Текст песни Abandon Ship - Busta Rhymes
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
1 International (intro)
2 Once Again
3 Section
4 Pain I Feel
5 Lumplump
6 No Diggity
7 I Don't Wanna Be Alone
8 You're the One
9 Get On Up (Mister Dalvin's Remix)
10 Real Love (Hip Hop Mix)
11 (You to) Be Happy
12 Music Makes Me High
13 Abandon Ship
14 Fed Up
15 They Reminisce Over You
16 Pour le Double H
17 Hit Me Off
18 Intro
19 Réalité
20 Le Hip-Hop mon royaume
21 Bad Boys de Marseille (Version Sauvage)
22 Le ghetto français
23 Une Époque De Fou
24 La Haine
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