Fright Night Lyrics - Singles - Ruff Ryders

Attention please, attention please 

Can I have everybody's attention please 

So humorous, we laugh at all y'all 

The alliance has now been officially formed 

Ruff Ryder, Flipmode, 2000, it's now official baby 

It's another head banger 

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 liposuction 

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 

Ohh, now come on 

Scream, 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 

Ohh, now come on 

Scream, 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 

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 in front the impalo 

Yo, the general Busta Busta shock and memorable 

You know we precious like minerals, and deadly like burials 

Ohh, now come on 

Scream, 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 

Ohh, now come on 

Scream, 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 

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 

Ohh, now come on 

Scream, 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 

Ohh, now come on 

Scream, 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 

Ohh, now come on 

Scream, 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 

Ohh, now come on 

Scream, 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 

Ohh, now come on 

Scream, 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 

Ohh, now come on 

Scream, 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 

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 

Millennium 

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