saddleback biting motherfuckers like a horse
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Turn and toss, niggaz all up in my applesauce
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Watch me reinforce, my shit feel good like intercourse
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Ever since I was a shorty rockin Hugo Boss
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Aiyyo bust it Bust (why) you just made my day
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If you didn't put me on I'd be locked like O.J.
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Now I'm writin rhymes hittin shorties everyday
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In the full runnin drinkin ice Tanqueray
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I don't eat pork I take a fish fellet
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Now I'm knockin out niggaz from.. to.. touche!
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Now I'm goin back around the way
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I'm rippin shit, like my name was Marvin Gaye
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Yo, now I'm back with more Bionic like my name was Colt Seavers
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Got you niggaz open like a bunch of wide receivers
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Time is on the meter, go clean your act up in the cleaners
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Chickenhead, give me some of your chicken fajitas
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Yo I beg your pardon, I write my rhymes way past the margins
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Squeeze the Charmin, peace to one million men marchin
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When you talk shit you really don't know what you startin
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Now your shit is done like a fuckin empty milk carton
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It's on for the nine-six, mad shows at the Ritz
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Now we got you open like Fixx
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Stickin to your stomach like Quaker Oat Grits
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Fisherman hat with my brand new kicks
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On the low, I still rock my Girbauds
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See the show, I got my nickel plated fo'-fo'
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All my rough niggaz open the do'
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Cause Boy Scout brings the ruckus and I'm still hardco'
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Yo, when I walk streets you know my blade's a little sharper
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Fuck Peter Parker, I cross you like a magic marker
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Everytime I hit I always hit a lit |