Correction Paroles Abandon Ship (DJ Scratch Remix) par Busta Rhymes

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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 **** 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 **** we got here
We gonna blow your mind (Blow your mind)
Yo, 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 stеp to me wrong
Don't even wastе your time (Waste your time)

You ****** talk **** then abandon ship
****** talk **** then they abandon ship
****** talk ****, then they abandon ship
****** talk **** then they abandon ship

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, since the age of thirteen
A microphone fiend, so I'm gonna 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 ****** 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 **** regardless
Many ****** wanna know when the Ramp return
Yo, I'm gettin' phone calls from that ***** Howard Stern
He wants to know about my Flipmode clique
The way we get down and bust ****** ****
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 Roanoke and...
People always askin' me, how your **** be sellin'
For makin' **** guaranteed to bust your ****** melon
Police throwed me up on charges like I was a felon
There was no tellin', when I would strike and had you swellin'
Cruisin' in my Lands, watch the police how they be gellin'
Lock you up for days and got a ***** *** smellin'
Yo, **** that! You best believe there ain't no time for dwellin'
If you ain't makin' noise you need to kill the ****** 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 **** we got here
We gonna blow your mind (Blow your mind)
Yo, just 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)

Y'all ****** talk **** then abandon ship
****** talk **** then they abandon ship
****** talk ****, then they abandon ship
****** talk **** 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
You're lost, that means you way off course
No remorse, I'm gettin' five in The Source
I be saddleback riding mother******* like a horse
Turn and toss, n***as all up in my applesauce
Watch me reinforce, my sh*t feel good like intercourse
Ever since I was a shorty rockin' Hugo Boss
Ayo Bussa Bus (What?) 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 every day
In the full runnin' drinkin' ice Tanqueray
I don't eat pork I take a fish fillet
Now I'm knockin' out ****** from ... to ... touche!
Now I'm goin' back around the way
I'm rippin' ****, like my name was Marvin Gaye
Yo, now I'm back with more Bionic like my name was Colt Seavers
Got you ****** 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 (Margins)
Squeeze the Charmin, peace to one million men marchin' (Yah)
When you talk **** you really don't know what you startin'
Now your **** is done like a ****** empty milk carton
It's on for the 9-6, mad shows at the Ritz
Now we got you open like Vicks
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 .44
All my rough ****** 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
**** Peter Parker, I cross you like a magic marker
Every time I hit I always hit a little harder
Blazing to the point where ****** look a little darker
Catching suntans from my music, fans understand
Making fat ****, 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 ***** in the chain of command
Breakin' fool in school like my ***** Geechie Dan
Ayyyyyo, I see intruders on my scan
Singin' at your funeral like Bobby "Blue" Bland

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