Call the Ambulance

[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, haha, huh Now motherfucking case closed The shit blow your speaker, keep turning your base low Spaz out because I motherfucking say so Before I blow this bitch like we down in Waco Thick in cock diesel, that's the way we roll Big truck shit, even my bitch whipping the Range Rov' We 'bout to skyrocket and the way we go The way the bitches looking love the way we blow Check it, we light shit 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 niggas in the back street yo Weak flow, take your shit like I'm coming to Repo Create a crowd scene and stack a bunch of people We busting through the doors, shooting through your peephole The shoot that never miss is like shooting a free throw All you niggas 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 ass 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 ass out Call the ambulance [Rampage] Catch sixteen to remove your organs H-2-O riding round in same orbits Notorious from New York to New Orleans House come with the lake swimming with dolphins Fifty keys with large proportions Caught a few niggas on money extortions Niggas snitch, F.B.I. is hawkin Call Johnny Cochran, yo this nigga is walking Shit, we got to close down the club Me and my cousin Bust, we like Crockett and Tubbs Pushing Lambo's, big chains and dubs Lead the Flipmode security with snubs Upping 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 bitches want this dick so they eatin it up [Busta] Now all you bitches 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 talking shit, niggas dodging and ducking I'm cream cheese with the English muffin I still got respect in the Flat bush junction, hey [Busta Rhymes] Huh, it's like we shaking down a dude We like a pack of dogs that come to take a nigga food My niggas flip quicker than a fucking interlude I beat niggas head and blood dripping through a tube Peep bitch, I'm only here to change the fucking mood And freeze you niggas money like a nigga getting sued And leave you in the church watching your body getting viewed Don't get it fucked up or even misconstrued All you niggas better go and [Chorus]