Busta Rhymes
Abandon Ship
Songwriters: Mcnair, Roger; Smith, TrevorHe wants to know about my flip mode click
Squeeze the Charmin, peace to one million men marchin'
We gonna blow your mind
Yo, I'm saying if you think that you can step to me wrong
Yo, I'm saying if you think that you can step to me wrong
If you didn't put me on I'd be locked like O.J.
We gonna blow your mind
Stick you for your blue range rover
Yo, I beg your pardon, I write my rhymes way past the margins
Been in the game, sinc the age of thirteen
(Blow your mind)
Singing at your funeral like Bobby Blue bland
Like my fuckin' name was Chuck Norris, make you sing my chorus
If I die, I'ma only come back
Breakin' fool in school like my nigga Geechie Dan
Got you niggaz open like a bunch of wide receivers
On the low, I still rock my Girbauds
One two three we gon' turn it out
She pulled my rap sheet, just like, Net Geo
Rock to the beat and then, turn into a walrus
For makin' shit guaranteed to bust your fuckin' melon
Chicken head, give me some of your chicken fajitas
If I die, I'ma only come back
(Blow your mind)
We gonna hit you with the shit we got here
Keep it movin' like this, keep it movin' like that
Keep it movin' like this, keep it movin' like that
Yo, when I walk streets you know my blade's a little sharper
Acting like you wild, but I know you really harmless
I be saddle back biting motherfuckers like a horse
Cruisin' in my lands, watch the police how they be gellin'
Niggaz talk shit, then they abandon ship
When you talk shit you really don't know what you startin'
Now I'm goin' back around the way
Aiyo, I see intruders on my scan
Yo, I'm gettin' phone calls from that nigga Howard Stern
(Waste your time)
Don't even waste your time
Niggaz talk shit, then they abandon ship
Yo, I'm saying if you think that you can step to me wrong
If you ain't makin' noise you need to kill the fuckin' yellin'
Niggaz talk shit, then they abandon ship
Stickin' to your stomach like Quaker Oat Grits
You niggaz talk shit then abandon ship
I always roam through the forest
In the full runnin' drinkin' ice tanqueray
We gonna blow your mind
We gonna hit you with the shit we got here
You niggaz talk shit then abandon ship
Dead in Flat bush, back to Roanoke and
People always askin' me, how your shit be sellin'
(Waste your time)
Just like a brontosaurus, born in the month of May
I can't slip, I beat you down with my vice grip
I run up in your ganks den take you for your keys
Aiyyo bust it Bust you just made my day
Yo, now I'm back with more Bionic like my name was Colt Seavers
No remorse, I'm gettin' five in the source
Turn and toss, niggaz all up in my applesauce
Every time I hit I always hit a little harder
You remain nameless, my victory remains flawless
Fuck Peter Parker, I cross you like a magic marker
So my sign is Taurus, kick you in your face
I 8 Off like the assassin, now I'm blastin' I'm takin' over
One two three we gon' turn it out
(Blow your mind)
(Blow your mind)
Making fat shit, I always love to lend a helping hand
Your lost, that means you way off course
I'm rippin' shit, like my name was Marvin Gaye
Don't even waste your time
Don't even waste your time
Many niggaz wanna know when the ramp return
Blazing to the point where niggaz look a little darker
LP after LP, we make G's
Fisherman hat with my brand new kicks
If I die, I'ma only come back
Don't even waste your time
I'm not lying or joking, you get broken
We gonna hit you with the shit we got here
'Cause boy scout brings the ruckus and I'm still hardco'
And make you rock to the beat and then scream and shout
One two three we gon' turn it out
And make you rock to the beat and then scream and shout
Keep it movin' like this, keep it movin' like that
Watch me reinforce, my shit feel good like intercourse
Now your shit is done like a fuckin' empty milk carton
If I die, I'ma only come back
I told ya, rampage a real live soldier
Number one nigga in the chain of command
Yo, fuck that! You best believe there ain't no time for dwellin'
And make you rock to the beat and then scream and shout
See the show, I got my nickel plated fo' fo'
Yo, yo, yo I run up in your set like a New York City
A microphone fiend, so I'm goin' to see my P.O.
Time is on the meter, go clean your act up in the cleaners
Niggaz talk shit, then they abandon ship
We gonna blow your mind
Catching suntans from my music, fans understand
Now we got you open like Fixx
One two three we gon' turn it out
And make you rock to the beat and then scream and shout
Ever since I was a shorty rockin' Hugo Boss
It's August the 1st, so I guess I'm a Leo
I don't eat pork I take a fish fellet
Lock you up for days and got a nigga ass smellin'
Now I'm writin' rhymes hittin' shorties everyday
(Waste your time)
My P.O., look like Vanessa Del Rio
(Why)
We gonna hit you with the shit we got here
Police throwed me up on charges like I was a felon
Niggaz talk shit, then they abandon ship
While your ride is busted, I be your luxury Sedan
Now I'm knockin' out niggaz from to to touche!
There was no tellin', when I was strikin' had you swellin'
It's on for the nine-six, mad shows at the Ritz
Organized rhyme unit like the Poison Clan
Niggaz talk shit, then they abandon ship
While your time is coming, I make the fat shit regardless
Keep it movin' like this, keep it movin' like that
The way we get down and bust niggaz shit
Yo, I'm saying if you think that you can step to me wrong
All my rough niggaz open the do'
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