Lyrics:

[Rampage] It's Atiya, Richard of Flatbush Speak up The word on the street is the Rampage return Uh [Busta] Hah, one time, two times, three times (no doubt), four times All my real live soldiers throw your hands up All my real live women throw your hands up All my real strong bustas throw your hands up All my real live players throw your hands up Hah! [Rampage] Check it out, like this y'all The heavyweight Brooklyn bomber that can't rest Love success, I'm gettin money progress Travellin for free from state to state That's how I get my idea to create I'm live motivate, I keep on movin, it's been FUBU I make Def Jams like Rick Rubin I stay on my tippy toes wreckin shows, I'm too slow You can't peep my ill flow in this Burning Zone Keep low like an Eskimo Askin' people, still carry my flow, open the do' It's the real outlaw, from Flatbush to South Shore Givin you more and more I just came home from tour It's my time to burn to explore I'm comin through the floor with Low X I'm fully gassed to the max movin stacks, no fakin jacks I'm the baddest man on the wax Messin around with my Squad, you get taxed Shittin' Ex-Lax, on hot tracks, I can't relax Breakin' backs, with my NFL Quarterbacks Flipmode deep we bring good things to light Put down your gun and light I'm in it to win it plus I'm wildin for da night [Busta] All my muthafuckas in the place to be you feel right, throw your hands up WE GETTIN WILD FOR DA NIGHT Niggas in the place, if you wanna fight Serious let's get busy cause we WILD FOR DA NIGHT My Flipmode niggas gettin WILD FOR DA NIGHT Niggas in N