Busta Rhymes, Swizz Beatz - Fright Night lyrics
[Busta Rhymes, Swizz Beatz - Fright Night lyrics]
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
Who hit's 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!
(Ohh) , 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
(Ohh) , 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
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
(Ohh) , 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
(Ohh) , 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
Listen, Flipmode and Ruff Ryders
Bang out hit's 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
(Ohh) , 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
(Ohh) , 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
(Ohh) , 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
(Ohh) , 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
(Ohh) , 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
(Ohh) , 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
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
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
Who hit's 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!
(Ohh) , 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
(Ohh) , 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
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
(Ohh) , 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
(Ohh) , 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
Listen, Flipmode and Ruff Ryders
Bang out hit's 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
(Ohh) , 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
(Ohh) , 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
(Ohh) , 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
(Ohh) , 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
(Ohh) , 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
(Ohh) , 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
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