โหลดเพลง mp3 Abandon Ship (feat. Rampage the Last Boy Scout) (Explicit LP Version) - Busta Rhymes

Abandon ship - Busta rhymes
Uhhhh!! you dont know what we doin right here!
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, ima only come back
Yo, Im saying if you think that you can step to me wrong
Dont even waste your tiiiimmme (waste your tiiiimmme)
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, ima only come back
Yo, Im saying if you think that you can step to me wrong
Dont even waste your tiiiimmme (waste your tiiiimmme)
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
I 8off like the assassin, now Im blastin Im 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 Im goin to see my p.o.
Its august the 1st, so I guess Im 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 Im 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 gs
I run up in your ganks den take you for your keys
Im 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 aint no time for dwellin
If you aint makin noise you need to kill the fuckin yellin
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, ima only come back
Yo, Im saying if you think that you can step to me wrong
Dont even waste your tiiiimmme (waste your tiiiimmme)

Yo, yo, yo I run up in your set like a new york city...
I cant slip, I beat you down with my vice grip
Your lost, that means you way off course
No remorse, Im 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 didnt put me on Id be locked like o.j.
Now Im writin rhymes hittin shorties everyday

In the full runnin drinkin ice tanqueray

I dont eat pork I take a fish fellet
Now Im knockin out niggaz from .. to .. touche!
Now Im goin back around the way
Im rippin shit, like my name was marvin gaye
Yo, now Im 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 dont know what you startin
Now your shit is done like a fuckin empty milk carton
Its 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 Im still hardco
Yo, when I walk streets you know my blades 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
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, ima only come back
Yo, Im saying if you think that you can step to me wrong
Dont even waste your tiiiimmme (waste your tiiiimmme)