Call the Ambulance

(feat. Rampage)

[Busta Rhymes]

Yeah.. Busta Rhymes now, Flipmode now, check it

See we in two-thousand-and-three already, catch up to us

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hah, huh

Now motherfuckin case closed

The shit blow your speaker, keep turnin your base low

Spaz out because I motherfuckin say so

Before I blow this bitch like we down in Waco

Thick in cock diesel, that's the way we roll

Big truck shit, even my bitch whippin the Range Rov'

We 'bout to skyrocket and THE WAY WE GO

The way the bitches lookin love THE WAY WE BLOW

Check it, we light shit up like Broadway yo

The crack-head rappers better JUST SAY NO

Before I turn stupid and back the heat slow

Lay and wait for niggaz in the back street yo

Weak flow, take your shit like I'm comin to Repo

Create a crowd scene and stack a bunch of people

We bustin through the doors, shootin through your peephole

The shoot that never miss is like shootin a free throw

All you niggaz better go and..

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]

Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people

Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people

Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people

Put they body on the stretcher, carry they ass out

Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people

Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people

Call the ambulance, come and pick up your people

I'll put they body on the stretcher, carry they ass out

Call the ambulance

[Rampage]

Catch sixteen to remove your organs

H-2-O ridin round in same orbits

Notorious from New York to New Orleans

House come with the lake swimmin with dolphins

Fifty keys with large proportions

Caught a few niggaz on money extortions

Niggaz snitch, F.B.I. is hawkin

Call Johnny Cochran, yo this nigga is walkin

Shit, we got to close down the club

Me and my cousin Bust, we like Crockett and Tubbs

Pushin Lambo's, big chains and dubs

Lead the Flipmode security with snubs

Uppin club levels, hundred G's and up

And if them ducks rollin Bust I'm beatin it up

The streets ain't safe, yo we heatin it up

The party's on smash, now we tweakin it up

The bitches want this dick so they eatin it up

[Busta] Now all you bitches better go and..

[Chorus]

[Rampage]

Flipmode, we in heavy conjunction

We shut it down in every function

Beat you in yo' head until your brain malfunction

Yo Bust, call the label, tell 'em we in production

Pinky ring status so it's no discussion

Stop talkin shit, niggaz dodgin and duckin

I'm cream cheese with the english muffin

I still got respect in the Flatbush junction, HEY

[Busta Rhymes]

Huh, it's like we shakin down a dude

We like a pack of dogs that come to take a nigga food

My niggaz flip quicker than a FUCKIN interlude

I beat niggaz head and blood drippin through a tube

Peep bitch, I'm only here to change the fuckin mood

And freeze you niggaz money like a nigga gettin sued

And leave you in the church watchin your body gettin viewed

Don't get it fucked up or even misconstrued

All you niggaz better go and..

[Chorus]