Текст песни Fright Night - Busta Rhymes , Ruff Ryders , Swizz Beatz
Attention
please,
attention
please
Can
I
have
everybody's
attention
please
So
humorous,
we
laugh
at
all
y'all
The
alliance
has
now
been
officially
formed
Ruff
Ryder,
Flipmode,
2000,
it's
now
official
baby
It's
another
head
banger
Swizz
Beats,
who
hits
on
your
streets
every
six
weeks
I
be
on
the
MP
so
much
that
my
wrist's
weak
Ain't
shit
sweet,
pile
'em
in
here
All
my
thugs
in
the
clubs
start
wildin'
in
here
Now
put
your
bottles
in
the
air,
then
light
your
dutches
Me
and
Busta
keep
it
tight
like
liposuction
Niggas
that
don't
like
me
get
the
knife
for
frontin'
'Cause
one
night
in
the
club
gets
your
life
on
crutches
You
got
that
whodie,
I'll
cock
that
forty
Flyin'
in
the
5 with
the
top
back
on
it
Stop
that
shorty,
I
know
you
love
me
Probably
sample
one
of
my
beats
then
owe
me
money
Plus
you
don't
know
me
money,
so
stop
the
rumors
Before
you
need
the
janitors
to
come
mop
the
room
up
Ryde
or
Die
Volume
two,
smash
the
charts
Now
put
your
hands
in
the
air
for
the
black
Mozart,
oh
Ohh,
now
come
on
Scream,
jump
baby
come
on
Get
your
hands
up,
what,
now
all
my
ladies
do
it
Get
your
hands
up,
what,
now
let
me
walk
you
through
it
Ohh,
now
come
on
Scream,
jump
baby
come
on
Get
your
hands
up,
what,
now
all
my
ladies
do
it
Get
your
hands
up,
what,
now
let
me
walk
you
through
it
Y'all
niggas
try
to
front,
I'll
send
my
crew
on
a
hunt
Bunch
of
scheming
ass
niggas
smoking
gats
and
blunts
Busta
Rhymes,
Flipmode
represent
For
the
Ruff
Ryder,
and
my
nigga
Swizz
And
we
gonna
be
here
to
present
Y'all
niggas
with
some
other
shit
to
bang
in
the
street
And
block
the
fuck
out,
bang
the
fuckin'
floor
with
your
feet
Before
we
bang
y'all
niggas
all
with
the
heat
Feed
y'all
niggas
more
gutters
like
a
mutherfuckin'
all
you
can
eat
And
make
you
bounce
how
poncho
will
play
the
Congo
And
bang
on
the
bongo,
free
to
bounce
on
the
bongo
From
New
York
to
Colorado,
so
just
follow
I'm
living
for
today
and
livin'
tomorrow
Open
up
your
mouth,
I
got
somethin'
big
for
you
to
swallow
Blow
you
through
the
chest
with
a
hollow
Like
the
foul
shit
you
waste
and
transpired
right
in
front
the
impalo
Yo,
the
general
Busta
Busta
shock
and
memorable
You
know
we
precious
like
minerals,
and
deadly
like
burials
Ohh,
now
come
on
Scream,
jump
baby
come
on
Get
your
hands
up,
what,
now
all
my
ladies
do
it
Get
your
hands
up,
what,
now
let
me
walk
you
through
it
Ohh,
now
come
on
Scream,
jump
baby
come
on
Get
your
hands
up,
what,
now
all
my
ladies
do
it
Get
your
hands
up,
what,
now
let
me
walk
you
through
it
Listen,
Flipmode
and
Ruff
Ryders
bang
out
hits
S
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
Jordans
Thinkin'
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
man
Mindin'
my
business
will
make
you
a
missin'
man
See
the
wrist
and
hand,
got
plaques
on
the
wall
And
a
fifth
in
hand,
I'll
put
your
back
on
the
wall
Nigga
don't
ask
me
no
more
about
nuttin'
you
hear
Just
scream
and
shout
and
just
wild
in
here
Ohh,
now
come
on
Scream,
jump
baby
come
on
Get
your
hands
up,
what,
now
all
my
ladies
do
it
Get
your
hands
up,
what,
now
let
me
walk
you
through
it
Ohh,
now
come
on
Scream,
jump
baby
come
on
Get
your
hands
up,
what,
now
all
my
ladies
do
it
Get
your
hands
up,
what,
now
let
me
walk
you
through
it
Ohh,
now
come
on
Scream,
jump
baby
come
on
Get
your
hands
up,
what,
now
all
my
ladies
do
it
Get
your
hands
up,
what,
now
let
me
walk
you
through
it
Ohh,
now
come
on
Scream,
jump
baby
come
on
Get
your
hands
up,
what,
now
all
my
ladies
do
it
Get
your
hands
up,
what,
now
let
me
walk
you
through
it
Ohh,
now
come
on
Scream,
jump
baby
come
on
Get
your
hands
up,
what,
now
all
my
ladies
do
it
Get
your
hands
up,
what,
now
let
me
walk
you
through
it
Ohh,
now
come
on
Scream,
jump
baby
come
on
Get
your
hands
up,
what,
now
all
my
ladies
do
it
Get
your
hands
up,
what,
now
let
me
walk
you
through
it
New
York,
they
ain't
ready
for
it
A
T
L,
they
ain't
ready
for
it
Oh,
oh,
oh,
they
ain't
ready
for
it
Whoa,
oh,
oh,
they
ain't
ready
for
it
My
ladies
Millennium
Guns
bustin'
plenty
of
them,
y'all
hear
that
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