Ruff Ryders: Fright night

Busta Rhymes:Attention please, attention pleaseCan I have everybody's attention pleaseSo humorous, we laugh at all ay'all The alliance has now been officially formedRuff Ryder, Flipmode, 2000, it's now official babyIt's another headbangerSwizz Beats:Swizz Beats, who hits on your streets every six weeksI be on the MP so much that my wrist's weakAin't shit sweet, pile 'em in hereAll my thugs in the clubs start wildin' in hereNow put your bottles in the air, then light your dutches Me and Busta keep it tight like liposucionNiggas that don't like me get the knife for frontin'Cause one night in the club gets your life on crutchesYou got that whodie, I'll cock that fortyFlyin' in the 5 with the top back on it Stop that shorty, I know you love meProbably sample one of my beats then owe me moneyPlus you don't know me money, so stop the rumorsBefore you need the janitors to come mop the room upRyde or Die Volume two, smash the chartsNow put your hands in the air for the black Mozart, OH!Chorus: Busta Rhymes(Ohhhh), Now come on(Screeeam), Jump baby come onGet your hands up, (What!), now all my ladies do itGet your hands up, (What!)Now let me walk you through it(Ohhhh), Now come on(Screeeam), Jump baby come onGet your hands up, (What!), now all my ladies do itGet your hands up, (What!)Now let me walk you through itBusta Rhymes:Y'all niggas try to front, I'll send my crew on a huntBunch of scheming ass niggas smoking gats and bluntsBusta Rhymes, Flipmode representFor the Ruff Ryder, and my nigga SwizzAnd we gonna be here to presentY'all niggas with some other shit to bang in the streetAnd block the fuck out, bang the fuckin' floor with your feetBefore we bang y'all niggas all with the heatFeed y'all niggas more gutters like a mutherfuckin' all you can eatAnd make you bounce how poncho will play the congoAnd bang on the bongo, free to bounce on the bongoFrom New York to Colorado, so just followI'm living for today and livin' tomorrowOpen up your mouth, I got somethin' big for you to swallowBlow you through the chest with a hollowLike the foul shit you waste and transpired right infront the impalo Yo, the general Busta Busta shock and memorable You know we precious like minerals, and deadly like burialsChorusSwizz Beats:Listen, Flipmode and Ruff Ryders bang out hitsS-W-I two Z's bang out clips Bang out chicks, for fun we bang out whips Y'all go to war with revolvers that bang out flicks Now find me on two-fifth in the summer when it starts And iced up, nice cut, new pair of JordansThinkin' of extortin, nigga your life ain't important Your camp hotter than ours?, the fuck y'all snortin'My thugs bang out bricks, swing, mix, throw dem grams Hash smokers, hopin' more and out of soda cans (Yo Swizz, I heard you stole), Whoa! listen manMindin' my business will make you a missin' manSee the wrist and hand?, got plaques on the wallAnd a fifth in hand, I'll put your back on the wallNigga don't ask me no more about nuttin' you hearJust scream and shout and just wild in hereChorus: 3xNew York, they ain't ready for itA-T-L, they ain't ready for itOh, Oh, Oh, they ain't ready for itWhoa, Oh, Oh, they ain't ready for itMy ladiesMilleniumGuns bustin' plenty of them, y'all hear that