| Attention please, attention please
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| Can I have everybodys attention please
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| So humorous, we laugh at all ayall
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| The alliance has now been officially formed
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| Ruff ryder, flipmode, 2000, its now official baby
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| Its another headbanger
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| Swizz beats, who hits on your streets every six weeks
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| I be on the mp so much that my wrists weak
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| Aint shit sweet, pile em in here
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| All my thugs in the clubs start wildin in here
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| Now put your bottles in the air, then light your dutches
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| Me and busta keep it tight like liposucion
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| Niggas that dont like me get the knife for frontin
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| Cause one night in the club gets your life on crutches
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| You got that whodie, Ill cock that forty
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| 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
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| Plus you dont know me money, so stop the rumors
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| Before you need the janitors to come mop the room up Ryde or die volume two, smash the charts
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| Now put your hands in the air for the black mozart, oh!
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| (ohhhh), now come on
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| (screeeam), jump baby come on Get your hands up, (what!), now all my ladies do it Get your hands up, (what!)
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| Now let me walk you through it
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| (ohhhh), now come on
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| (screeeam), jump baby come on Get your hands up, (what!), now all my ladies do it Get your hands up, (what!)
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| Now let me walk you through it Yall niggas try to front, Ill send my crew on a hunt
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| Bunch of scheming ass niggas smoking gats and blunts
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| Busta rhymes, flipmode represent
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| For the ruff ryder, and my nigga swizz
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| And we gonna be here to present
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| Yall niggas with some other shit to bang in the street
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| And block the fuck out, bang the fuckin floor with your feet
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| Before we bang yall niggas all with the heat
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| Feed yall niggas more gutters like a mutherfuckin all you can eat
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| And make you bounce how poncho will play the congo
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| And bang on the bongo, free to bounce on the bongo
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| From new york to colorado, so just follow
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| Im living for today and livin tomorrow
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| Open up your mouth, I got somethin big for you to swallow
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| Blow you through the chest with a hollow
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| Like the foul shit you waste and transpired right infront the impalo
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| Yo, the general busta busta shock and memorable
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| You know we precious like minerals, and deadly like burials
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| Listen, flipmode and ruff ryders bang out hits
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| S-w-i two zs bang out clips
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| Bang out chicks, for fun we bang out whips
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| Yall go to war with revolvers that bang out flicks
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| Now find me on two-fifth in the summer when it starts
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| And iced up, nice cut, new pair of jordans
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| Thinkin of extortin, nigga your life aint important
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| Your camp hotter than ours?, the fuck yall snortin
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| My thugs bang out bricks, swing, mix, throw dem grams
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| Hash smokers, hopin more and out of soda cans
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| (yo swizz, I heard you stole), whoa! |
| listen man
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| Mindin my business will make you a missin man
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| See the wrist and hand?, got plaques on the wall
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| And a fifth in hand, Ill put your back on the wall
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| Nigga dont ask me no more about nuttin you hear
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| Just scream and shout and just wild in here
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| New york, they aint ready for it A-t-l, they aint ready for it Oh, oh, oh, they aint ready for it Whoa, oh, oh, they aint ready for it My ladies
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| Millenium
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| Guns bustin plenty of them, yall hear that |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fright Night, artist - Ruff Ryders. Album song Ryde Or Die Vol. II, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп