Abandon Ship Lyrics - The Coming - 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 

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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 

Photos 

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