Fright Night - Featuring Busta Rhymes And Swizz Beatz Lyrics

Fright Night - Featuring Busta Rhymes And Swizz Beatz lyrics

Busta Rhymes:

Attention please, attention please
Can I have
everybody's attention please
So humorous, we laugh at all ay'all
The
alliance has now been officially formed
Ruff Ryder, Flipmode, 2000, it's now
official baby
It's another headbanger

Swizz Beats:

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 liposucion
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!

Chorus: Busta Rhymes

(Ohhhh), Now come
on
(Screeeam), 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
(Ohhhh), Now come on
(Screeeam), 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

Busta Rhymes:

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 infront the impalo
Yo, the general Busta Busta
shock and memorable
You know we precious like minerals, and deadly like
burials

Chorus

Swizz Beats:

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

Chorus: 3x

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
Millenium
Guns
bustin' plenty of them, y'all hear that