Abandon Ship Lyrics

Abandon Ship lyrics

[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