[Intro: Rampage | Busta Rhymes]
It's I, sire, Richard of Flatbush, speak up
The word on the street is the Rampage return
Uh (Yeah)
Hah, one time, two time
Three time (No doubt), four time (Yeah, what up?)
All my real live n***as, throw your hands up! (No doubt)
All my real live bitches (Yeah), throw your hands up!
All my hustler motherfuckers, throw your hands up! (Check it out, it's like this, y'all)
All my bigger ass n***as, throw your hands up! (Ha)

[Verse 1 Rampage | Busta Rhymes]
The heavyweight Brooklyn bomber that can't rest (Rest), love success
I'm gettin' money progress (-gress)
Travellin' for free (Ugh) from state to state (State)
That's how I get my idea to create, I live motivate (-vate)
I keep on movin', it's been proven (Proven)
I make def jams like Rick Rubin (Ugh)
I stay on my tippy toes wreckin' shows (Ugh), you too slow (Slow)
You can't peep my ill flow, hit this Burning Zone, keep low like an Eskimo (-mo)
F the people (People), still carry my .44
Open the do', it's the real outlaw (-law)
From Flatbush to South Shore givin' you more and more
I just came home from tour (Tour)
It's my time to burn to explore
I'm comin' (Ugh) through the floor with the X, I'm fully gassed to the max
Movin' stacks (Ugh), no fakin' jacks, I'm the baddest man on the wax (Wax)
Messin' around with my Squad, you get taxed
Shittin' Ex-Lax, on hot tracks (Tracks)
I can't relax, breakin' backs (Ugh)
With my NFL Quarterbacks, Flipmode deep (Uh)
We bring hood things to life (Life), put down your gun and light (Light)
I'm in it to win it (Uh), plus I'm wildin' for the nights (Night, ha!)
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes | Rampage]
All my motherfuckers in the place to be
You feel right, throw your hands up! We gettin' wild for the night
N***as in the place if you wanna fight
Serious, let's get busy, 'cause we wild for the night!
My Flipmode n***as gettin' wild for the night!
N***as in New York gettin' wild for the night!
My n***as in the West gettin' wild for the night!
People in the world gettin' wild for the night! (Uh)
My n***as Uptown, you throw your hands up
In the place, if you feel right, we gettin' wild for the night!
Throw your hands up, you gettin' wild for the night!
N***as 'cross the land gettin' wild for the night!
My n***as Downtown, we gettin' wild for the night!

[Verse 2: Rampage]
Uh, yo I'm Top Billin', makin a killin' (Uh)
Flip a script like Terry McMillan (Ugh), I can't help the way I'm feelin' (Feelin')
Caps is fillin', drugs is dealin' (Dealin')
My thug n***as keep illin' (Illin'), Rampage is higher than the ceiling (Uh)
Mad appealin' brothers who dealin' from Brownsville and (Uh, uh, uh)
I'm ready and willin', I'm playin' lock and chase (Uh, chase)
You can get my black race (Race), bet I, hesitates (Yeah)
I'm movin' cash like Chase (Chase), you about to get laced (Ugh, laced)
Fifteen across your face (Ugh), you at the wrong place (Place)
You at the wrong time (Time), you didn't use your third vision mind (Mind)
You sippin' wine (Wine), your vision is blind
No, you can't see the victory (Ugh), you in the street (Uh), it's gettin' deep (Deep)
You rolled up with the wrong peeps, you're the black sheep (Ugh)
You won't protest, got 'til your little brother got shot (Bang!)
It's gettin' hot (Uh), now you back around the way (Way)
With the same clothes (Way, ugh), plus your bum hoes that you chose (Way, chose)
They gave up your whereabouts, where you hang out (Hang out)
Who you hang wit' (Who you hang wit'), now you gotta get your dome split (Uh)
You wildin' for the night (Wildin' for the night, dun)
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes | Rampage]
All my motherfucker from across the land (Wildin' for the night)
We feelin' right, 'cause you know we gettin' wild for the night!
All my n***as across the sea and the earth
Yes, you know, we comin' through, we gettin' wild for the night!
My Flipmode n***as gettin' wild for the night!
My outer state n***as gettin' wild for the night!
My cross country n***as gettin' wild for the night!
You know we gettin' wild for the night!
You know we gettin' wild for the night!
Throw your hands in the air if you wanna fight
Feel right, 'cause you know we gettin' wild for the night!
Yes, I'm gettin' down in the place to be
Flipmode Squad, yo, we gettin' wild for the night!
My rampage n***as gettin' wild for the night
All of my real live n***as gettin' wild for the night!
My sexy ass bitches gettin' wild for the night!
All my people across the land and sea
Feel right, 'cause you know we gettin' wild for the night!
Throw up your fist and feel right
'Cause it's time to fight, motherfucker, we gettin' wild for the night!
War time, n***as gettin' wild for the night!
Freaky motherfuckers gettin' wild for the night!
All my buckshot-gun in the air
Motherfuckers in the place, you know, we gettin' wild for the night!
My Flipmode n***as gettin' wild for the night!
[Hidden Track]

[Busta Rhymes]
Oh, yeah, that's right, motherfuckers
And as we continue home with y'all muthafuckas out there
We gon' bust ya out on y'all head constantly
Flipmode Squad bringin' it back to back, consecutive shit
That's right, Busta Rhymes on the control, lettin' y'all n***as know
Wherein my n***a Rampage the Last Boy Scout
Hits y'all motherfuckers on the head
With this shit right here
All y'all competitive motherfuckers, so-called 'competitive' motherfuckers
Who think they in the competitive position to talk some more competitive shit
Like they really competitive or somethin'
Y'all motherfuckers is gonna realize, how soon y'all gonna be
(Going out of business)
(Going out of business)
(Going out of business)

[Rampage]
Yes, yes, yes, yes
You've just heard a word from our sponsor, Bus-a-Bus
I'd just like all of you to just strap yourselves inside your seats
And just take a little trip
As we go towards down the yellow brick road, inside
'Cause it's definitely be goin' down! Ha