[Busta Rhymes]   Yeah.. Busta Rhymes now, Flipmode now, check it   See we in two-thousand-and-three already, catch up to us   Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hah, huh      Now motherfuckin case closed   The shit blow your speaker, keep turnin your base low   Spaz out because I motherfuckin say so   Before I blow this bitch like we down in Waco   Thick in cock diesel, that's the way we roll   Big truck shit, even my bitch whippin the Range Rov'   We 'bout to skyrocket and THE WAY WE GO   The way the bitches lookin love THE WAY WE BLOW   Check it, we light shit up like Broadway yo   The crack-head rappers better JUST SAY NO   Before I turn stupid and back the heat slow   Lay and wait for niggaz in the back street yo   Weak flow, take your shit like I'm comin to Repo   Create a crowd scene and stack a bunch of people   We bustin through the doors, shootin through your peephole   The shoot that never miss is like shootin a free throw   All you niggaz better go and..      [Chorus: Busta Rhymes]   Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people   Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people   Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people   Put they body on the stretcher, carry they ass out   Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people   Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people   Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people   I'll put they body on the stretcher, carry they ass out   Call the ambulance      [Rampage]   Catch sixteen to remove your organs   H-2-O ridin round in same orbits   Notorious from New York to New Orleans   House come with the lake swimmin with dolphins   Fifty keys with large proportions   Caught a few niggaz on money extortions   Niggaz snitch, F.B.I. is hawkin   Call Johnny Cochran, yo this nigga is walkin   Shit, we got to close down the club   Me and my cousin Bust, we like Crockett and Tubbs   Pushin Lambo's, big chains and dubs   Lead the Flipmode security with snubs   Uppin club levels, hundred G's and up   And if them ducks rollin Bust I'm beatin it up   The streets ain't safe, yo we heatin it up   The party's on smash, now we tweakin it up   The bitches want this dick so they eatin it up      [Busta] Now all you bitches better go and..      [Chorus]      [Rampage]   Flipmode, we in heavy conjunction   We shut it down in every function   Beat you in yo' head until your brain malfunction   Yo Bust, call the label, tell 'em we in production   Pinky ring status so it's no discussion   Stop talkin shit, niggaz dodgin and duckin   I'm cream cheese with the english muffin   I still got respect in the Flatbush junction, HEY      [Busta Rhymes]   Huh, it's like we shakin down a dude   We like a pack of dogs that come to take a nigga food   My niggaz flip quicker than a FUCKIN interlude   I beat niggaz head and blood drippin through a tube   Peep bitch, I'm only here to change the fuckin mood   And freeze you niggaz money like a nigga gettin sued   And leave you in the church watchin your body gettin viewed   Don't get it fucked up or even misconstrued   All you niggaz better go and..      [Chorus]