abandon ship lyrics – busta rhymes

uhh! you don’t know what we doing 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 sh*t we got here
we gonna blow your mind
(blow your mind)
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 time
(waste your time)

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 sh*t we got here
we gonna blow your mind
(blow your mind)
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 time
(waste your time)

you n*gg*z talk sh*t then abandon ship
n*gg*z talk sh*t, then they abandon ship
n*gg*z talk sh*t, then they abandon ship
n*gg*z talk sh*t, then they abandon ship

i 8 off like the *ss*ssin, 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, net geo

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 f*ckin’ 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 sh*t regardless

many n*gg*z wanna know when the ramp return
yo, i’m gettin’ phone calls from that n*gg* howard stern
he wants to know about my flip mode click
the way we get down and bust n*gg*z sh*t
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 flat bush, back to roanoke and

people always askin’ me, how your sh*t be sellin’
for makin’ sh*t guaranteed to bust your f*ckin’ 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 n*gg* *ss smellin’
yo, f*ck that! you best believe there ain’t no time for dwellin’
if you ain’t makin’ noise you need to kill the f*ckin’ 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 sh*t we got here
we gonna blow your mind
(blow your mind)
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 time
(waste your time)

you n*gg*z talk sh*t then abandon ship
n*gg*z talk sh*t, then they abandon ship
n*gg*z talk sh*t, then they abandon ship
n*gg*z talk sh*t, then they abandon ship

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 motherf*ckers like a horse
turn and toss, n*gg*z all up in my applesauce
watch me reinforce, my sh*t feel good like intercourse
ever since i was a shorty rockin’ hugo boss

aiyyo bust it bust you just made my day
(why)
if you didn’t put me on i’d be locked like o.j.
now i’m writin’ rhymes h*ttin’ shorties everyday
in the full runnin’ drinkin’ ice tanqueray
i don’t eat pork i take a fish fellet
now i’m knockin’ out n*gg*z from to to touche!
now i’m goin’ back around the way
i’m rippin’ sh*t, like my name was marvin gaye

yo, now i’m back with more bionic like my name was colt seavers
got you n*gg*z 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 sh*t you really don’t know what you startin’
now your sh*t is done like a f*ckin’ 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 n*gg*z 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
f*ck peter parker, i cross you like a magic marker
every time i hit i always h*t a little harder
blazing to the point where n*gg*z look a little darker
catching suntans from my music, fans understand
making fat sh*t, 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 n*gg* in the chain of command
breakin’ fool in school like my n*gg* geechie dan
aiyo, i see intruders on my scan
singing at your funeral like bobby blue bland

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 sh*t we got here
we gonna blow your mind
(blow your mind)
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 time
(waste your time)

/ busta rhymes lyrics