[Swizz Beatz]
(mmm, mmmm)
See y’all don’t understand us you know
Ruff Ryders is a family
Ruff Ryders… Ruff Ryders… Ruff Ryders
Lets go… Swizz Beatz
[DMX]
This is the darkest shit, sparkest shit
Hittin wit the hardest Shit, cuz before we started shit
Wit kidz I knew my friendz all turned against me
Said fuck it, bought me a dog ever since me and my dog has been like this
He got my back I got his, schemin on mad niggaz
Dats how we do bidz
It’s about time to start another, robbin spree
Cause yo, my way is highway, robbery, chump
When I was up North, Sing-Sing I was sendin niggaz home in a coffin
Livin like a orphan, you bad nigga?
I’ll be back to see if you’ll be still here
You know my style I’ll put yo fucking man, in a wheelchair
He’ll never walk again, on the strength of me
Dats how I left him G, scared to death of me
Cannot run, hit wit the hot one
From the shotgun, cats was close, wondered how we got done
[Eve]
Yo yo, E-V-E
My dogz believe in me
Petty thugz hide yo cake, never teasin me
I show love to, all my bitches hustlin one’z, tussle wit thieves
Makin moves, second to none, I locked it, uh
Made a sudden move you got bit
Flooded wit the double R, real street shit
Da blond hair bandit, you got gunz, hand it
Turn my face when I bust a cannon
Cuz I don’t wear sunblock
Ask Drag if the fire is hot
Shit pop shellz, fall three feet, roll over and stop
We warn niggaz that we coming then we hold up the block
Scorn niggaz like their mothers then we wet up their socks
Red dye, escaping on the red eye ,sea shores then hide out
Buy out bars till we see fall
Believe in this game, we beat y’all, you got money?
Keep y’alls, for us be tearin tryin to hide, then our fire
Beat y’alls
[JadaKiss]
And you can come see me if you tryin to make a gram tonight
Cause I can get it for you raw, gray, tan or white
Fuck rap yo, I’d rather be plannin a flight
Somewhere hot on a wave runner, tanning wit dykes
Blowin the haze, while all of em givin me brains
One at a time, y’all start from the front of the line
Everybody wanna contact me and get wit me
But still end up being mad cuz i charge fifty
And as for you suka, you can keep those rapz
And Screw your awardz, my son can’t eat those plaques
I never was shit but some things i never forget
Like if you spend three your guaranteed to make back six
Drove the Benz off the lot and just dusted her off
Tints, rims, stashed, tick the governer off
Even the cats that be hatin still be lovin the dogs
Cause they know that the double R’s comin for war
Wha
[Styles]
If you ain’t ready to die, then why should you live?
Cuz when I start bustin the guns , you hidin the kids
And the Pieer’s still ridin on clips, survivin wit bricks
We beefin on the 4th you got to die on the 5th
Like I wasnt hustlin dope or robbin the blocks
Starvin or not, carvin the cheek, palmin the glock
I figure which nigga could I watch wit a watch
I like to knock off my crack then I pull off a heist
Put it together, double it twice,this shit is my life
Catch me wit a 45, hot pair of Nikes
And three red dice, like, give me the bank or gimmie yo face
Gimmie a shank It’s Holiday ugh