ฟังเพลงAbandon Ship (feat. Rampage the Last Boy Scout) (Explicit)

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)