Busta Rhymes Feat Rampage The Last Boy Scout Abandon Ship Lyrics

Abandon Ship Lyrics

Busta Rhymes feat. Rampage the Last Boy Scout

 

 Abandon Ship

 

 [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]