Rampage - Get Down lyrics

[Busta Rhymes] Flipmode Squad, let's keep it hip-hop Rah Digga, Rampage [Rampage] Yo Bust' (yeah) Let's smack these n***as all in they motherf**in face [Verse One: Busta Rhymes] This be the sh** to go for broke on 'Til we own ships that carry big freight and n***as harbor coke on Now let me get my f**in smoke on I'll have your mother recitin my sh** like she singin the f**in boat song Now watch the story unfold n***a Bullets smackin your face and your chest just like a f**in drumroll n***a You ain't know me and my crew, we lockin it up And rubberband stackin dough in Timberland shoebox n***a, and stockin it up Too many of my n***as at the door of the club That be always gun co*kin it up We put together n***as like the dick to these b**hes Givin it to 'em in the worst way for actin too big for their britches Crackin it down, backin it down How we give it to n***as, you know we only smackin it down Before I bring it to a closure n***a You think we finished cause my lil' 16 bars is over n***a? [Hook] Aiyyo, aiyyo, get down y'all Busta Rhymes, Flipmode y'all Aiyyo, aiyyo, get down y'all Get down, get-gi-get down y'all Aiyyo, aiyyo, get down y'all "We smashin all y'all" - "Flip-Flipmode represent" Aiyyo, aiyyo - Flipmode "motherf**ers" Swear to only bring you hot sh**, everyday [Verse Two: Rah Digga] Keep the five for ya, the ruggedest chick Spread sh** like Tom Sawyer, b**h Will Smith Be I the Fresh Princess, rulin sh** run things Your efforts is senseless, Hariett Thus Ridin rare breed, f** buyin a jar I smoke the engineer weed motherf**er b**h got stuck in Wells Fargo, Brick City hooligan Squattin at the car show - couldn't be a girly girl If I tried; crazy slave to the live But I'm still fly, love four by fours Cause they ride like a toy, steady jumpin the curb Pedestrians like "oh boy" I can sing, rap DJ Work the instant replay "Even though I'm slurrin my voice" like I was Freeway Get it right cuz-o, I keep the rhymes runnin Kind of terror FBI don't even see comin, motherf**ers [Hook] [Verse Three: Rampage] Ashes is ashes and dust to dust Y'all see the low Ro', y'all ain't f**in with us Rampage n***a, I'm a sick man Chop you in your face, cut off both of your hands Wrap your body up, put it in a sedan Drop yo' a** in a river, this is how I deliver Got the maggots just eatin your liver, untold mystery Your name is Swany River, you not a legend Youse one dead n***a, six feet under Never comin back, one year later This is real facts (yeah) tell the feds Just to back up off me Keep eatin donuts and drinkin that coffee They say they know my M.O. from Philly to Milwaukee Got my house tapped with the walkie talkies, sh** I'm just a victim in this case My lawyer's good, so get the fu*k out my face [Hook]