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letra de call the ambulance - busta rhymes

(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 motherf-ckin case closed
the sh-t blow your speaker, keep turnin your base low
spaz out because i motherf-ckin say so
before i blow this b-tch like we down in waco
thick in c-ck diesel, that’s the way we roll
big truck sh-t, even my b-tch whippin the range rov’
we ’bout to skyrocket and the way we go
the way the b-tches lookin love the way we blow
check it, we light sh-t 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 n-gg-z in the back street yo
weak flow, take your sh-t 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 n-gg-z 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 -ss 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 -ss 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 n-gg-z on money extortions
n-gg-z snitch, f.b.i. is hawkin
call johnny cochran, yo this n-gg- is walkin
sh-t, 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 b-tches want this d-ck so they eatin it up

[busta] now all you b-tches 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 sh-t, n-gg-z dodgin and duckin
i’m cream cheese with the english m-ffin
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 n-gg- food
my n-gg-z flip quicker than a f-ckin interlude
i beat n-gg-z head and blood drippin through a tube
peep b-tch, i’m only here to change the f-ckin mood
and freeze you n-gg-z money like a n-gg- gettin sued
and leave you in the church watchin your body gettin viewed
don’t get it f-cked up or even misconstrued
all you n-gg-z better go and..

[chorus]

- busta rhymes

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