Abandon Ship - Busta Rhymes feat Rampage the Last Boy Scout

[Busta Rhymes]
UHHHH!! You don't know what we doin right here!

[Intro/Chorus One: repeat 2X]

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 sh_t we got here
We gonna blow your miiiinnnd (blow your miiiinnnd)
Keep it movin like this, keep it movin like that
If I die, I'ma only come back
Yo, I'm saying if you think that you can step to me wrong
Don't even waste your tiiiimmme (waste your tiiiimmme)

[Chorus Two:]

You n_ggaz talk sh_t then abandon ship
N_ggaz talk sh_t then they abandon ship
N_ggaz talk sh_t, then they abandon ship
N_ggaz talk sh_t then they abandon ship

[Verse One: Rampage the Last Boy Scout, Busta Rhymes]

I 8Off like the Assassin, now I'm blastin I'm takin over
Stick you for your blue Range Rover
I told ya, Rampage a real live soldier
Been in the game, sinc the age of thirteen
A microphone fiend, so I'm goin to see my P.O.
It's August the 1st, so I guess I'm a Leo
My P.O., look like Vanessa Del Rio
She pulled my rap sheet, just like, Neo Geo

Hahahaaa! I always roam through the forest
Just like a brontosaurus, born in the month of May
so my sign is Taurus, kick you in your face
like my f_ckin name was Chuck Norris, make you sing my chorus
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 coming, I make the fat sh_t regardless

Many n_ggaz wanna know when the Ramp return
Yo I'm gettin phone calls from that n_gga Howard Stern
He wants to know about my Flip Mode click
The way we get down and BUST N_GGAZ SH_T
LP after LP, we make G's
I run up in your ganks den take you for your keys
I'm not lying or joking, you get broken
Dead in Flatbush, back to Roanoake and...

People always askin me, how your sh_t be sellin
For makin sh_t guaranteed to bust your f_ckin melon
Police throwed me up on charges like I was a felon
There was no tellin, when I was strikin had you swellin
Cruisin in my Lands, watch the police how they be gellin
Lock you up for days and got a n_gga ass smellin
Yo F_CK THAT! You best believe there ain't no time for dwellin
If you ain't makin noise you need to kill the f_ckin yellin

[Chorus One]
[Chorus Two]

[Verse Two: Rampage, Busta]

Yo, yo, yo I run up in your set like a New York city...
I can't slip, I beat you down with my vice grip
Your lost, that means you way off course
No remorse, I'm gettin five in The Source

I be saddleback biting motherf_ckers like a horse
Turn and toss, n_ggaz all up in my applesauce
Watch me reinforce, my sh_t feel good like intercourse
Ever since I was a shorty rockin Hugo Boss

Aiyyo bust it Bust (why) you just made my day
If you didn't put me on I'd be locked like O.J.
Now I'm writin rhymes hittin shorties everyday
In the full runnin drinkin ice Tanqueray
I don't eat pork I take a fish fellet
Now I'm knockin out n_ggaz from .. to .. touche!
Now I'm goin back around the way
I'm rippin sh_t, like my name was Marvin Gaye

Yo, now I'm back with more Bionic like my name was Colt Seavers
Got you n_ggaz open like a bunch of wide receivers
Time is on the meter, go clean your act up in the cleaners
Chickenhead, give me some of your chicken fajitas
Yo I beg your pardon, I write my rhymes way past the margins
Squeeze the Charmin, peace to one million men marchin
When you talk sh_t you really don't know what you startin
Now your sh_t is done like a f_ckin empty milk carton

It's on for the nine-six, mad shows at the Ritz
Now we got you open like Fixx
Stickin to your stomach like Quaker Oat Grits
Fisherman hat with my brand new kicks
On the low, I still rock my Girbauds
See the show, I got my nickel plated fo'-fo'
All my rough n_ggaz 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
F_ck Peter Parker, I cross you like a magic marker
Everytime I hit I always hit a little harder
Blazing to the point where n_ggaz look a little darker
Catching suntans from my music, fans understand
Making fat sh_t, I always love to lend a helping hand
Organized rhyme unit like the Poison Clan
While your ride is busted, I be your luxury Sedan
Number one n_gga in the chain of command
Breakin fool in school like my n_gga Geechie Dan
Aiyyyyyo, I see intruders on my scan
Singin at your funeral like Bobby Bluebland

[Chorus One]

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