"Fright Night"   (feat. Swizz/Busta Rhymes)      [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