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 shit 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 niggaz talk shit then abandon ship   Niggaz talk shit then they abandon ship   Niggaz talk shit, then they abandon ship   Niggaz talk shit 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 fuckin 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 shit regardless      Many niggaz wanna know when the Ramp return   Yo I'm gettin phone calls from that nigga Howard Stern   He wants to know about my Flip Mode click   The way we get down and BUST NIGGAZ SHIT   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 shit be sellin   For makin shit guaranteed to bust your fuckin 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 nigga ass smellin   Yo FUCK THAT! You best believe there ain't no time for dwellin   If you ain't makin noise you need to kill the fuckin 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 motherfuckers like a horse   Turn and toss, niggaz all up in my applesauce   Watch me reinforce, my shit 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 niggaz from .. to .. touche!   Now I'm goin back around the way   I'm rippin shit, like my name was Marvin Gaye      Yo, now I'm back with more Bionic like my name was Colt Seavers   Got you niggaz 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 shit you really don't know what you startin   Now your shit is done like a fuckin 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 niggaz 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   Fuck Peter Parker, I cross you like a magic marker   Everytime I hit I always hit a little harder   Blazing to the point where niggaz look a little darker   Catching suntans from my music, fans understand   Making fat shit, 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 nigga in the chain of command   Breakin fool in school like my nigga Geechie Dan   Aiyyyyyo, I see intruders on my scan   Singin at your funeral like Bobby Bluebland      Chorus One