[Busta Rhymes] Come on, yea, ha, ya, Busta Rhymes baby, yea, ha It′s Flipmode baby, yea, come on We bout to cause a riot nigga
[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Got a lot of niggaz rollin′ with ya holla Cause you know we ripped it hotter than them other niggaz Spot a nigga gettin dollars not another nigga can do it the way that we cocked and shot another nigga Think he deserved the way he was boppin with a cherry copper glitter blood fella send a cop to get ′em It′s funny the way the iron just to drop you quicker Why I hit y′all with the fire, think I got a winner Stackin a crib with a chick that make a proper dinner Black in the range with tint, and chrome aqua spinnin′ Parked right next to the Benz with a soap opera and the TV up in the dash co-starrin a opera singer That be the type of bullshit I be on and stay hot I stop whippin′ a Bentley to whip a Mercedes Maeboch And keep runnin′ around the street like my name was Mel Patch nigga Come through your hood and take your whole block, come on And while we give it to ya
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes] While with me (Come on) My niggaz stack money to the sky with me (Come on) My niggaz in the place need to riot with me (Come on) And set the whole fire with me (Come on) All of my ladies in the beauty salon look bomb put yo shit on And wait up in the line for me (Come on) You come all in the party lookin′ fine for me (Come on) Holdin ′Gnac spill a little red wine for me
[Bridge: Busta Rhymes 9x] Let′s cause a riot Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo (Come on)
[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes] It′s bout to get a little bit betta, start to get a little cheddar Pack a big beretta Check a nigga resume doin′ a alphabet-ah Go order and brandish the metal hid into ya leather No matter or whether or not you wearin′ a vest So you got your hand on the cannon I got a bigger plan for ya Call up my mans for ya, now watch you vanish Makin′ you family ask for ya You think you family pay a couple of grand for ya? Like you afraid to hold a mac, like you were made to hold a gat We made a hole and quikly dug out all the sand for ya The heat′ll be makin′ you put it on the glass shorty Wiggle somethin′ and get to showin′ a little ass for me (Bling!) Now lets get on and open smokin′ and blast for thee Niggas will really want it and fill the capacity You muthafuckin′ know it has to be The way we touch it y′all niggas knowin exactly who the master be And while we give it to ya
[Chorus : Busta Rhymes] While with me (Come on) My niggaz stack money to the sky with me (Come on) My niggaz in the place need to riot with me (Come on) And set the whole fire with me (Come on) All of my ladies in the Beuty Saloon look bomb put yo shit on And wait up in the line for me (Come on) You come all in the party lookin′ fine for me (Come on) Holdin′ Yach spill a little red wine for me
[Bridge: Busta Rhymes 9x] Let′s cause a riot Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo (Come on)
If you feel so empty So used up, so let down If you feel so angry So ripped off so stepped on You′re not the only one Refusing to back down You′re not the only one So get up
Let′s start a riot, a riot Let′s start a riot Let′s start a riot, a riot Let′s start a riot
If you feel so filthy So dirty so fucked up If you feel so walked on So painful so pissed off You′re not the only one Refusing to go down You′re not the only one So get up
Let′s start a riot, a riot Let′s start a riot Let′s start a riot, a riot Let′s start a riot
If you feel so empty So used up, so let down If you feel so angry Just get up
Let′s start a riot, a riot Let′s start a riot Let′s start a riot, a riot Let′s start a riot
[Chorus starts off w/cuts and scratches] Let′s start a motherfucking riot in this bitch! Let′s start a motherfucking riot in this hoe! [Repeat 4x]
[Verse One: DJ Paul] Yeah, yeah, yeah, fucker, yeah You got to be the weakest hoe in the world You move all the way to Memphis from [gunshots] (Atlanta) ′Cause you were scared like a little girl Little sorry broke bitch ass nigga You ran your mouth and got into it with some real ass niggaz You landed in the "M" and saw your life was in ruins By the way nigga, how your collarbone doing? I thought you we really quick to kick some ass down here Memphis, Tenn. I′ll take the base out of it and say so clear Then you move back to [gunshots] (Atlanta) and got your shot up While you were driving you living a life of hell I guess you wanted to be so much like your favorite rapper That you even try to die like your favorite rapper At ninety pounds you′re too small Look all the trouble you found You′ve done fuck around and find yourself under the ground I wanted to get in that ass so I invite you to a show But you′s a ho because your ass didn′t show you ain′t buck bitch!
[Chorus 4x]
[Verse Two: Lord Infamous] This right here won′t stay quiet It might strike up a riot Everytime we bump this shit somebody up in here die The dangerous Hypnotize is from the deadliest Minds We are the rowdiest of hypnotists out here you will find You better fuck with your kind You do not want none of mine We′re the funkiest, bumpiest out on the grind This is one your sitting in your junk get ya crunk We′re the specialist Triple six out on the funk So hit the floor and give me about one hundred jawbreakers We′re causing pain up on this thang you can′t shake us I′m pistol-whipping, self-tripping furiously fast Hit the gas, the cash I′ll give them a blast In the past, Three 6 have you beating ′em bad Just like the old shit you holding niggaz up in a mask Hit the parking lot, pop the boys Straight Homicide It be these killers man, these killers man ′bout to
[Chorus 4x]
[Verse Three: Crunchy Black] First, I′ve had you niggaz get buck, get wild Then I want you niggaz to move the fucking crowd Three 6 in this bitch knock a nigga down My nigga on the right, get buck, get wild My nigga on the left, smack a bitch in the mouth My nigga on top turn it to the ground For all you hoes walk around with a frown We gonna play a game called "Beat a bitch down"
[Verse Four: Juicy J] Bitch I know It′s ′bout that cash when you selling your ass You done spent your whole check walking around acting mad Heard you be at ATL, Magic City It′s sad To cover up it′s just a flauge like you ain′t like the past You say you down with the goodbook I think you read a cookbook I know you need some help you need to go see Dr. Hoodshook And please quit claiming the low down dirty Three 6 When you telling motherfuckers you ain′t with it bitch!
This is a song that came upon me one night when the news it had been telling me about one more war and one more fight and ′aeh′ I sighed but then I thought about my friends then I wrote this declaration just in case the world end
Our guns we shot them in the things we said ah we didn′t need no bullets cos we rely on some words instead kill someone in argument outwit them with our brains and we′d kill ourselves laughing at the funny things we′d say
And bombs we had them saved for special times when the crew would call a shakedown we break down a party landmine women that so sexy they explode us with their looks ah we blowing up some speakers jumping round till the ground shook
And missiles they were the roadtrips that we launched t-t-tripping across this island starting missions at the break of dawn yawn and smile say ′what direction shall we take?′
′Somewhere where it warm and wet′ this be the route we′d always take and
Our weapons were our instruments made from timber and steel we never yielded to conformity but stood like kings in a chariot that′s riding on a record wheel
And our airforce flying when the frisbee in the sky have a session while we′re smoking now we′re feeling extra high and we′d sneak into a carpark with the skaties on our back and we′re flying down the levels howling ′on the attack now on the attack′
And battles they happened in these dancehalls see we′d rather fight with music choosing one the rhythm war battle at these shakedowns and we battle at these gigs we do battle in our bedrooms made some sweet love to the beat
Then our allies grew wherever we would roam see whenever we′re together any stranger feel at home in a way we are an army but this army not destruct no instead we′re doing simple things good loving find it run amuck
This be a declaration written about my friends it′s engraved into this song so they know I′m not forgetting them see maybe if the world contained more people like these then the news would not be telling me about all that warfare endlessly and
Our weapons were our instruments made from timber and steel we never yielded to conformity but stood like kings in a chariot that′s riding on a record wheel
We got thrown in a riot van And the coppers kicked him in And there was no way he could win Just had to take it on the chin Smoked a bong a last night And stole somebody′s telephone He thinks it′s all alright But they′ve left him on his own, on his own
But baby stop calling Over and over yeah And give me some funny cigarettes And do what they told you, yeah
Pinched a car with one headlight And lost control the passengers were screaming Made him shut his eyes way tight And think of you, and hope that he was dreaming
Then up rolled the riot van And called the fire brigade But it was already too late And there was no arrests to make Ohhhhh!
But baby stop calling Over and over yeah And give me some funny cigarettes And do what they told you, yeah
The damned earth commot under starspangled sky As the sound of destruction increase Tongues of red fire snatch black clouds above and unite with the cold Northern breeze A massive veil of flames raise high over the mountains and burning clouds fill up the sky Along vast hills liquid fire brim over Tonight Hell′s jaws open wide Over the skyline Approaching at high speed
Objects of flames reaching higher Crossing the sky at Hell′s pace comes a thousand Chariots of Fire... Chariots of fire emerge Spreading pure hell on earth as they pass over water and land All living to ashes turn All creatures alive they burn They die as they lay and stand Vast hills on fire Thick smoke dark sight Ashes and death everywhere
Covered with ashes the bleak world lies dead as the chariots emerge the poisoned air Over the skyline Approaching at high speed Objects of flames reaching higher Crossing the sky at Hell′s pace comes a thousand Chariots of Fire...
She′s got Tattoos And piercings She likes Minor Threat, she likes Social Distortion My girl′s A hot girl A hood rat who needs an attitude adjustment
Christina, wouldn′t wanna meet her She hates you Britney, so you better run for cover My girl′s A hot girl A riot girl and she′s angry at the world
Emergency, call 911 She′s pissed off at everyone Police, rescue, FBI She wants a riot, she wants a riot
And everywhere we go she gets us thrown out constantly But that′s okay Cause I know, I know, I know my baby would do anything for me Yeah!
Christina, wouldn′t wanna meet her She hates you Britney, so you better run for cover My girl′s A hot girl A riot girl and she′s takin′ on the world, I said...
Emergency, call 911 She′s pissed off at everyone Police, rescue, FBI She wants a riot, she wants a riot She wants a riot, she wants a riot
[repeat "Oh..." in backround] Don′t you know that all I really want is you? Gotta know that all I really want is you.
Emergency, call 911 She′s pissed off at everyone Police, rescue, FBI She wants riot, she wants a riot
Emergency, call 911 She wants a riot, she wants a riot Police, rescue, FBI She wants a riot, she wants a riot
A friend of mine grows his very own brambles They twist all around him ′til he can′t move Beautiful, quivering, chivalrous shambles What is my friend trying to prove?
The bruise turns a tall, gentle boy to a terrible totem And the kids gather round trying to see what′s inside I think when he′s drinking he′s drowning some riot What is my friend trying to hide? Cause it′s breaking my heart, it′s breaking my heart And it′s breaking my heart to pull out the rain Brother of mine, don′t run with those fuckers When will my friend start singing again? When will my friend start singing again?