Fright night lyrics

Artist  : Ruff ryders 
Song : Fright night
 
 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