Busta Rhymes - The Onslaught lyrics

[Busta R.] Flipmode, Boot Camp, alliance official [Buckshot] sh** hit your chest like sess [Busta R.] Each and every time (Whattup n***a?) Yeah whattup n***a? (Y'all n***as chillin?) The Sun don't chill n***a [Buckshot] Hate y'all little n***as Listen to this right here motherf**er what? [Buckshot] Knahmsayin, sh** be kinda close Hittin you up with some real sh**, feel this n***a [Buckshot] Buck spread love like the Pope, but I never spread false hope I bring the bomb squad close, rock you with a dose Of TNT, n***as ain't believe in me? I'm comin back for all them n***as who be thievin me I'm incredible, also edible Rock it in the stage show, see me in the interview Wanna be worldwide, but you can't f** with I You try, you die; don't deny the fact that you got your back Blown by binoculars, the way I'm rockin ya And drop-toppin ya, dough low go for dolo in Cali All my Outlawz form a rally and we _Bomb First_ n***a Pull the trigga, see what happen if you hestitate And cut yoour blood supply short The bloodsport, the motherf**in onslaught [Hook] -] Busta Rhymes Yo, now in the onslaught, y'all n***as got caught Now we can run a full court all in a bloodsport And while we hold the fort, cut ya like live shorts Feel the pressure burn a n***a like a Newport! [Buckshot] Comin for you I used to sit back, and let a lot of sh** Get to my head, wanted to dead a lot of sh** A lot of fake n***as, frontin in the game with A little record deal but still drive the same whip Damn shame ain't it? The vision that they show you In they videos'll make you think them n***as moved out the ghetto Oh? Don't get me wrong, I ain't tryin to stay But sh**, at the same time I ain't tryin to run away A lot of family is left behind A lot of my n***as is left to grind, some still do crime Some do time, but, no matter what None of my n***as keep an empty shell inside the nine co*kback, f**in up the Evil Dee track and make the mind react Smoke a phat one listen to Buck and get black As a matter of fact Even if you don't smoke you can feel the contact [Hook] [Buckshot] Comin for you Jump through the window to your rescue I guess you Heard the rest do, all that rap sh** but in fact it Sounded kinda good until I let you hear this phat sh** You lack sh**, n***a track this Record this, oh my lord this is the warnin sign for y'all B.D. wann ball; is you feelin me? Let me know somethin And if you see me lookin sober, let me smoke somethin Pump it up like D, film me like Spike Lee Bodycount like Ice-T, do it nicely Nice to see, that n***a Buck..shot .. rappin f** it, I'mma make it happen All my n***as stick to gunclappin, don't change From my street n***as up to my n***a Starang Bang bang n***a, can you hang, n***a? It's your fault you got caught in the rain, n***a [Hook]