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    "Abandon Ship" Lyrics

    De La Soul feat. Busta Rhymes

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    [Busta Rhymes]
    You don't know what we doing right here!

    [Chorus 1: x2]
    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 mind (blow your mind)
    Keep it moving like this, keep it moving 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 time(waste your time)

    [Chorus 2]
    You niggas talk shit then abandon ship
    Niggas talk shit then they abandon ship
    Niggas talk shit, then they abandon ship
    Niggas talk shit then they abandon ship

    [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 niggas want to know when the Ramp return
    Yo I'm getting phone calls from that nigga Howard Stern
    He wants to know about my Flip Mode click
    The way we get down and BUST niggas 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 asking me, how your shit be selling
    For making shit guaranteed to bust your fucking melon
    Police throwed me up on charges like I was a felon
    There was no telling, when I was striking had you swelling
    Cruising in my Lands, watch the police how they be gelling
    Lock you up for days and got a nigga ass smelling
    Yo fuck that! You best believe there ain't no time for dwelling
    If you ain't makin noise you need to kill the fucking yelling

    [Chorus 1]

    [Chorus 2]

    [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 saddle back biting motherfuckers like a horse
    Turn and toss, niggas all up in my applesauce
    Watch me reinforce, my shit feel good like intercourse
    Ever since I was a shorty rockin Hugo Boss

    Hey yo 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 writing rhymes hitting shorties everyday
    In the full running drinking ice Tanqueray
    I don't eat pork I take a fish fillet
    Now I'm knocking out niggas from, to, touche!
    Now I'm going back around the way
    I'm ripping shit, like my name was Marvin Gaye

    Yo, now I'm back with more Bionic like my name was Colt Seavers
    Got you niggas open like a bunch of wide receivers
    Time is on the meter, go clean your act up in the cleaners
    Chicken head, 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
    Sticking 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 niggas 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
    Every time I hit I always hit a little harder
    Blazing to the point where niggas 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
    Breaking fool in school like my nigga Geechie Dan
    Hey yo, I see intruders on my scan
    Singing at your funeral like Bobby Bluebland

    [Chorus 1]
    This song was submitted on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd..
    Written by Busta Rhymes, Roger Mcnair.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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