Words To: Busta Rhymes Call The Ambulance
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Busta Rhymes » Call The Ambulance
(feat. Rampage)
[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 motherf**kin case closed The sh*t blow your speaker, keep turnin your base low Spaz out because I motherf**kin say so Before I blow this b*tch like we down in Waco Thick in cock diesel, that's the way we roll Big truck sh*t, even my b*tch whippin the Range Rov' We 'bout to skyrocket and THE WAY WE GO The way the b*tches lookin love THE WAY WE BLOW Check it, we light sh*t 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 sh*t 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 [ http://www.rare-lyrics.com ]
[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 sh*t, 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 b*tches want this dick so they eatin it up
[Busta] Now all you b*tches 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 sh*t, 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 f**kIN interlude I beat niggaz head and blood drippin through a tube Peep b*tch, I'm only here to change the f**kin 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 f**ked up or even misconstrued All you niggaz better go and..
[Chorus]
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