Call the Ambulance Lyrics

Busta Rhymes


publisher: ©Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
writers: Trevor Smith, Pharrell Williams, Pharrell L Williams
album: Track 4 in album It Ain’t Safe No More…
release date: 2002-11-25
popularity : 4 users have visited this page.
length: 3:51

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Busta Rhymes It Ain’t Safe No More… cover art
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[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 **********ing case closed
The **** blow your speaker, keep turning your base low
Spaz out because I **********ing say so
Before I blow this ***** like we down in Waco
Thick in **** diesel, that's the way we roll
Big truck ****, even my ***** whipping the Range Rov'
We 'bout to skyrocket and the way we go
The way the *****es looking love the way we blow
Check it, we light **** 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 *****s in the back street yo
Weak flow, take your **** 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 *****s 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 *** 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 *** 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 *****s on money extortions
*****s snitch, F.B.I. is hawkin
Call Johnny Cochran, yo this ***** is walking
****, 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 *****es want this **** so they eatin it up

[Busta] Now all you *****es 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 ****, *****s 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 ***** food
My *****s flip quicker than a ****ing interlude
I beat *****s head and blood dripping through a tube
Peep *****, I'm only here to change the ****ing mood
And freeze you *****s money like a ***** getting sued
And leave you in the church watching your body getting viewed
Don't get it ****ed up or even misconstrued
All you *****s better go and

[Chorus]


Track Listing


CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 It Ain’t Safe No More
  • 3 What Can You Do When You’re Branded
  • 4 Call the Ambulance
  • 5 We Goin’ to Do It to Ya
  • 6 What Up
  • 7 Turn Me Up Some
  • 8 Make It Clap
  • 9 Take It Off, Part 2
  • 10 Taste It
  • 11 Hey Ladies
  • 12 I Know What You Want
  • 13 Riot
  • 14 Hop
  • 15 Together
  • 16 Struttin Like a G.O.D.
  • 17 The Struggle Will Be Lost
  • 18 Till It’s Gone
  • 19 Make It Clap (remix)