Busta Rhymes F/ Rampage lyrics
Busta Rhymes F/ Rampage lyrics
"Call The Ambulance Lyrics"
[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah.. Busta Rhymes now, Flipmode now, check it
See we in two-thousand-and-three already, catch up to us
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hah, huh
Now motherfuckin case closed
The shit blow your speaker, keep turnin your base low
Spaz out because I motherfuckin say so
Before I blow this bitch like we down in Waco
Thick in cock diesel, that's the way we roll
Big truck shit, even my bitch whippin the Range Rov'
We 'bout to skyrocket and THE WAY WE GO
The way the bitches lookin love THE WAY WE BLOW
Check it, we light shit up like Broadway yo
The crack-head rappers better JUST SAY NO
Before I turn stupid and back the heat slow
Lay and wait for niggaz in the back street yo
Weak flow, take your shit like I'm comin to Repo
Crea
She Likes It on Top Lyrics
So you feel a little lonely girl Well you know youre used to that one Now the taste of sweet success Is on your lips, you always want some Picture perfect innocence Behind a guard that she cant drop Shes been around the world Now shes back on the top Chorus: She wants everything put in her lap Yeah she likes it on top Sh
te a crowd scene and stack a bunch of peopleSo you feel a little lonely girl Well you know youre used to that one Now the taste of sweet success Is on your lips, you always want some Picture perfect innocence Behind a guard that she cant drop Shes been around the world Now shes back on the top Chorus: She wants everything put in her lap Yeah she likes it on top Sh
We bustin through the doors, shootin through your peephole
The shoot that never miss is like shootin a free throw
All you niggaz better go and..
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people
Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people
Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people
Put they body on the stretcher, carry they ass out
Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people
Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people
Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people
I'll put they body on the stretcher, carry they ass out
Call the ambulance
[Rampage]
Catch sixteen to remove your organs
H-2-O ridin round in same orbits
Notorious from New York toNew Orleans
House come with the lake swimmin with dolphins
Fifty keys with large proportions
Caught a few niggaz on money extortions
Niggaz snitch, F.B.I. is hawkin
Call Johnny Cochran, yo this nigga is walkin
Shit, we got to close down the club
Me and my cousin Bust, we like Crockett and Tubbs
Pushin Lambo's, big chains and dubs
Lead the Flipmode security with snubs
Uppin club levels, hundred G's and up
And if them ducks rollin Bust I'm beatin it up
The streets ain't safe, yo we heatin it up
The party's on smash, now we tweakin it up
The bitches want this dick so they eatin it up
[Busta] Now all you bitches better go and..
[Chorus]
[Rampage]
Flipmode, we in heavy conjunction
We shut it down in every functi
Low Light Lyrics
Days are over, lights are loud There's nothing left to talk about Free from every strain Another year, another weary love You're brighter than the light I'm in Sometimes you ache, you burn my skin And be your friend The more I see the more I think I don't Though I feel so much near the fountain There's a lot to be left behind Still I wonder
onDays are over, lights are loud There's nothing left to talk about Free from every strain Another year, another weary love You're brighter than the light I'm in Sometimes you ache, you burn my skin And be your friend The more I see the more I think I don't Though I feel so much near the fountain There's a lot to be left behind Still I wonder
Beat you in yo' head until your brain malfunction
Yo Bust, call the label, tell 'em we in production
Pinky ring status so it's no discussion
Stop talkin shit, niggaz dodgin and duckin
I'm cream cheese with the english muffin
I still got respect in the Flatbush junction, HEY
[Busta Rhymes]
Huh, it's like we shakin down a dude
We like a pack of dogs that come to take a nigga food
My niggaz flip quicker than a FUCKIN interlude
I beat niggaz head and blood drippin through a tube
Peep bitch, I'm only here to change the fuckin mood
And freeze you niggaz money like a nigga gettin sued
And leave you in the church watchin your body gettin viewed
Don't get it fucked up or even misconstrued
All you niggaz better go and..
[Chorus]