Abandon Ship

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