Fright Night Lyrics

(feat. Swizz/Busta Rhymes)

[Busta Rhymes:]

Attention please, attention please 
Can I have everybody's attention please 
So humorous, we laugh at all ay'all 
The alliance has now been officially formed 
Ruff Ryder, Flipmode, 2000, it's now official baby 
It's another headbanger 

[Swizz Beats:]

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 liposucion 
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! 

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]

(Ohhhh), Now come on 
(Screeeam), 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 
(Ohhhh), Now come on 
(Screeeam), 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 

[Busta Rhymes:]

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 infront the impalo 
Yo, the general Busta Busta shock and memorable 
You know we precious like minerals, and deadly like burials 

[Chorus]

[Swizz Beats:]

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 

[Chorus: 3x]

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