Lyrics Abandon Ship.lrc Busta Rhymes
[id: pshjmzby]
[ar: Busta Rhymes]
[al: Timide et sans complexe – Boogtop (Old School French Mix)]
[ti: Abandon Ship]
[length: 05:46]
[00:07.22]UHHHH! You don’t know what we doin right here!
[00:10.19]Intro/Chorus One: repeat 2X
[00:12.56]One two three we gon’ turn it out
[00:14.02]And make you rock to the beat and then scream and shout
[00:15.03]We gonna hit you with the shit we got here
[00:16.65]We gonna blow your miiiinnnd (blow your miiiinnnd)
[00:19.50]Keep it movin like this keep it movin like that
[00:22.01]If I die I’ma only come back
[00:24.14]Yo I’m saying if you think that you can step to me wrong
[00:26.50]Don’t even waste your tiiiimmme (waste your tiiiimmme)
[00:28.84]Chorus Two:
[00:49.82]You niggaz talk shit then abandon ship
[00:52.37]Niggaz talk shit then they abandon ship
[00:54.81]Niggaz talk shit, then they abandon ship
[00:57.33]Niggaz talk shit then they abandon ship
[00:59.82]Verse One: Rampage the Last Boy Scout, Busta Rhymes
[01:02.03]I 8Off like the Assassin, now I’m blastin I’m takin over
[01:02.81]Stick you for your blue Range Rover
[01:04.84]I told ya, Rampage a real live soldier
[01:07.28]Been in the game, sinc the age of thirteen
[01:09.80]A microphone fiend, so I’m goin to see my P.O.
[01:12.38]It’s August the 1st, so I guess I’m a Leo
[01:15.08]My P.O., look like Vanessa Del Rio
[01:17.45]She pulled my rap sheet, just like, Neo Geo
[01:20.14]Hahahaaa! I always roam through the forest
[01:22.79]Just like a brontosaurus, born in the month of May
[01:25.44]So my sign is Taurus, kick you in your face
[01:27.31]Like my fuckin name was Chuck Norris, make you sing my chorus
[01:29.99]Rock to the beat and then, turn into a walrus
[01:32.45]You remain nameless, my victory remains flawless
[01:35.02]Acting like you wild, but I know you really harmless
[01:37.62]While your time is coming, I make the fat shit regardless
[01:40.14]Many niggaz wanna know when the Ramp return
[01:42.38]Yo I’m gettin phone calls from that nigga Howard Stern
[01:44.94]He wants to know about my Flip Mode click
[01:47.58]The way we get down and BUST NIGGAZ SHIT
[01:50.14]LP after LP, we make G’s
[01:52.64]I run up in your ganks den take you for your keys
[01:55.19]I’m not lying or joking, you get broken
[01:57.79]Dead in Flatbush, back to Roanoake and…
[02:00.25]People always askin me, how your shit be sellin
[02:02.74]For makin shit guaranteed to bust your fuckin melon
[02:05.21]Police throwed me up on charges like I was a felon
[02:07.63]There was no tellin, when I was strikin had you swellin
[02:10.26]Cruisin in my Lands, watch the police how they be gellin
[02:12.65]Lock you up for days and got a nigga ass smellin
[02:15.15]Yo FUCK THAT! You best believe there ain’t no time for dwellin
[02:17.50]If you ain’t makin noise you need to kill the fuckin yellin
[02:20.26]Chorus One
[02:40.10]Chorus Two
[02:49.89]Verse Two: Rampage, Busta
[02:50.56]Yo, yo, yo I run up in your set like a New York city…
[02:52.78]I can’t slip, I beat you down with my vice grip
[02:55.47]Your lost, that means you way off course
[02:58.02]No remorse, I’m gettin five in The Source
[03:00.32]I be saddleback biting motherfuckers like a horse
[03:02.77]Turn and toss, niggaz all up in my applesauce
[03:05.36]Watch me reinforce, my shit feel good like intercourse
[03:07.84]Ever since I was a shorty rockin Hugo Boss
[03:10.46]Aiyyo bust it Bust (why) you just made my day
[03:12.61]If you didn’t put me on I’d be locked like O.J.
[03:15.26]Now I’m writin rhymes hittin shorties everyday
[03:17.68]In the full runnin drinkin ice Tanqueray
[03:20.36]I don’t eat pork I take a fish fellet
[03:22.75]Now I’m knockin out niggaz from . to . touche!
[03:25.23]Now I’m goin back around the way
[03:27.94]I’m rippin shit, like my name was Marvin Gaye
[03:30.20]Yo, now I’m back with more Bionic like my name was Colt Seavers
[03:32.98]Got you niggaz open like a bunch of wide receivers
[03:35.44]Time is on the meter, go clean your act up in the cleaners
[03:37.89]Chickenhead, give me some of your chicken fajitas
[03:40.43]Yo I beg your pardon, I write my rhymes way past the margins
[03:42.88]Squeeze the Charmin, peace to one million men marchin
[03:45.41]When you talk shit you really don’t know what you startin
[03:47.86]Now your shit is done like a fuckin empty milk carton
[03:50.35]It’s on for the nine-six, mad shows at the Ritz
[03:53.06]Now we got you open like Fixx
[03:55.62]Stickin to your stomach like Quaker Oat Grits
[03:58.05]Fisherman hat with my brand new kicks
[04:00.53]On the low, I still rock my Girbauds
[04:02.92]See the show, I got my nickel plated fo’-fo’
[04:05.64]All my rough niggaz open the do’
[04:08.00]Cause Boy Scout brings the ruckus and I’m still hardco’
[04:10.40]Yo, when I walk streets you know my blade’s a little sharper
[04:13.11]Fuck Peter Parker, I cross you like a magic marker
[04:15.42]Everytime I hit I always hit a little harder
[04:18.03]Blazing to the point where niggaz look a little darker
[04:20.69]Catching suntans from my music, fans understand
[04:22.98]Making fat shit, I always love to lend a helping hand
[04:25.37]Organized rhyme unit like the Poison Clan
[04:27.85]While your ride is busted, I be your luxury Sedan
[04:30.50]Number one nigga in the chain of command
[04:33.13]Breakin fool in school like my nigga Geechie Dan
[04:35.54]Aiyyyyyo, I see intruders on my scan
[04:38.16]Singin at your funeral like Bobby Bluebland
[04:40.69]Chorus One
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