Ryders, Ruff Filmography

• Rap Sheet: Hip-Hop and the Cops
  2006, role: actor , character name: Himself

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• WWIII - featuring Yung Wun, Snoop Dogg, Scarface a - Ruff Ryders
• Ryde or Die Boyz - featuring Yung Wun & Larsin - Ruff Ryders
• It's a Holiday (skit) - Ruff Ryders
• Fright Night - featuring Busta Rhymes & Swizz - Ruff Ryders
• 2 Tears in a Bucket - featuring Redman, Method Man - Ruff Ryders
• You, Me, and She - Ruff Ryders
• Talkin' Money - Ruff Ryders
• Holiday - featuring Styles - Ruff Ryders
• Got It All - featuring Eve and Jadakiss - Ruff Ryders
• Go Head - featuring The Lox - Ruff Ryders
• The Hood - Ruff Ryders
• Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle - Ruff Ryders
• 2 Tears in a Bucket - featuring Redman, Method Man and Sheek - Ruff Ryders
• Weed, Hoes, Dough - featuring Drag-On - Ruff Ryders
• Twisted Heat - featuring Twista and Drag-On - Ruff Ryders
• The Great - featuring DMX - Ruff Ryders
• They Ain't Ready - Ruff Ryders
• What Ya Want - Ruff Ryders
• We Don't Give A Fuck - Ruff Ryders
• Stomp - featuring Yung Wun & Trick Daddy - Ruff Ryders
• Street Team - Ruff Ryders
• Some X S*** - Ruff Ryders
• Ryde Or Die - Ruff Ryders
• Some X Shit - Ruff Ryders
• Ryde or Die Boyz - featuring Yung Wun & Larsiny - Ruff Ryders
• Ruff Ryders (Skit) - Ruff Ryders
• My Name Is Kiss - featuring Jadakiss - Ruff Ryders
• It's Going Down - featuring Parle - Ruff Ryders
• Pina Colada - Ruff Ryders
• Kiss Of Death - Ruff Ryders
• Keep Hustlin' - Ruff Ryders
• Pay Per View - Ruff Ryders
• Jigga My Nigga - Ruff Ryders
• Dope Money - Ruff Ryders
• Dirrty - Ruff Ryders
• Eastside Ryders - Ruff Ryders
• Do That S*** - Ruff Ryders
• Down Bottom - Ruff Ryders
• Can't Let Go - Ruff Ryders
• Fright Night - featuring Busta Rhymes & Swizz Beatz - Ruff Ryders
• Do That Shit - Ruff Ryders
• Ww Iii - Ruff Ryders
• Weed, Hoes, Dough - Ruff Ryders
• U, Me & She - Ruff Ryders
• Twisted Heat - Ruff Ryders
• Throw It Up - Ruff Ryders
• The Great - Ruff Ryders
• Takin' Money (Skit) - Ruff Ryders
• Stomp - Ruff Ryders
• Some South Shit - Ruff Ryders
• Shoot 'Em In Tha Head - Ruff Ryders
• Ryde Or Die Boyz - Ruff Ryders
• Rock Bottom - Ruff Ryders
• Platinum Plus - Ruff Ryders
• My Name Is Kiss - Ruff Ryders
• Knock Knock - Ruff Ryders
• It's Going Down - Ruff Ryders
• I'm a Ruff Ryder - Ruff Ryders
• I'm A Hoe (skit) - Ruff Ryders
• Holiday - Ruff Ryders
• Got It All - Ruff Ryders
• Gonna Be Sumthin - Ruff Ryders
• Go 'Head - Ruff Ryders
• Ghetto Children - Ruff Ryders
• Get Wild - Ruff Ryders
• Fuck Da Haters (skit) - Ruff Ryders
• Buff Ryders (skit) - Ruff Ryders
• Fright Night - Ruff Ryders
• Friend Of Mine - Ruff Ryders
• Bugout - Ruff Ryders
• Aim 4 The Head - Ruff Ryders
• 2 Tears In A Bucket - Ruff Ryders
• What They Want - Ruff Ryders
• Ruff Ryders 4 Life - Ruff Ryders
• Dame Raggaeton - Ruff Ryders

Ruff Ryders (ruff ryders)
Ryde or die, volume 2
Tugboats
It's over...
(laughing)It's the second time around mutherfucker (yeah)
Volume 2, ryde or die, bitch
Gangsta nigga
And we gonna rock this motherfucker, you dig me (for sure baby)
We done square rooted the motherfucking streets (for sure baby)
Double R, you cock sucking sons of bitches (yeah)
State your name gangsta
Big Snoop dogg (bow wow)
Who ya representin
West coast
You gonna hold it down
Please believe nigga
Enough said then nigga
(beyatch)
Let's make this official
Shine your boots and load your pistols
Pull out your best crudentials
Cuz this'll, be the official for the fake tissue
Doggy dogg and big Swizz'll, nigga blow the whistle
Smoke it on some bomb beat and second hand smoke will get ya, hit ya
And make ya all get the picture
Dig this, when was the last time you seen me
Posted up, west coasted up and sippin on some green meat
Believe me, it ain't easy being D'zy
With these jealous rap niggas and these punk ass freezies (fuck em)
Man, I couldn't remember what they told me
When I first came in the game, but things done changed
Call it what you want it, keep the heat up on it
Eastside California, spinnin like a 'tona
Banging on the corner, like a 'sona
It be best to back up off a boy and put this up on ya
State your name youngster
Yung Wun
Where you representing
A-T-L, shorty
You gonna hold it down
Damn right
Well, enough said then
It's up, man nigga tell ya something
Shorty pop a lot, acting like he got a lot
With all that fake ice on his watch, this nigga wanna get got
Coming to my city with all that hot shit and his fake ass cliq
I'm gonna put something in him, bust his wig, I'm on some thugged out shit
He better be strapped boy, how ya like that boy
Hey boy, I'm gonna break your back boy, with a bat boy
Where ya at boy, hold up, I'm cold hearted
Damn right, I get retarded
I'm a young one, and down here, bitch I'm the hardest
Shoot the shoot, hide and talk that shit
I'm gonna stay low, keep it real and show then come up
But when I bite, you gonna feel that there, it's real down here
Watch your mouth boy, you might get killed down here
I'm a ryde or die nigga, I'll put something in your eye nigga
Get beside them here, it's fly bye nigga
When it come to glock cocking and drop popping
I'm the first to hit the black and go to war with the cops, fuck nigga
State your name gangsta
Scarface
Where your representing
My motherfucking self
You gonna hold it down
You god damn right
Enough said then nigga
Hi-ho Scarface and Dogg whippin this streets against the law
Bringing terror with this beretta, I clutch in my paw
I'm scared motherfuckers, scrape with mine
You will attack, that's what you get, my enemies die
It's a worldwide story, for all soldiers
Even if Ruff Ryders ryde ruff or roll over
It's a stickup, said down on your knees cuz I'm sick-up
If disrespected, you don't disrespect me nigga
I'm the one these niggas call on
When they go to cases are halted and the time come for beatin up the bosses
Make them an offer they can't refuse
They don't comply, when I walk out they stack these fools
I guess these niggas think they can't be moved
Realized it those dead niggas like they think they do
You fuck with me I gots to fuck with you
World war three, motherfucker, I thought you knew
State your name gangsta
Jadakiss nigga
Where you representing
East coast dog
You gonna hold it down
Why wouldn't I
Enough said then nigga
Let's go
If you fucking with the kiss, you ain't gonna breathe
The only time I lick in the air is new years eve
Sonny from Bronxdale you can't leave
Get kissed on your cheek then your meant to die
Cuz when the gun start poppin and my temperature rise
You know my style, twenty niggas with forty cals
Nine years ago you was hollering when shorty wild
Now I'm in the rap game twisting these honies out
Never left the crack game, still on the money route
I run through the industry looking for enemies
Y'all niggas sound sick and Jada the remedy
Get shot in your eyes and your mouth
Can't see can't talk when you fuckin with the heart of New York
And that's foulin then swallow the pulp
And then fuck with the feds dog, you know I push the prowler they caught
Toast on my lap, got the east coast on my back
How many times must I tell you motherfuckers (yeah)
We ain't in-du-stry niggas, we in-the-streets niggas
Ruff Ryders forever, now what
(chorus:) Ryde or die, you talk it, we live it
So ryde or die, you want it, we give it
So ryde or die, you start it, we end it
So ryde or die, you talk it, we live it
(repeat chorus)(hollering then fade to end)

[Yung Wun]
Man, y'all rap niggas is high fashion
Flashin, talker, no action
Read emcees like TV's with captions
Charts we smash on, guns we blast them
Spit fire like blow dryers and drag dash on
Your career won't last long, real name Shawn Lassiter
Four words for y'all, F type no passenger
Flow nastier, man you know what I mean
And I keep them diamonds shinin blue, yellow, and green
So the wrist look like a twister mat
Man, I cock the biscuit back and twist ya cap
Opps, clipped ya face just missed ya hat
This go out to those that think this just a rap
Well mister, address the gat and we'll address ya back
Nasty, nasty, spittin discusting raps
And I doubt that cha'll cats can fuck with that
Chorus:
You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy
These Ryde Or Die Boyz will rough you up
You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy
These Ryde Or Die Boyz will touch you up
You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy
These Ryde Or Die Boyz will bust you up
You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy
You don't want no drummer boy
[Larsiny]
I hate cops, and I like you even less
I turn your whole block into a bleedin mess
Niggas talk hard, and get an easy death
'Cuz I pop buck shots like I'm ???
And I can tell you won't blow, gotta scary finger
All talk, no show, Jerry Springer
I don't care if you a skinny or a burly nigga
I'ma have ya face lookin like a blurry mirror
We shake your features, y'all make believers
And the eight'll make you shake like you fake the seizure
I ball of the scale, break the meter
And if you ever go to jail, they'll rape and beat'cha
Hold up, take a breather, I'm way too tough
Got kicked outta pre-school, played to rough
I straight grew up, I'm still a bully
Used to take your lunch money now I steal your jewelry
Ha, okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Chorus
[Yung Wun]
Don't make me reach for these, I got heat to squeeze
Make your face melt like pizza cheese
You need to leave, 'cuz you don't stand a chance man
I get greasy like mechanic hands
Y'all niggas all sweet like candy yams
Clear blocks outs, hop out the family van
Lookin like a handy man, with tools on the waist
Put'choo in the ambulance with two's in your face
You'se a disgrace, you've never been hot
And I can tell how you talkin you ain't never been shot
Yo, its whatever or not, if you want it, its war
You can choose what I'ma use, the pump or the four
Then decide where you gon' die, trunk of the floor
'Cuz I'ma tell the law I don't know nothing at all
I was just walkin my dog and discovered the ball
A lotta niggas think they hard, this is somethin for y'all
Chorus
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Chorus

(blows smoke)
1;come up top to the roof come on
2;what you wanna go to the roof for
1;i just bought four joints today
2;word
1;yeah,yeah i wanna pop these things off
(they walk up the steps and open the door)
2;whats up holiday
3;nothin
2;look at the pumpers on the roof,pumpers on the roof
3;fuck the bull shit e you ratin man
2;ratin on who who am i ratin on
3;its not looking good baby not lookin good at all
1;personally it aint even nothing to talk about
2;so this how i'm going out,this how yall gone do me this how im going out
3;nah you cool
2;what the f--k what the f--k,cjill man,ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Busta Rhymes:
Attention please, attention please
Can I have everybody's attention please
So humorous, we laugh at all ay'all
The alliance has now been officially formed
Ruff Ryder, Flipmode, 2000, it's now official baby
It's another headbanger
Swizz Beats:
Swizz Beats, who hits on your streets every six weeks
I be on the MP so much that my wrist's weak
Ain't shit sweet, pile 'em in here
All my thugs in the clubs start wildin' in here
Now put your bottles in the air, then light your dutches
Me and Busta keep it tight like liposucion
Niggas that don't like me get the knife for frontin'
Cause one night in the club gets your life on crutches
You got that whodie, I'll cock that forty
Flyin' in the 5 with the top back on it
Stop that shorty, I know you love me
Probably sample one of my beats then owe me money
Plus you don't know me money, so stop the rumors
Before you need the janitors to come mop the room up
Ryde or Die Volume two, smash the charts
Now put your hands in the air for the black Mozart, OH!
Chorus: Busta Rhymes
(Ohhhh), Now come on
(Screeeam), Jump baby come on
Get your hands up, (What!), now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, (What!)
Now let me walk you through it
(Ohhhh), Now come on
(Screeeam), Jump baby come on
Get your hands up, (What!), now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, (What!)
Now let me walk you through it
Busta Rhymes:
Y'all niggas try to front, I'll send my crew on a hunt
Bunch of scheming ass niggas smoking gats and blunts
Busta Rhymes, Flipmode represent
For the Ruff Ryder, and my nigga Swizz
And we gonna be here to present
Y'all niggas with some other shit to bang in the street
And block the fuck out, bang the fuckin' floor with your feet
Before we bang y'all niggas all with the heat
Feed y'all niggas more gutters like a mutherfuckin' all you can eat
And make you bounce how poncho will play the congo
And bang on the bongo, free to bounce on the bongo
From New York to Colorado, so just follow
I'm living for today and livin' tomorrow
Open up your mouth, I got somethin' big for you to swallow
Blow you through the chest with a hollow
Like the foul shit you waste and transpired right infront the impalo
Yo, the general Busta Busta shock and memorable
You know we precious like minerals, and deadly like burials
Chorus
Swizz Beats:
Listen, Flipmode and Ruff Ryders bang out hits
S-W-I two Z's bang out clips
Bang out chicks, for fun we bang out whips
Y'all go to war with revolvers that bang out flicks
Now find me on two-fifth in the summer when it starts
And iced up, nice cut, new pair of Jordans
Thinkin' of extortin, nigga your life ain't important
Your camp hotter than ours?, the fuck y'all snortin'
My thugs bang out bricks, swing, mix, throw dem grams
Hash smokers, hopin' more and out of soda cans
(Yo Swizz, I heard you stole), Whoa! listen man
Mindin' my business will make you a missin' man
See the wrist and hand?, got plaques on the wall
And a fifth in hand, I'll put your back on the wall
Nigga don't ask me no more about nuttin' you hear
Just scream and shout and just wild in here
Chorus: 3x
New York, they ain't ready for it
A-T-L, they ain't ready for it
Oh, Oh, Oh, they ain't ready for it
Whoa, Oh, Oh, they ain't ready for it
My ladies
Millenium
Guns bustin' plenty of them, y'all hear that

Ruff Ryders niggas, blood in blood out (all aboard)
Sheek, Methical, waddup niggas
Yo yo, hey yo
Soon as I cop the nine I pop the nine
But when I take it out the box I represent Lox
Now when I flow hit the rewind button
So I charge em all when ya all at the door
Fuck heat, Sheek walk around with an oven
Who you gonna kill with that little Foreman grill
How's it gonna look when I come through your block
Sheek, Doc, Meth on top
Force, 300 horse fly by, back open, pumpin how high (how high)
Can ya see that, you can call me whatcha want cuz ";I'll be dat";
Get off my dick, I don't care about no jewels
As long as the condos paid and the truck I choose
I'm telling y'all niggas, if it's not double R
You can spell my name out on the side of the car
Chorus:
Come and Ruff Ryde with us
If you wanna get high with us
If you wanna get down with us
Come on now (x2)
I got a twin cam exhaust connected to the jaw
A five speed clutch on my paw when I write
I glow like the heads of light brite
3000 volts of lightning when ya fly the right kite
Me and Meth be henessee, two ice cubes
We can draw (choose your weapon) or do I choose
When I choose the grip, one shot lose your hip
I hope your shoes fit for this movin pick
I avalanche the camp with 10 feet of snow
I'm cold blooded, my fam half Eskimo
My flows move like indo, turn 10 nickels to 10 lows out of 10 stones
Ride the crash course, do the math on it
Swizz Beatz you can ride Amtrak on it
But I'm on it, grillin with George Foreman
Your peeps is at the grammy awards corning
The eyes to fat wallet son I want it
And the helicopter warning before morning
Def jam nigga, Redman nigga
Got fuck your momma on my sweatband nigga
You tough guys will get smacked in the club
With the gun that I bought from Mack in the club
It's P-P-V from brick to Brooklyn
Come on, bring me some more ass to whoop on
Chorus: x2
Look what the cat dragged in
Underground dweller from the cellar bring terror
Scooper high yeller, Cinderella Meth forever
Never rush a rhyme, hope to never bust my nine
But if I have to I have to
It's all in the mind, I stay ahead of time
While you're falling behind, trying to relight your line
It's a crime when I drop bomb lines design..
To tick tick boom, blow your mind
Yeah me, m-e-t h-the o-d done
Trying to find a penny in the seat
Nigga, run for cover son, go and get them guns
Y'all ain't from here, don't try to come around and get into one
Swizz Beatz, the Doc in the head, but I instead
Pull my dark gun and bust sixteen until it's dead
I'm the game, all of my dogs be off the chain
Yelling Wu-TANG, Wu-TANG
Chorus: x5
(fade to end)

(I'm sittin down in da corner,chillin wit all my boys
mr.biggs is in the house..)
(chorus 1)
you, me, and she
what we gonna do
baby, baby
(get at the party, city of venis)
(eve)
i did it to myself, couldn't help the way I felt about him
sick when he wasn't there, like I never delt without him
played the fool by choice, all I had was this man
letem have the best of both worlds cause it was his clan
all the things I wanted to hear, he told me gently
whatever it was, wanted nuthin, gave me plenty
told me that he split with this chick but couldn't shake her
cause she had his kids, so he fed her with this paper
first it started off like that, dough for closure
started slackin off, in fact it wasn't over
now my world is crumblin down, I'm fealin shake-e
used to be a superwoman, no bitch could replace me
wanted him to leave me alone, but I was caught up
thought I was strong, broke down, when braking up was brought up
tried to really ryde with this dude I thought I loved him
and every time I asked what I should do, he said trust him
(chorus 2)
you, me, and she
what we gonna do
baby,(trust me) baby(hold me, yeaaa)
you, me, and she
what we gonna do
baby (believe me), baby (need me, yeaaa)
(eve)
to hate, I must be crazy, feeding hI'm the bullshit
attitudes and tryin to hold out that shit was useless
the more I tried to back up, the more he kept comin
lie after lie, shit, lieing wasn't nuthin
tear after tear come down, tellin me to be cool
all I need is you baby, nobody could be you
believed him, he decieved me, just to keep me
callin me from her spots, sayin how he need me
i had to step back, he got me stressed out
this aint what I planned, thought I had my life sketched out
huh, I guess not, love me to hurt me
hurt me to make-up, then make-up to desert me
(chorus 2)
(eve)
back and forth with the he said, he said got me dizzy
if I leave, know the routine, he beg cause he miss me
too late, cause you had me, lost me, daddy move on
boss-bitch, no more floss, nigga I'm gone
arguements for hours me and her comparing notes and
after all the screamin stop, we comparing quotes
you got sloppy thoughts, you was that nigga let me catch you
heart didn't hurt till I covered up your tattoo
my statue, on a pedestal, every breath too
never new the worst till you felt what the best do
and I'm that, its over now, hope I stressed you
But Niggas only do it when you lie, when I let you..

Waah: How you doin over there Swizz?
Swizz: I'm doin pretty good
Waah: How you doin? You aight?
Swizz: I'm good
Waah: Yeah so whats poppin' with this money? How we makin out?
Swizz: Well Waah we're getting a lot of checks in from the record companies we're doing very good
Waah: How much money is is is goin in my pocket and how much is goin in yours?
Swizz: Waah your getting at least 60%, we only takin like 3%
Waah: I'm not feelin you are my cousin right now, you know that right?
Swizz: I don't understand why, Waah
Waah: OK, well didn't you just cut half my cut with the president?
Swizz: Ummm, well, that wasn't paid for...
Waah: Fuckin studder, where my money at?
Swizz: Waah, settle down
Waah: Wheres my fuckin money at?
Swizz: Its in the account
Waah: Shut the fuck up, now wheres my money at?
(gun shots)
Waah: Motherfucker, Shit.....I WANT MY MONEY!

Yeah
L O X nigga
It don't stop
It keep goin, and goin, and goin, and goin
Motherfuckers
[Styles Paniro]
You heard it from the P, you oughta know it's the truth
I get you kidnapped and raped and thrown off a roof
You could nod your head to this like it's only a rap
Cuz when these bullets hit your ass I'm like it's only a gat
I need a funeral to feel good, I'm hopin it's yours
Think you delicious, heard he got shot in the cross
Holiday Styles, bitch I broke most of the laws
Fuck with the poor, so flip to the boots, stick to the truth
Do anything it takes just to give it a slue
And missin a tooth, but both of 'em chipped, toaster is gripped
You heard about the trouble, I start most of the shit
When I squeeze aint no controllin the wrist
And niggas leave the room when the hear the P blowin his whis
I'm an ignorant and negative nigga
I sell crack, bust guns, pop shit, and say I'm better than niggas
You think not, I'll look at your man and level a nigga
If you think a rapper's better why don't you give me his name
So I can run up on him, tear him up and give you his frame
When it comes to the streets, I'm the nigga to call
Five eight and three quarters, but I'm bigger than y'all
If I left the gun home, I'ma give you the sword
I'm the devil in the flesh, I can't give you the Lord
It don't make no sense for you to pray for your life
I got my niggas in the crib, you oughta pray for your wife
CHORUS: Jadakiss and Styles
Jadakiss: Uh huh, HOLIDAY
Styles: I gotta make it to heaven for goin through hell
J: HOLIDAY
S: And I don't care if I sell, y'all know what I sell
J: HOLIDAY
S: I use my left hand when I'm loadin the shells
J: HOLIDAY
S: Cuz I know it aint right, that's why I'm blowin a L
[Styles Paniro]
Yo, I do it all for my niggas, even rob wit a bomb
Get shot, die in his arm, and give him my last
It's a million dollar bail, I'ma get it in cash
I sell crack like it's '88, I live in the past
You know the P carry the gun, live in the mask
Tell niggas show me the money and gimme the stash
I like malibu and pineapple, fifty's of hash
Hundred's of dro, wear my clothes a week in a row
Sleep on the floor, catch me right next to the dog
I'm Holiday Styles, and that's what the weaponry for
And I probably won't blow for the fact that I'm hard
But I'm good with ten million in the back of the car
Either that or get life and lift the rack in the yard
Gettin jewels from the old timers, stashin the cards
But jail aint part of the plans
I keep weight on the scale cuz I feel I get further with grams
In my last few bars, I run through niggas like my last few cars
And crash 'em up, the boy mighta went platinum but don't gas him up
I get his length and his width and get his casket cut
I don't deal with the snakes and fakes
But I deal with the comas and wakes, I don't make mistakes
Double R now bitch you oughta know I'ma ghost
Blow up your face, blow up the coke, and blow up the smoke
CHORUS

Some people blonde peeps red benji something moving quickly
Out of town, how they gonna find her moving swiftly
5 steps ahead of the best, well that's nothing
20 steps ahead of the rest they left something
And I base not, want not, can't stand broads
Ridiculous niggas practice for the title 'hard'
Me, pick of the litter I was born to bubble y'all
Born to chain game, shit born to stand guard
Play games, you left nameless, fame ball
Promise that it's never painless, nigga be hard
Come and hope you can take the heat nigga, let's start
Strong as a stallion, babe you got a dog
And she feminine with pretty women friends, all dimes
Timberlands is how I like my men in all mines
Ruff Ryde, you nigga hard head soft spine
Pass the word, must have stacks to cross lines
Chorus:
Don't want your dough, I don't want your car
Don't want your jewels, no not at all
With them other broads you might rule it all
Not with me, sorry boo I got it all (x2)
A chick is a chick a nut is a nut
And they always keep an attitude until you butter them up
Since I ain't gotta buy you stuff
Who's gonna hold you down if they try to run in here and tie you up
Now don't start flippin it, everybody know
We been had dough, ya just started gettin it
Money might make you grown
But you still need a dog to take you home and make you moan
You ain't gotta see the bank for loans
All I do is party and bullshit like when Frank was home
And you got it all boo, I got it all too
A four, five, and a six, and they all blue
And I don't care what she thinks
If I offer you any ice love it'll be in a drink
And instead of talking about what you got and all that
Just make sure when I hit you, you call back
Chorus: (x2)
One touch will make a nigga blush on site
Grown men create a crush, nails they bite
It's a game, try to catch me, but only if you can
Takes a lot to impress the bombshell, don't want a man
And it ain't about the dough baby, Eve alright
Cuz if Eve want to fly away, Eve take a flight
Eve hungry for a meal, baby Eve get a bite
Be nice and you might get to see your daddy's life
Ma, I'm glad that you got it all, more for me
And I don't gotta pay for the puss I score for free
And the same thing I pulled on them I pulled on you
C'mon now, how you think I pulled your crew
Got my own crib so you can't kick me out
I call one of your friends to come twist me out
If you know Jada- then you know what -Kiss be about
Just for fun I hit the bank and pull fifty out
Chorus (x3) (fade to end)

(Styles)Ruff Ryder Nigga, Volume 2
We show niggas the meaning of ryde or die
So all that bullshit you talking, go head nigga
(Jadakiss)
You don't gotta slap me five or give me a hug
And it hurts when you gotta kill a nigga you love
But I'm gone deal wit my enemies sooner
Cause I got'em looking for my solo album like Kennedy Jr.
Fuck crush ice, go head and get your shine on
I'm bout to cop rocks that y'all niggas can climb on
Don't worry bout why I ain't got mine on
I want some new shit, I don't want nothing that you can tell time on
Things ain't all good right now
Cause some more niggas die an turn all you in the hood right now
Y'all can stop acting like that nigga J gone squeeze
Cause all I got is misdeameanors and some ACD's
Y'all gon make me lay something down I promise
And Puff wear scarmas and listen to Carl Thomas
Puff running and hide and we coping more guns
An we coming outside cause somebody gotta die
(Chorus)
Go head you know we getting plenty of Dough
Go head you know we lighting plenty of dro
Go head you know we coming from Y-O
Go head truly though Go head really though
Go Head you know we hitting plenty of hos
Go head you know we ripping plenty of shows
Go head you know we coming from Y-O
Go head truly though Go head really though
(Sheek)
Now I warned y'all niggas that Sheek was the one
Now I'm warning y'all niggas that I got my gun
Read to kill, don't worry bout no doctor bill
It ain't gone be one of those just yo casket clothes
Lox, nah you rather fuck wit the cops
Cause I pop and turn y'all like the optimum box
No paper feud, it's straight hate wit dude
So I'm hungry and let the morgue zip up your crew
you wanna hope on our dicks and go whilly yo bikes
And wear Ruff Ryder tees, motherfucker please
You a poke-a-nose nigga, want you stick to the skis
And I don't hear a nigga raps no more
So I don't bother to go in the store an cop y'all shit
Only time I cop y'all shit if Lox on it
I shoot you in yo mouth ain't no calling the cops
I want my shit back like cash flo and Elian's pop
Chorus
(Styles)
I'm always that, I'm always this
But the floor stay nasty like hallway piss
If you here the P spitting it's a deep ass song
When I die mama bury me wit street clothes on
Cause drama be the threapy, the beef goes on
should've been speaking out of it makes it a lot
But I was fucking wit the savages, kicking the drop
Live for the money, die for my niggas, run from the law
Catch me smoking my weed or fucking your whore
Push my whip to the limit kind of hoping it flip
Throw my clip to the tip kind of hoping you flip
I feel sorry for the crackheads, but happy for myself
So I got mixed feelings about this hussling shit
I keep saying I'm gone quit after a couple of bricks
But I can't stop building and I don't pop children
But I got no problem kidnapping a bitch
Chorus 2x

Shit, this shit right here
Is for the thugs in the street
Do y'all hear me?
And this shit right here
Might get you mugged in the street
Beanie Segal hit hard, and I'll wire ya jaw
Trademark niggas eyes, give them permanent scars
Twist backwards, never catch me rollin' cigars
Only cock and blow dro out of preservative jars
On the block serving like I never heard of the law
Cops hit the spot fuck it, mad bro to bar
Fuck crack, flip powder, I ain't takin' a loss
Plus if I get snatched, it's less time for the song
I always been known to stroll the block, hold the glock
Blow dro, pick up doe, reload the spot
I'm the shit with crushed ice and some arm and hammer
I'm the reason why smokers steal car antennas
I get bricks, so you know I make big nicks
The size of Chiclets that make you pricks sick
While y'all try to profit, I just flip quick
Y'all niggas know my flow be sick, my doe be sick
Now when you wake up
I'm wiping the cold out your eyes with the barrel of the gun
Holding your son, smoking Branson
Blowing smoke in your face, I want the ransom and some
Or shit'll get the opposite of handsome
I mean I got to come clean
I've done bagged up and served
Everything you've seen in the Feds magazine
I'm what y'all haven't seen
I swallow kerosene and piss out gasoline
Strike a match and burn the fucking scene
I'm no joker, I could blow you into smoke
And make your man a second hand smoker
I'm so vulgar, I'm sendin' niggas straight back to their maker
Broke, with a Play Station for a CD player, see me player?
I don't even play that shit
I just spit and have the whole hood sayin' my shit
Y'all got a Bible? Well, pray in that shit
While I smoke a scripture, load up the guns then come to rip ya
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Gun up in your mouth, hands around your throat
Choke, nigga, choke, I'm dope
Roll me up and smoke on contact
Niggas react, and play me back
For doe, I'll murder ever nigga not on this track
I spit back at any nigga claimin' he Teflon
The best on, be the next nigga get stepped on
A sick dude, type to ask God, you wanna battle?
I could care less, send me hell I like to travel
After waxin' him, I wax you
Smack you, clap you and that's two
Niggas, I left lookin' like statues
I have to bring it to these cowards that talk hard
Some jail shit? Never even walked through a junk yard
I thump hard make a nigga yell for crew quick
A true bitch, eat a nigga up like a chew-stick
Too rich, is what I plan to be in the 9-9
It's all mine, faggots ride bench when it's crunch time
So bump mine, make a nigga lean off the opium you Ethiopian
Willie niggas, yeah, we scopin' 'em and ropin' 'em
Do a nigga Rosewood style
Hangin' [incomprehensible]and his child
It's Mysonne, lefty, gun up in the right palm
Poppin' niggas in their sleep so they die calm
Kill or be killed, that's the shit that I'm on
It's Desperado style, shooting at them side arm
I'm gone, see I'm dope like heroin
And my guns got scopes, so they zero in
Here on in, know I fear no men
And mutherfuck shootin' five, here go ten
Know that if you start a problem, there's no end
You tough? Fight death and be a hero then
Niggas call me Poppyseed, I'll pop your seed
And move bricks on the block that's too hot to breath
I'm a real type of nigga that cock and squeeze
Y'all them second guess faggots that cock and freeze
So I fuck with real niggas, like The Lox and D
And y'all niggas got problems, just watch and see
I'm the kid with the unlaced boots but'll lace you
Leave a hole in your facial, the size of a bagel
All my bullets hit, never graze you
If you never was shit, I'ma promise you this I'ma front page you
I'ma young'n the first one there and the last one to get to running
Unless you tell me the cops coming
'Cuz I like to feel assed out, so when they trap me I blast out
I'm quiet my gun gotta bad mouth
I wake up with the mad south
You know how many chinks and Jews
Drag's done dragged out on a cash route?
'Cuz when I walk in, stop the talking
I don't give a fuck if it's a nigga with a Walkman
I'ma put him in a coffin
Soon as I step in
I'm runnin' up on the nigga with the thick lens
I'm tryin' to get the Benz with the thick rims
Double R, soon half of us'll go to jail

[Styles]
Ruff Ryder Three, Time for the younger generation to blow
You know I brought my nigga with me
D-Block
[Jae Hood]
Hey yo, it's jay hood bitch respect my bars
The doctors had to piece together your face like a collage
Niggas always talk breezy till the steel come out
And slugs rip through their gums and their grill come out
Motherfuck you and fuck your mans
If I don't clap you in the dome
I'm a leave clips in your diaphragm
I'm the hood prophet
Puff purple instead of chocolate
Stay from around chumps and cowards cause they gossip
And I'm a stay on the corner like stop signs
With a pack of them creamy colored rocks and the glock nine
When you speaking of the hardest nigga
Bring hood's name up
D Block bitch, we about to have the game chained up
My words too strong, bars too powerful
And your towel can't dry you when the dumdums shower you
Your mad because your garbage and your lyrics is boring
And your whip was made that same year you was born in
[Larceny]
Listen man, Don't worry how many gats this crook has
Just know I stay strapped like book bags
Bitch is shook ass
You just getting off the porch
And me? I'm just getting off in court
I could make sure your coffin bought
Why would you mention a burner?
There is a difference between rap and attempting to murder
Talking the shit you living and the shit you heard of
You said fuck Larceny?
What is you crazy, bitch?
Before you walk the streets, here's a few safety tips
Watch who you speaking bout and watch who you speaking to
The cats you speaking bout could show you what the heatcould do
A respirator is what you'll be breathing through
And you got beef with who that you need toast
The closest you came to beef was meat loaf
When we pose with bats and pea coats
Y'all niggas better be close
[Cam]
To fuck with Cam, y'all bitches better hope and dream
Every gun that I own got a scope and beam
When I approach the things shake the dice, rook the team
Best bitch on the east coast since Queen
Latifiah, buyreefer, fly diva
Ride deeper, four pound bump louder than five speaker
Spit fire, hot lava flow
Don't get twisted, I'm not one of them prada hoe's
Catch me in Escada clothes, with a lot of dough
That's not mine, it's his
I need a lot more to live
You got to get the king before the kid
How you think a bitch like me afford to live motherfucker?
[Styles]
That's a bad bitch, shit you a bad ass nigga, It's the younger generation, killing y'all, live, get busy on these niggas
[Lock]
Hey look, I'm trying to sell mad gravy
So I get birds from my crew and make Erykah Badu my "Bag Lady"
You that crazy? Squeeze, I know you ain't spitting shells
Your hand shake so much it shows up on the Richter scale
I made the huskiest niggas look like they had sickle cell
I don't just sell bricks, dog I got a bitch for sale
So let me find the nigga that hate us a lot
No coffin, he get buried in the refrigerator box
God damn, I'm a hot man
I'm telling you straight up, I got my weight up
I'm calling my wrists Roxanne
Cause if I wore it in a dark room
You and your man would hate how I look animated like a cartoon
Bottom line, I'm telling you that you ain't fucking with me
Hard, nobody guards, you want a shot, come and get me
I'm not a sucker, nor is any nigga running with me
And why are y'all balling with wheels if they under fifty
nigga
[Rockstar]
Lock and blocks the motto
Got more slow than Dr. Zhivago
Same mind state that makes a poem rock in Chicago
But I don't get my gangster from movies
I'm a rockstar, 5 star teles, running with gangsters andgroupies
Come through and leave a voice sick
Cause my S-type steers with a joystick
I'm the heart in my era
Listen, I lead an autistic life
Paint pictures with my actions, ain't no margin for error
My innate features, leave niggas dismayed, speechless
And please don't mistake weakness for kindness
I fuck with old timers
So don't make me forget that you real and catch alzheimers
Motherfucking hoes I spoil them
Remember, I'm known to break a bitch for reckless eyeballing
The top dog, nigga, I'm the bear truth
You want to get math?
Nigga I'm the square root
The rockstar
[Cassidy]
I got mean stash
You seen case get his thug on
I strip my bitch and we get our hug on
She what I put drugs on and get my grub on
And dog, when you park your car, put your club on
The next cat I put the snub on
I'm a clap the gat till it get too hot, and that's withgloves on
You love drawing, you should go to an art school
I get my club on with the glow in the dark jewels
Trees in my shoes, polo in the dark blues
And I spark tools that the po and the narcs use
Fuckers, y'all stupid or something
What's the point in pulling your joint if you ain't shootin at nothing
Dude, fronting will get you banged in the face
If you have braces then you know how the banger will taste
I'm near anything pertaining to cake
Just copped the blue lighting with the rectangular face
Easy
[Styles]
Easy niggas, matter of fact fuck that go hard,
Cass' show these niggas how you built,
grab your guns and bust off, my nigga
[Cassidy]
Yeah my nigga, it's Cassidy bitch, get the name clear
I'm what you lame steer got the game near
Buy 'caine by the square, sell it by the o
I run through snow like a reindeer
The cool kid, got the coke heads nose red like Rudolf
I grind on the strip so hard I got blue balls
I'd rather knock a q off then get blue off
That's how I stay on my toes like my shoes off
You dudes are soft, really bitch like Ra Paul
When's it's war I move out like U-hauls
I'm a true boss
I send eight balls to the corner
My strip like a pool hall
And I ball like I been in the sport
My trigger finger itching like it got genital warts
Don't play around with him boy (why's that)
Cause Cass is a pain in the ass like hemorrhoids
Faggot!

Ruff Ryders niggas, blood in blood out (all aboard)
Sheek, Methical, waddup niggas
Yo yo, hey yo
Soon as I cop the nine I pop the nine
But when I take it out the box I represent Lox
Now when I flow hit the rewind button
So I charge em all when ya all at the door
Fuck heat, Sheek walk around with an oven
Who you gonna kill with that little Foreman grill
How's it gonna look when I come through your block
Sheek, Doc, Meth on top
Force, 300 horse fly by, back open, pumpin how high (how high)
Can ya see that, you can call me whatcha want cuz "I'll be dat"
Get off my dick, I don't care about no jewels
As long as the condos paid and the truck I choose
I'm telling y'all niggas, if it's not double R
You can spell my name out on the side of the car
Chorus:
Come and Ruff Ryde with us
If you wanna get high with us
If you wanna get down with us
Come on now (x2)
I got a twin cam exhaust connected to the jaw
A five speed clutch on my paw when I write
I glow like the heads of light brite
3000 volts of lightning when ya fly the right kite
Me and Meth be henessee, two ice cubes
We can draw (choose your weapon) or do I choose
When I choose the grip, one shot lose your hip
I hope your shoes fit for this movin pick
I avalanche the camp with 10 feet of snow
I'm cold blooded, my fam half Eskimo
My flows move like indo, turn 10 nickels to 10 lows out of 10 stones
Ride the crash course, do the math on it
Swizz Beatz you can ride Amtrak on it
But I'm on it, grillin with George Foreman
Your peeps is at the grammy awards corning
The eyes to fat wallet son I want it
And the helicopter warning before morning
Def jam nigga, Redman nigga
Got fuck your momma on my sweatband nigga
You tough guys will get smacked in the club
With the gun that I bought from Mack in the club
It's P-P-V from brick to Brooklyn
Come on, bring me some more ass to whoop on
Chorus: x2
Look what the cat dragged in
Underground dweller from the cellar bring terror
Scooper high yeller, Cinderella Meth forever
Never rush a rhyme, hope to never bust my nine
But if I have to I have to
It's all in the mind, I stay ahead of time
While you're falling behind, trying to relight your line
It's a crime when I drop bomb lines design..
To tick tick boom, blow your mind
Yeah me, m-e-t h-the o-d done
Trying to find a penny in the seat
Nigga, run for cover son, go and get them guns
Y'all ain't from here, don't try to come around and get into one
Swizz Beatz, the Doc in the head, but I instead
Pull my dark gun and bust sixteen until it's dead
I'm the game, all of my dogs be off the chain
Yelling Wu-TANG, Wu-TANG
Chorus: x5
(fade to end)

I'm pushin for the single yo, c'mon
Yo lock the door, uh huh
Ya heard, uh, uh
C'mon, yeah
Y'all know who it is, or should I say what it is
Uh, uh
[Verse 1]
All Drag do is fuck bitches, and drain his body
Kickin bitches out the bed and sleep next to a shottie
A bitch'll never get me pump, I make niggas pump IV
I'm the type to follow the cops wit a midget drivin me
Make them think the car drivin itself, and I'm in the passenger seat
Signal lights, stashbox, a package of D
Drag dash, I'm happy to be
On, this rap shit is like a jacket to me
I wear it with cracks in my sleeves
So I keep it on, don't never take my jacket off cuz my shit be gone
What are you, lost your mind?
It took my time to cut these dimes
So I could dump drug a few minds, so don't make me bust a few nines
Dip the T T in polish watch the shoe shine
Slip in the Tunnel with a banger in my bootline
All it takes is the finger to make a sour sit, linger
Double R is hard, the rest of y'all is R & B singers
CHORUS 2X:
WEED
That's what we smokin up
HOES
That's what we pokin up
DOUGH
That's what we foldin up
That's all we know about
[Verse 2]
I got more bullets in my clip, than chocolate got in chip
I got more bitches suckin dick, than niggas smokin niks
I got more shit up in my whip, than most niggas got in cribs
I got more, blocks of raw while y'all tryin to stop wars
Coward nigga lock your doors
I'll come through with the locksmith and pop it
With the glock 4 and show y'all what a mouth's for
I got black steel, blue steel, wheels, I mean wheelchair
Cuz Drag is real fair, it's all real here
I own more buildings on my block, than real estate, philly ave
Hit ten niggas I'm tryin to see mils like Billy Gates
Cuz me in Philly rollin dutches
Me and Eve, stuck off the trees, got her laughin off bitches' weaves
Double R, pop niggas, make niggas bleed
Fiends come to me my top rock's been asleep
Seven foot bouncers bout to be six feet, under me
Now that's a foot left, you shouldn't have took that step
CHORUS
[Verse 3]
I know y'all wish y'all woulda, shoulda, coulda
Didda, getta, gotta, guns we cock it then pop it
Make 'em holler and swallow
Niggas stop it, catch it, all up in his jacket
I'm not a stingy nigga, I'll let a nigga have it
Hate chips that go away, lookin like white coke
Sit in the sun long, come back like french toast
Hair was up, now is down, eyes are black, now is brown
Used to frown, now you smile, nigga must have left you now
Went from bikes to the car, from the cars to the boat
Went from keys to the coke, went from coke to the dope
Went from cracks to the raps, went from bats to the gats
Went from slums to the stats, been to London and back
Me change cuz I rap, I can't do it
I went from muggin y'all to payin niggas to do it
It's all the same stupid
I got cake on cake, cuz I went from pow to pow
Wit my family, two R's, Ryde or Die
CHORUS

Swizz Beatz:
We know y'all out to drink 'til y'all throw up
We know y'all sittin' on 20's
We know y'all reppin' your hood
But how many y'all KILL!!!
[Twista]
Bounce that ass, load them cribs,
let me see the mobbin' niggaz that, uhh, talk shit
While these muthatfuckaz be scummy and'll go for the money,
ready to ride when they holdin' a lick
Thugs with the Chevy's, thugs with the trucks,
the real gun runner never run when he bust
Henny and he mobs in the front, smoke a 'dro blunt,
sippin' with a fifty sack under the nuts
Hoes with ass and no gut
let me see you jiggle it from SIDE TO SIDE
Niggaz if it's static, then pass me the strap,
gonna RIDE 'Til MY RIDE
All the hoes that'll freaky niggaz, with the 'fedi,
let's get buck up in the club
And all my soldiers, FALL OUT, gangstas, MOB UP
All the homeys on the block,
anny up on the fin and let's go get us a sack
Serve too, we got a custom 'Lac, hustlin' pack,
til a nigga bust, they bustin' back
Guys that'll roll them dice and win,
girls with 'fits that show the skin
Real niggaz mind your best friend at the pen,
real hoes let your best friend know about men
Cause I be squeezin' ass
and'll make a full glass disappear like a genie
Move to the LOX and Beanie,
while them hoes backin' that thang up on my weenie
It's like no nigga in the world could see me
when I Ruff Ryde with Drag-On
Rollin' up big babies in a Mercedes,
if you want herb we got bombs
Chorus: Twista (Drag-On) (2x)
Gotta kick that shit for the fine bitches and all my nugz
For the ones who smoke pot, do stick ups, and ball in our hood
What do a nigga say when he say Drag-On and Twista (Wanna kill me)
Gangsta (Let's ride), hustla (Feel me)
[Drag-On]
By know everybody should know, that the kid spit tight,
and this kid spit fire light
And the bitch I don' fucked like last night,
I don't give a fuck 'bout a 2 and a half mic
Cause the only muthafuckin' magazine that I read,
is when I buy my gun from it
How many bullets you could digest in that one stomach,
I suggest y'all run from it
And the click-click from the calico, I gotta go,
make it pimp with a lot of hoes
I'm the same muthafucka that's countin' that dough,
cookin' that coke to a pot of gold
Cause my rainbow, is every color top that crackhead cop,
I don't care I gotta cap me a cop
As long as I got enough money to cop me a drop, pop enough glocks
Drag open up boots by watchin' co-op's in convo at condos
Keep the heat up in jeeps, in case y'all creep up on me
I run up on y'all in a cab with a meter on me
And the only on leavin' is me
And the only one bleedin' is you, tryin' to breeze with me
All the Roc is E-N-Y-C-E, in the NYC with the white T
All I really do is argue,
double F, R-Y-D-E, D-R-A-G, to the dash O-N
Catch me, smokin' potent, bet it leave y'all, niggaz soakin',
with your insides open
Chorus: Twista (Drag-On) (2x)
Swizz Beatz:
ERRRRRRR!!!!
Hold the fuck up!
Slow down!
Drag, Twista, listen up
These muthafuckaz don't know what's real out here
(They damn sure don't)
This is volume 2 (volume 2)
Nigga, so, get ignorent!
Chorus: Twista (Drag-On)
[Twista]
Whether murder or bouncy beat, my flow be philosophical
Smokin' on tropical, achievin' all missions impossible
When I up the block at you, I'ma pop at you
If your momma cry there's nothin' I could do
Should not've fucked with Mr. Illogical
When I'm in to clubbin', clubbin', shake it don't you break it
You booty to shapey, can't take it, wanna see you naked
I don' drunk a boo muthafucka, so you know I'm lit up
Everybody get up, spin witha a Twista, it's a stick up
Drag-On (Swizz Beatz):
This where the shit pick up, let me load this clip up,
lust pour me some liquor, Flame-On and Twista,
let's see if you murdered who'll miss ya
I love the dirty south, that's why I gotta dirty mouth
that'll burn you out
Tell your bitch I got a dick that'll turn her out,
especially when I tell her turn around
I don' hurt her now
Shit'll come back, and I think it's time to get murdered now
I'm tired of silly clowns, spittin' out weak shit, sound like my shit
You gon' make me pull a all nighter
Standin' infront of your crib with that gasoline and that lighter
Now hit, we won't miss ya, Drag-On and Twista
(Puttin' it on 'em!)

[DMX]
Wooh
Come on
Wooh
Uh, uh, wooh
Come on
Wooh
Uh, uh uh
Man, I hear you niggas talkin
But'choo walkin the wrong way to really mean it
I done heard it, I done seen it, don't get caught up in between it
Its a dark road you walkin on, same street that I be stalkin on
Suppose to be quiet, but you keep talkin on
Now ya mouth got you in some shit
So we gon' let everybody see your gangsta ass get smaked like a bitch
Guess I'll remind y'all niggas, I can find y'all niggas
Click click, whats up, walk up right behind y'all niggas
Once the four four hit'cha
You ain't going no where but out the door on a stretcha
Boy, I'ma get'cha
Wet y'all niggas up like a pool
'Cuz I done told you, Y'ALL GON' MAKE ME LOSE MY COOL
Yo Knock get the glock, these bitch niggas is actin
Making movies, we'll make a movie about this shit after is happened
All that yappin, that them niggas is gettin away with
Take it easy my friend, let 'em know, dog ain't to be played with
Chorus: DMX
A nigga gotta take a girl with the back
I'm fuckin with the hood and I'm back
I wish you understood why I'm back
It would take a lotta pressure off my back
A nigga gotta take a girl with the back
I'm fuckin with the hood and I'm back
I wish you understood why I'm back
It would take a lotta pressure off my back
[DMX]
Uh, uh, uh
Most of these hard rocks turn out to be soft as wet dog shit
Talkin shit, but when the fog spits, dog they all split
Then all hit the ground around the same time
In the same frame of mind, ?thangs up in the nine?
left them bitches blind, hit 'em up from behind
Yeah, thats how you do that
And he had such a good head up on his shoulders, but I blew that
Fuck you black, you new cats don't know somethin important
You die quick fuckin with my shit, and my shits extortin
House rules, when I speak, y'all niggas listen
I drop jewels that y'all cats can't afford to keep missin
Drinkin ??? fueled by drugs
Shits about to get real outta hand dog, betta get ya man dog
Rap shit comes second, I'ma show you what a robber do
Mention ice one more time and I'm robbin you
Tie you up for a week starvin you
Beatin the shit outta you everday, cuz yo, these niggas gotta pay
Chorus
[DMX]
Uh, uh, uh
Dog it ain't no secret 'bout how its going down once I put on the pressure
It ain't nothing but another nigga put on a stretcher
With a blanket over his face, take him to the morgue with the waste
'Cuz he was in the wrong place at the wrong time
So I gave it to him in his chest
In his throat, in his head, in his back, through his vest, YES
Ain't a whole lot to braking a nigga down fast
They call me black 'cuz thats how I'm gon' be on that ass
Y'all pussy niggas think y'all sweet
But ain't a fuckin thing going down til I eat
So can I beef? You betta while you still got teeth
'Cuz they about to get knocked out, hopped out
On that ass with a blast that'll make ya shit drop out
Popped out, through a you know what
Cuz you know why, and you know my
Motherfuckin name up in this game
And bitch, you know I
Will never be crossed flippin, but on some east coast terms
New York niggas do, fuck the perms
Chorus

[Timbaland]
Uh-huh, now what we gonna do
Take it from the Eastside... to the country
Ya feel me? Ya feel me?
Ya feel me? Tchka-tchka-tchka
Check the chorus!
[Chorus] 2X
Jada talk so good, but they brain is not ready
They don't know know
Bubba talk so good, but they brain is not ready
They don't know know know
[Jadakiss]
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh, yeah
Yo, uh, yeah, yo...
Aiyyo, this I'll make ya head hurt
When the hawk take the day off
I make the lead work, I'll put you in the red dirt
Ice make 'em look like stars, they comin through
On the bikes, but they look like cars, it's somethin new
and Jada talk soo good, but 'cha brain is
Nowhere next to ready for this stainless
It's no helpin you when them thangs melt in you
and way down in Athens, 'Kiss is a bell ringer
I'ma bring the hood to the farm
Bless 'em with some purple haze, remove the wood from the bong
Introduce them to the yak and cranberry
And make sure Bubba Spark good, then I'm gone
Even if we run to war, I'ma still run the raw
You can come and see me, I got 'em for twenty-four
Double R and Beat Club, who hard as us?
"R3: In the 'R' We Trust," c'mon
[Chorus] 2X
[Bubba Sparxxx]
Uh, uh...
Boy you silly if you saw them crackers ridin' with them pigs
and thought I might would hit this robe for less than twenty-five a gig
Doin' sixty-five, I slid off acid and shitty bourbon
Took a minute to adjust, but right now this big shit is workin
I'm white just by chance, but I'm country by God's graces
Nowadays I find myself doin laundry in odd places
But still, I keep it Bubba even into Mr. Kiss and them
Brought 'em down to Athens, let 'em cut with my sister's friend
Now we gettin' blitzed again, back on the block in Yonkers
and Tim done laced a track, man this shit is hot as bonkers
'Kiss, not to flaunt ya, but just tell them Betty's come here
I'm doin for my family what y'all already done here
But Bubba is the truth and perhaps this is discussion
Of wither I'm that deal or a product of Timb's percussion
Y'all know to him it's bustin, so just dap me up and frown on
Me and 'Kiss is necessary, that much you can count on, yeah
[Chorus] 2X
[Bubba Sparxxx]
How did him and Bubba rise from this dirt and this cow feces?
To show you folks the hope for this changin' shall be me
Notice how he see, the picture for it's painting
and poured you up of this mixture before it was tainted
See I was rydin' ruff only when me and D became acquainted
and I pledge to maintain it, be damned if I'ma change it
This shit is anus, ain't it? Fuck 'em, Kiss bring it home
I ryde or die with Beat Club, won't bend for the sake of this song
[Jadakiss]
The streets is still mine, I stay with the still nine
And it's still on nigga I'm stonger than corn liquor
like I pink-eyed, niggaz pretend to be weeded
That's what the industry needed
Kiss flippin' his flow, enemies heated
But we gon' let the gats pop
From the old rifles on the dirt road
to the handguns on the blacktop, don't get the plot wrong
This ain't a black or white politic thing cocksucker, it's a hot song

Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh ugh
What y'all niggas want, huh?
Ugh, ugh, ugh
Lubia huh? Papi screamin' out of they mouth
Bomb shell just a second, mami wanna speak out
What I need in my life, make ya body freak out
Baby seem like the type, married niggaz sneak out
Like I'm ballin' y'all, yes I be appallin' ya'll
Boss type hold it down, wantin' all of y'all
Callin' y'all never chasin' me down
Three weeks, heartbroken, yes, you hatin' me now
She speaks soft spoken, till she datin' the clown
I'm takin' 'em down, reel 'em in and makin' em drown
Mistake, I said gimme that, but I'm takin' it now
What I need from a nigga, negative in his sound
Or dasity even askin' me, for ass, I laugh
This bitch is fast and free, swatin' 'em off
When I see this niggas a flea, plotin' of cost for riches
Millionaire wannabe, uh huh
What y'all niggas want?
(What we want, wha?)
Can't touch
(Uh)
All y'all niggaz need
(What we need in our life?)
Is right here with me
(Uh)
Sounds y'all wanna hear
(Who dat, who dat?)
Swizz Beatz
(Uh)
I'm the one you fear
(Why?)
It's my time, feel me
Popular since I started my life
Eve you know my name, probably the dangerous type
Brick house stallion, think you taming me right?
Not this baby Val Philly streets, they raisin' her right
Keep it pretty or can make it gritty be a lady
Need boots pocket books and a baby 380
But prefer to keep it, calm and cool
When I'm heated I suggest you move
Just avoid a bad situation, what you got to prove?
Leave her be, chicken squakin' hatin' frequently
Manic Man is obsessed and stalkin' me
If he, icy enough, I'm pricin' his stuff
Be nicy enough , to let him spin, I'm callin' ya bluff
Puttin' it down, Ruff Ryders puttin' they work
Snatched up the illest viscous pittbull in a skirt
Makin' em hurt, haters steady dishin' up dirt
Changin' the game, settin' the rules, makin' it work, uh
What y'all niggas want?
(What we want, wha?)
Can't touch
(Uh)
All y'all niggaz need
(What we need in our life?)
Is right here with me
(Uh)
Sounds y'all wanna hear
(Who dat, who dat?)
Swizz Beatz
(Uh)
I'm the one you fear
(Why?)
It's my time, feel me
Leavin' 'em scared, mami takin' all of this here
All of this fame I'm hungry, hope you cats is prepared
Niggas, set me up and I'mma take it and run
Think it's a game, just check out how my format is done
Stalkin' ya shine and I do it to perfection
Made a promise everytime I touch the mic to bless 'em
Used to tease me how I keep is greezy just to test 'em
Eve handcuff niggas but I don't arrest 'em
Shorty bang, hear the niggaz sayin'
Shout my name, make the thugish niggas scream
Watchin' me entertain, dicks brick when I like the lips
Just keepin' it plain
Fantasizin' about this bitch, got 'em goin' insane
Ooh's and ahh's ,5'7" thick in the thighs
Every thugs dream wife, see the love in they eyes
My time to shine, whole package make her a dime
Want some more? It ain't over, just keep pressin' rewind, uh
What y'all niggas want?
(What we want, wha?)
Can't touch
(Uh)
All y'all niggaz need
(What we need in our life?)
Is right here with me
(Uh)
Sounds y'all wanna hear
(Who dat, who dat?)
Swizz Beatz
(Uh)
I'm the one you fear
(Why?)
It's my time, feel me
What y'all niggas want?
(What we want, wha?)
Can't touch
(Uh)
All y'all niggaz need
(What we need in our life?)
Is right here with me
(Uh)
Sounds y'all wanna hear
(Who dat, who dat?)
Swizz Beatz
(Uh)
I'm the one you fear
(Why?)
It's my time, feel me
(Uh)
Uh, 99, like 2000
Ruff Ryders, Dru Hill
Swizz beats, Eve

Yeah, yeah, volume three
Real disrespectful on the one Unc', uh-huh
I ain't got no more respect for these niggaz, uh-uh
Icepick, where the fuck your knife at?
Now who the fuck wanna ryde with this gangsta nigga, thug nigga
Thirty-eight, snub busters, slugs rush ya
I should be in anger management class, the way I'm aimin' a mac
That's how I let off frustration pertainin' my past
Murder ya block, then Drag's wavin' at cabs
Feds is on cars that's why they give him On-Star
Straight blood, when I walk in, throw on the red light bulbs
Then I throw my pinky ring on and writin' up the club
I'm all real, y'all slight thugs, I'm just like
Them Arabs, fuck a gat, I use a knife
Keep my dick sucked like, straws in soda
Y'all know the deal like, cards and poker, huh?
I'm a monster on the street, I'll play all strips
I'll beat down lyrics and stomp out beats and dump out clips
If I ain't got it I crack knuckles on jaws, stab a couple on tour
Y'all faggots never knuckled up before, bitch
We don't give a fuck about none a y'all
(None a y'all)
I'm talkin' 'bout all y'all
(All y'all)
Don't make me grab the thing and get to runnin' y'all
(Runnin y'all)
Every single motherfuckin' one of y'all
(One of y'all)
Listen up
I bought a yellow banana six 'cause the way I peel off
Tommy gun banana clip, if you thinkin' I'm soft
This'll silence yo' ass quick, put a apple on the tip
Then go sip, apple martinis and laugh about this shit
Niggaz wanna look at my chest, nigga watch your eyes
'Cause, Drag'll give you his change and give you a surprise
'Cause when I ride, I put a heart in them niggaz and get 'em live
Then let my toast, put the ghost in niggaz and watch it rise
Yeah, I look out for my niggaz but I'm not a town hero
When I walk, I set fire to the floor like ground zero
I'm the reason niggaz jumpin' out of buildings, shit
They better let that hard ground kill 'em then they run down sizzlin'
Got a hundred hidden guns in the wall where I live
So the only way I'm fightin' for the wall is they comin' to my crib
Double-R motherfucker, we runnin' this shit
'Cause every time we put in our guns y'all runnin' and shit, bitch
We don't give a fuck about none a y'all
(None a y'all)
I'm talkin' 'bout all y'all
(All y'all)
Don't make me grab the thing and get to runnin' y'all
(Runnin y'all)
Every single motherfuckin' one of y'all
(One of y'all)
Listen, I wasn't born with stats but I might stand while y'all was young
I used to be on the cheese line 'cause I was born to be a rat
My race is like a pizza pie, y'all can get a slice
And it won't be just them Arabs runnin' around with they face wrapped
So if you a thug, throw these slugs
And not at my vest, throw it at my mug
'Cause my niggaz'll get y'all back, love is love
'Cause we all family and nigga blood is blood
I never back down, I put backs on grounds
That'll make your mother pull out that all-black gown
Man fuck this track, listen to how I sound
That's your block, that's your city, that's your town?
Bladow It's mines now
'Cause I ain't drop a album in two years, it's time now
'Cause I know y'all all laughin', playin' your John Madden
Till me and my niggaz kick open the door like
We don't give a fuck about none a y'all
(None a y'all)
I'm talkin' 'bout all y'all
(All y'all)
Don't make me grab the thing and get to runnin' y'all
(Runnin' y'all)
Every single motherfuckin' one of y'all
(One of y'all)
We don't give a fuck about none a y'all
(None a y'all)
I'm talkin' 'bout all y'all
(All y'all)
Don't make me grab the thing and get to runnin' y'all
(Runnin' y'all)
Every single motherfuckin' one of y'all

[Trick] One
[Yung Wun]
y'all done fucked up now
OH SHIT
Ryde Or Die Nigga
Its Yung Wun with the big gun
What you gon do boy
You betta sit down boy we don't play like that
Betta yet tell ya man to put down the gat
Before it get ugly, I'ma leave ya bloody, LIL BLOODY
Don't play with the gun smoke
For the East to the West Coast
Nigga get ??? no problem Barry
You no cemetery, Home
Is the pipe bomb dropped off in the woods
A man to come home
It's a three be like that
Tell his ass to come right back
To the block with a gat
Standin out in the track with a bumma hard
Bummin weed into the sack
Nigga let the weed smoke blow
I'm intoxicated trying to make a few hits in the head
Baby, cause I be wilder, Big BALLER, call up with quarter
Trying to make a few ??? be borowing from the police
Never wanna follow
And parlor (that's Shit)
And it ain't no stoppin it
Y'all niggas from ??? ain't lockin it
Chorus: repeat 2X
Give it up, Give it up, G-G-Give it up
Them cops on put and they came to town
y'all boys betta put em up, put em up what
Put em up, Put em up, P-P-Put em up
This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up
[Trick Daddy]
Look, I'm slippin right behind ya nigga
Don't try to hide cause I'll find ya nigga
I'm representin big county nigga
I gotta a clip for all ya slimmy niggas
Don't eva try me nigga
Don't try to run no bull shit like that ??? nigga
You know I'ma a fool for this
I gots two for this
I'll tear yo mammy and your crew plus you for this
Them Daddy dollars y'all
My shit harder Dog
Im from the city of Caprise and them parlors y'all
Ima go and kill this nigga
Kiss above this realest nigga
First nigga to take you to the bar and now you feel this nigga
The respect you gotta give us
Slip-N-Slide and Ruff Ryders nigga
And all yo money can't buy this nigga
My exctacy got me wilin nigga
I'm twice that body nigga
About 100 miles an hour nigga
[Swizz Beatz]
Trick Daddy, Trick Daddy
Yung Wun, Yung Wun
Yo, Ball Out
Chorus: repeat 2X
Give it up, Give it up, G-G-Give it up
Them cops on put and they came to town
y'all boys betta put em up what
Put em up, Put em up, P-P-Put em up
This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up
[YUNG WUN]
AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH
Wait a minute God Damnit y'all done fucked up now
y'all gotta nigga from the A on the Ruff Ryde
Representin from the South
In a glass ???
This man got cash in mind
On the cash route
Niggas there with they ass out
Talkin bout YUNG WUN'S A BITCH (MAN)
That DS Cliq
Ima bout to pitch a fuckin fit
And start blowin this bitch
What you think my gun bust ice one
Down in Georgia
Six hours from Florida
Niggas get slaughtered
Boy where Im from
Problems gon get solved
By getting robbed
Causin tear drops and closed caskets
On tha glasses
Get beside theyself
And soficate from plastic
Face down on a mattress
Chorus: repeat 5X
Give it up, Give it up, G-G-Give it up
Them cops on put and they came to town
y'all boys betta put em up, put em up what
Put em up, Put em up, P-P-Put em up
This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up

Listen man, this here is some gangsta shit you know?
Real bouncy, hood shit, double R, shit, nigga
The best of the best street team
You know what it is or how it is
Motherfuckers want to act now
Keep toast by the waist now
Got a block full of crack now
Still got to hold the hood down
Little chickens want to run around dig dig down
Got a clip for the full pound
That will put your ass under the ground
With a thunderous sound
Send heat through your goose down
Then I'm blow cool day
All over your body
Ride or die with me today
And when I cook that shook that
Ran a roll back
In an all black
360 doing 160
Head like sticking move manually
She want to know what my stamina be
Told the chick real gangstas hard to please
Stash hard in the Honda seats
You got to know how the game will freeze
Especially when you pimp the heat
You got to pop that thing
Put an ass to sleep
Better cock that thing 'cause the walls will creep
Niggas think they hot ain't felt the heat
Cross spit that shit that will melt the street
Cocksucker heres a pack come bump with me
Double R in a cell you can't fuck with me
You don't want to fuck with me
Y'all niggas know who I am
Catch you in the parking lot
Pull out and pop your top
Somebody's got to drop
So what you want to do?
You cannot hide from me
My niggas is coming for you
Three o'clock on the dot when I plan to plot
Ran up in the smoke spot wanna buy a lot
Hurry up, shit is hot
Can't fuck with me
Kill drama with M3's company for bumping me
All my niggas own real estate
My money can't estimate
On the roll you can't tell the time or the day, and date
Have your bitch in the back of the Escalade
We can make things escalate
Pull out, make his man run on him and he had a gun on him
Busted you then make the right
To cut through the gas station and take the light
Can't tell me Ruff Ryders don't make it tight
Got to wonder what a Harlem, niggas life is like
And I transport keys if the price is right
Then ride back through your hood on a mountain bike
Got bullets that will go through your stomach
Then come out your head
I'm Infrared, you ain't know, I'm about this bread
And I wonder what your family gonna do
When they pronounce you dead
Then come through your hood with Gucci rims on
In the six with the rims on
Getting head from a bad redbone, bitch
That don't mind switching like to fuck with her timbs on
You don't want to fuck with me
Y'all niggas know who I am
Catch you in the parking lot
Pull out and pop your top
Somebody's got to drop
So what you want to do?
You cannot hide from me
My niggas is coming for you
On my block there won't be no coping the bank
And depositing the shit, you get my drift?
Anything sold I want to get a bank roll
You motherfuckers don't want to see these things blow
Hanging like Neptunes, oh, no
When I pull the four-four
Look at the hole that you fell in
I got to spin around to keep the shells in
I ma blast to keep the smell in
Bet you know now, when I rap fast
I might as well slow down
I mean I love when I spin Porsche to hold my horse like
Whooa, now
How many niggas think they can ruff ryde
Because y'all puff lye
Think they can be yelling tough guy
I'm a slim nigga so I'm a make you duck by
Like whoa, listen to a fly bye
Like ch-ch-chhh, nigga why cry?
Don't give a fuck, where your soul want to go
All I care is when I toss this shit, where they gonna go
Watch where this bullet go, past niggas
I'm sick of y'all warm floor ass niggas
Don't got to pump no more passing the picture
While I'm at your funeral just passing your picture
I ain't bad as me
You don't want to fuck with me
Y'all niggas know who I am
Catch you in the parking lot
Pull out and pop your top
Somebody's got to drop
So what you want to do?
You cannot hide from me
My niggas is coming for you
You don't want to fuck with me
You don't want to fuck with me
You don't want to fuck with me

Whoo whoo! Dog ni-gga
WHAT?
Whoo whoo! Dog ni-gga
[DMX]
Uhh, Ruff Ryders, WHAT?!
Volume One, Swizz Beats (WHOOO!)
WHAT?!
Uhh, uhh, (WHAT?!) all aboard!
[DMX]
If I thought y'all niggaz really wanted drama
I'da been pulled out the armor, word to my momma
I'ma -- hit y'all niggaz with somethin that you ain't never felt (WHAT?!)
Hit y'all niggaz for frontin you caught up in that hell (WHAT?!)
If I thought that half the shit that bitches said was true
I'd be spitting lead at you, to dead your crew
But -- if you know a bitch, you don't listen to that bitch
You don't argue with that bitch, all you do is fuck that bitch!
If I listened to all the snake niggaz that's runnin they mouth
I wouldn't be in the crib, I'd be loadin up, to run in your house
But -- you can't fuck with cowards, cause a coward'll be a coward
He'll end up killin these cowards, and I'm not feelin these cowards!
If I let the niggaz around my way tell me how to feel about me
I guess I really, wouldn't be D
But I'm the best that ever did it, the best at it because I live it
How many niggaz eat it and shit it, you cats want it? Come and get it!
Chorus: DMX (repeat 2X)
Grrr, ARF ARF, woo woo!
Grrr, ARF ARF, woo woo!
Tell me how you feelin now (WHAT?!) I know you illin now (WHAT?!)
Tell me how you feelin now (WHAT?!) I know you illin now (WHAT?!)
[DMX]
It's not like me to have my back turned to open places
I wanna SEE it when it's comin, so I can open faces
Open cases got me PAYIN to stay out of jail (WHAT?!)
While these streets, got me to prayin to stay out of hell (C'MON!)
Slipped, and I fell, got back up -- slipped again
But no matter what it's been, niggaz never got a win
It's a thin line I walk, everyday but I'm good with it!
Project nigga all my life, but wouldn't say the hood did it!
Knew what I was doin, everyday that I've been doin it (okay)
Seein niggaz havin a good time, so I'ma ruin it (yeah)
Fuck you, and fuck your man, both y'all niggaz is puss!
Frontin like you out the jungle but ain't never seen a bush!
When push comes to shove, whatever love we had take it witchu
Now peep what I just said and see how long it takes to hit you
Everybody knows you can talk all day (YES)
But when it's on what you gonna do - walk away? (YES)
Chorus
[DMX]
Man, I told you I lock jaws, carry a glock four
Close my eyes on y'all niggaz, the bullets'll watch yours
Then I gotta open up another can of ass-whippin
Y'all niggaz better pucker up, time for some real ass-kissin
I'm a simple man, I lead a simple life, I mean simple like
I don't need much to be aight, live off the land, eat atnight
Handle whatever's comin when I get there, but I'm good (WHAT?!)
Dismantle whatever's comin, y'all niggaz sit there and put up hoods!
How my niggaz feelin? (GOOD!) How my niggaz like it? (ROUGH!)
What my niggaz want? (BLOOD!) We stay callin niggaz bluff
But if it's got to be, then it's gon' be, c'mon let's eat
Whatever my niggaz want from me, is what my niggaz gonna get from me
And if I ever.. let the words, of another nigga bother me
I might as well.. let the sperm, of that other nigga father me
But they know, like I know, the black Rhino
Niggaz rippin through em and let the nine blow
Nigga die slow! Oh.. oh oh!!
Chorus 3X
[DMX]
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
What? Ruff Ryders, Volume One, the compilation
DMX, Swizz Beats, uhh, double up
What? Double up, y'all gotta feel us
Y'all GOTTA feel us
Rrrrr, ARF ARF, woo woo!

Yo if gon' sleep on somethin', might as well be a bed
And if you gon' crack a nigga, might as well be a head
'Cause if you targettin' the L.O.X., you might as as well target a box
That you gon' sleep in' for years, all covered wit rocks
'Cause I think not, I pop shots, I double what y'all got
Ya hotshots ain't got blocks, Tu Puta Muchacha
From the days in school, now a motherfucker rule
And I could drop my chain in court, yeah, keeps ya cool
That's how ice be, I'm priceless, the iciest
And I don't gotta wear fatigues to blow out your chest
My bullets thump when I'm laced in some fly shit, punk
The baby nine be on the daily, ain't no poppin' a trunk
But if I pop the trunk, it's to hand you a rag
So you can wipe down the windows on the side of my Jag
Must I brag? My shit paid for, yours tagged
And every bitch you grabbed, Sheek bend 'em back
Ayo I hope you ain't tongue-kissin' your spouse
'Cause I be fuckin' her in the mouth
Type of nigga buck at your house
Too slick, means she be suckin' my dick
And before you know it, I'ma have her stuffin' my bricks
Jada, if I kiss you now, you'll die later
I been nice since niggaz was watchin' movies on Beta
Ready to clap, everybody givin' me gats
'Cause believe it or not, we be the ones settin' the traps
You listen to y'all shit, then listen to our shit
That's the reason now y'all niggaz ain't got shit
Ain't nuttin' y'all faggots could do but gossip
'Cause everytime I turn around y'all on the L.O.X. dick
Niggaz thats narrow, I just smack em wit the barrel
Give it to 'em at the light, like Kane's cousin Abel
The Ruff Ryders, what? The Ruff Ryders
The Ruff Ryders, what? The Ruff Ryders
The Ruff Ryders, what? The Ruff Ryders
The Ruff Ryders, what? The Ruff Ryders
Fuck you and your son, y'all low wit the scum
Show me the money, I'll show you a gun, motherfucker
SP'll spin the corner while you prolly within'
I clap you, I clap him, and that's rule number one
Suckin' my dick, and I don't give a fuck what you spit
Who you are, where you from, and who the fuck you can get
'Cause I sell records, plus I got a jail record
Y'all niggaz ain't sayin' shit until y'all bare weapons
And even when you dead, you can still fuckin' get it
A nigga that'll smack ya, fuck around and clap ya
Styles P, your favorite rapper's favorite rapper
Ain't no surprise niggaz, only fuck wit recognized niggaz
Baby girl want the world, gave ya pies niggaz
No tops, take em in' all shape and size niggaz
No lie, prefer them ready do or die niggaz
What? What you want? Cutey starin' at me like
"Damn, where you from?"
You be comin' at me like "Can I get some?"
Lick your lips for this brown sugar
Suck mine like a thumb, if you want, 'til I cum, uhh
The Ruff Ryders, what? The Ruff Ryders
The Ruff Ryders, what? The Ruff Ryders
The Ruff Ryders, what? The Ruff Ryders
The Ruff Ryders, what? The Ruff Ryders
I be the D R, A G, dash O N, slash often comma, burnin' niggaz often
They call me Drag-On, I'm hot scorchin'
Keep the block roastin' light a dutch wit the flames comin', toastin'
In my eyes you could see what summer's holdin'
Realizin', every guy I'll fry or dead rowdy
I burn to a degree of 130, and my gun dirty
'Cause it got one bury, so you better run
Hurry or catch one early
You wrong, tryin' to touch me, what type of shit you on?
You better through your boots on and your unflammable suits on
'Cause I'm comin' through wit a Yukon Black tinted wit gats in it
Catch you while you smokin', send your casket, throw the sack in it
But only half of it, 'cause y'all like half-ass dude
And we are one whole, and y'all niggaz is one slash two
My gun blast you, tryna out the flames, what're you, firemen?
You'll catch a hell of a Backdraft 'cause my fire retirin', alright then
It's my, survival instinct that keeps my head above the water
Everyday I show another how a lover slaughter
Flood your daughter, full of more holes than spurges
Taxin' businessmen for stocks over lunches
Wit these, I shoot the breeze, and extort
Enough keys from the Cuban, to build a fuckin' fort
Caught up in somethin' that I can't control
Tryna get a hold of a bankroll, let's role
Catch bodies like a cold, and I stay slick so face it
Make me chase it, I take your life and erase it
Wasted, in the fuckin' streets 'cause it ain't worth shit
The undertaker take your ass under the earth quicker
I love money, but the scrambles hot
So I snatch up my man and the gamblin' spot
Twenty grand is got, when niggaz shot, one nigga less

[Featuring DMX]
WOO WOO Dog Niggas!!
WOO WOO Dog Niggas!!
Ruff Ryders What! uh uh All Aboard!!!
Verse 1:
If I thought ya'll niggas really wanted drama
I'd been took out the armor word to my mama I'm a
Hit you niggas with something that you ain't never felt!!
Hit you niggas for fronting you caught up in that hell!!
If I thought that half the shit that bitches said was true
I'd be spitting led at you, and dead your crew
But if you know a bitch, you don't listen to that bitch!!
You don't argue with that bitch, all you do is fuck that bitch!!
If I listened to all them fake niggas that's running they mouth
I wouldn't be in the clear, I'd be loading up to run in your house
You can't fuck the coward, but the coward will be a coward!!
And I'm done killing these cowards, and enough milling these cowards!!
If I let the niggas around my way tell me how to feel about me
I guess I really wouldn't be D
But I'm the best that ever did it, the best at it cause I live it!!
How many niggas eat it and shit it, you cats want it come and get it!!
Chorus:
Grrrr, ARGH ARGH, Woo Woo
Grrrr, ARGH ARGH, Woo Woo
Tell me how you feeling now, I know you illing now (WHAT)
Tell me how you feeling now, I know you illing now (WHAT)
Grrrr, ARGH ARGH, Woo Woo
Grrrr, ARGH ARGH, Woo Woo
Tell me how you feeling now, I know you illing now
Tell me how you feeling now, I know you illing now
Verse 2:
It's not like me to have my back turned to open places
I wanna see it when it's coming so I can open faces
I'm hoping cases got me paying to stay out of jail!!
Run these streets got me to preying to stay out of hell!!
Slipped, and I fell, got back up and slipped again
But no matter what it's been niggas never gotta win
It's a thin line I walk everyday when I'm good with it!!
Projects nigga all my life but wouldn't say the hood did it!!
Knew what I was doing, everyday that I been doing it
Seeing niggas having a good time, so I'ma ruin it
Fuck You, and Fuck your man, both them niggas is puss!!
Fronting like you out the jungle but ain't never seen a bush!!
When push comes to shove, whatever love we had take it with you
Now peep what I just said and see how long it takes to hit you
Everybody knows you can talk all day!!
But when it's on what you gonna do walk away!?!?
Chorus:
Grrrr, ARGH ARGH, Woo Woo
Grrrr, ARGH ARGH, Woo Woo
Tell me how you feeling now, I know you illing now (WHAT)
Tell me how you feeling now, I know you illing now
Grrrr, ARGH ARGH, Woo Woo
Grrrr, ARGH ARGH, Woo Woo
Tell me how you feeling now, I know you illing now (WHAT)
Tell me how you feeling now, I know you illing now
Verse 3:
Man I told you I lock jaws, carry a glock four
Close my eyes on ya'll niggas, the bullets will watch yours
Then I gotta open up enough a can of ass whipping!!
That nigga gotta pucker up, start with the real ass kissing!!
I'm a simple man, I lead a simple life, I mean simple like
I don't need much to be aight, go up the land with me tonight
Handle whatever's coming, When I get there when I'm good!!
Dismantle whatever's coming, ya'll niggas sit there when I'm hood!!
How my niggas feeling? Good!!
How my niggas like it? Rough!!
What my niggas want? Blood!!
You stay calling niggas bluff
But if it's got to be, then it's gonna be, come on let's see!!
Whatever my niggas want from me, is what my niggas gonna get from me!!
And if I ever let the words of another nigga bother me
I might as well let the sperm of that other nigga bother me
But they Know, Like I Know, Black Rhino!!
Niggas never throw 'em unless the nine blow, nigga die slow!!! Oh, oh,
oh!!
Chorus: (Repeat 8 times till fade)
Grrrr, ARGH ARGH, Woo Woo
Grrrr, ARGH ARGH, Woo Woo
Tell me how you feeling now, I know you illing now
Tell me how you feeling now, I know you illing now

[Yung Wun]
Man, y'all rap niggas is high fashion
Flashin, talker, no action
Read emcees like TV's with captions
Charts we smash on, guns we blast them
Spit fire like blow dryers and drag dash on
Your career won't last long, real name Shawn Lassiter
Four words for y'all, F type no passenger
Flow nastier, man you know what I mean
And I keep them diamonds shinin blue, yellow, and green
So the wrist look like a twister mat
Man, I cock the biscuit back and twist ya cap
Opps, clipped ya face just missed ya hat
This go out to those that think this just a rap
Well mister, address the gat and we'll address ya back
Nasty, nasty, spittin discusting raps
And I doubt that cha'll cats can fuck with that
Chorus:
You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy
These Ryde Or Die Boyz will rough you up
You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy
These Ryde Or Die Boyz will touch you up
You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy
These Ryde Or Die Boyz will bust you up
You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy
You don't want no drummer boy
[Larsiny]
I hate cops, and I like you even less
I turn your whole block into a bleedin mess
Niggas talk hard, and get an easy death
'Cuz I pop buck shots like I'm ???
And I can tell you won't blow, gotta scary finger
All talk, no show, Jerry Springer
I don't care if you a skinny or a burly nigga
I'ma have ya face lookin like a blurry mirror
We shake your features, y'all make believers
And the eight'll make you shake like you fake the seizure
I ball of the scale, break the meter
And if you ever go to jail, they'll rape and beat'cha
Hold up, take a breather, I'm way too tough
Got kicked outta pre-school, played to rough
I straight grew up, I'm still a bully
Used to take your lunch money now I steal your jewelry
Ha, okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Chorus
[Yung Wun]
Don't make me reach for these, I got heat to squeeze
Make your face melt like pizza cheese
You need to leave, 'cuz you don't stand a chance man
I get greasy like mechanic hands
Y'all niggas all sweet like candy yams
Clear blocks outs, hop out the family van
Lookin like a handy man, with tools on the waist
Put'choo in the ambulance with two's in your face
You'se a disgrace, you've never been hot
And I can tell how you talkin you ain't never been shot
Yo, its whatever or not, if you want it, its war
You can choose what I'ma use, the pump or the four
Then decide where you gon' die, trunk of the floor
'Cuz I'ma tell the law I don't know nothing at all
I was just walkin my dog and discovered the ball
A lotta niggas think they hard, this is somethin for y'all
Chorus
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Chorus

Eve: I use to be shy and now I'm a Ruff Ryder
Man: The Ruff Ryders the Ruff Ryders Ruff Ryders I'm a Ruff Ryder baby Wussup
Eve: Nigga you can't be serious
Man: Whatchu talkin about?
Eve: You not even a Ruff type nigga
Man: I'm a Ruff type nigga baby you don't know ruff I'm ruff. You talkin about Ruff Ryders here...
Eve: Nigga you a fuckin clown....
Man: What are you talkin bout, I'm a clown? I'm a Ruff Ryder baby, don't even play yourself. R-O-U-G-H-F, Ruff Ryder
Eve: See, you can't even spell the words Ruff Ryders
Man: I know what I'm talkin about
Eve: You're not a Ruff Ryder
Man: I'm a Ruff Ryder, I'm a Ruff Ryder
Eve: You're NOT a Ruff Ryder
Man: I am a Ruff Ryder
Eve: You know what you are?
Man: What?
Eve: You'z a Buff Ryder...

[Verse 1]
Yo, yo, I know niggas wit honor and will
That'll still crush the blow up and then pass they mama the bill
So I'ma always be able to burn my strip
Cuz my bags be stuffed and I burn my tips
And it aint no tellin what the snub'll do
So when y'all go and cop S's cop one for your mother too
And I'm way better than them other dudes
But I'm stuck wit, what I'm stuck wit
Cuz I don't suck dick
Sat with the plays and I stood with the cultures
And I'ma always be in the hood like roaches
Flow is ferocious, dough is ferocious
Two guns by each lung with no holsters
And I control all the fishscale in the city
And still make your first week sales look pretty
I come through, all you hear is chip in the muffler
And you could ask anybody if the Kiss is a hustler
CHORUS:
Styles: He's a hustler
Jadakiss: I hustle anywhere, any town, any borough, any strip, uh
S: He's a gambler
J: I always hold it down, gettin bankroll in 4, 5, 6 in trips
S: He's a gangster
J: I always make the paper and the FBI got me on they list, that's why
S: He's a Ruff Ryder nigga, Ryde or Die nigga
J: By the way, did I tell you that my name is Kiss?
[Verse 2]
And I don't understand how a broke nigga could chill
When a two liter'll dust you so get you a mil
Yes I got loose ends, poppin out the sunroof of the blue M
I'm like Lou Sims
And I'ma make sure they hit you wit both shotties
I think this summer's gon be the most bodies
You never ask a nigga in jail if he chillin
Just make sure you make all the sales in the building
Cuz now niggas think it's all right to tell
And you could put out some garbage and it might could sell
Alotta niggas be petty and sheist
But that's only til you treat 'em like a video and edit they life
This is a threat, when I talk you listen to death
And if I run out of money then my wrist is a bet
And the streets said they wanted more Kiss
Up north niggas pop me in, and do a hundred more dips
CHORUS
[Verse 3]
Yo, whether it's dope money or rap money, gamble the shit
Trey pounds of Mauseburgs, handle the shit
Got too big for the city, cops brought in the feds
So we moved across the map and brought in the bread
Niggas chill for a month and a half, no ruckus
Got the pictures of baggers and all of the gun busters
And you know how it go, cuz it rarely'll change
Everybody got a license and a alias name
We don't smoke when we hustle and none of us talk
Back to back til we home, we can front in New York
Cuz some of us is runnin from court
Smokin weed, mumblin thoughts
Tryin to stay humble for shorts
We could do this the mob way and kiss you on both cheeks
Or do it the hard way and shoot through your gold teeth
Stand on any block, play cee-lo and craps
And break niggas for they pack money, then give it back, uh
CHORUS 2X

Yaaahoooooooooooooooo
Ooo yeah
I've been waiting (Oh yeah)
Spend my time chasing
For your love (Uh huh)
And it's going down tonight (It's going down tonight)
I've been waiting
Spend my time chasing (Yes I did)
For your love
And it's going down tonight (It's going down tonight)
What did you think you would do?
What did you think you'd say?
After I told you how I was feeling
Never thought I'd see this day
I always kept dreaming
Never let failure hurt my heart
I knew that you would soon see better
All I could do is hope and say
Is there a chance or possibility,
That I could get close to you?
I want to get romantic with you
Do all the things that lovers do
Finally all the things that I've done
To get the chance to be with you
It was sure 'nuff worth the wait
Tonight I'll be wrapped up in your arms
I always kept wishing
I always kept praying
Good things come to those who wait
That's what momma always said
Baby that phrase stuck in my head
There's nothing I won't do
To please you
Given the chance, I'll do you right
Even inside I have to know
Is there a chance or a possibility,
That I could get close to you?
I want to get romantic with you
Do all the things that lovers do
Finally all the things that I've done
To get the chance to be with you
I guess it was sure 'nuff worth the wait
Tonight I'll be wrapped up in your arms
X 2
Oooh
Oh yeah
Ooooh yeah
Hey
Baby
Oooooooooooooo
Oooh yeah
Ride or Die
Walk on by
Oh yeah
Hey
Hey
Heeeey
X 2

Vaya
Come on
Vaya
A vailar
Where're my niggers with the big dicks?
Where're my niggers with the hot whips?
Where're my niggers living better?
We want Barettas and Amarettas
Butter leathers and mad cheddar
Where're my niggers with the big dicks?
Where're my niggers with the hot whips?
Where're my niggers living better?
We want Barettas and Amarettas
Butter leathers and mad cheddar
We play the front not the back when there's beef I attack
Grab the guns and start lighting
Y'all the bitch niggers behind cars scared to death like
"Yo, who fighting?"
How the fuck you teaching me I ain't got no obedience
Y'all are made of shit I?m the thug's ingredients
And for my niggers I peel like fucked up paint jobs
Cover your block and put holes in you like old blankets
Fuck a bitch use a sock and wipe my nut what?
Run in your spot and use a Glock to get my cut what?
Smack you in public and embarrass you slut what?
Put you on punishment the same way I do to my son
And the only bullets by my stomach be the clip from my gun
And when my gun busts it's over so close the curtains
My silencer's like ch, ch, ch like birds was chirping
I like Boricuas ya know that Sheik be freaky
I put coke in their pee pee then stuff the bras
Put some coke in the bras that look like coconuts
That's what's up don't have Sheik's click clack this up
Dis load the back pack her bitch ass back me up
You know double R and Terror Squad niggers want they cut
Where're my niggers with the big dicks?
Where're my niggers with the hot whips?
Where're my niggers living better?
We want Barettas and Amarettas
Butter leathers and mad cheddar
Where're my niggers with the big dicks?
Where're my niggers with the hot whips?
Where're my niggers living better?
We want Barettas and Amarettas
Butter leathers and mad cheddar
I'm well know like Al Capone, full blown like Tone Montana
In the zone sitting on chrome stoned sipping on Champagne
Rolling ganja up in Bible paper
A high that will take us through the eyes of Christ
John, Elijah, Jacob
I make the kind of green that hustler's dream
Busting out that custard cream
Piper 'cause I?m piped up with the mustard team
Plus the queen Fort Knox and hearts
King of medallions Monty Guard
Even Italians see my battalion prop the broad
I got the squad over qualified pulling over Karl Kani
Range Rover tilted three wilted hydraulic slide
Spark the Live in the crowd ripping trough housings
Like the Wu do in Shaolin
John Blazing on a pound of Buddha
And all the mami chulas
They want to ride on my Honda scooter
You know the red one from the video
But really though she ain't coming
And she ain't running the trizzie yo
Where're my niggers with the big dicks?
Where're my niggers with the hot whips?
Where're my niggers living better?
We want Barettas and Amarettas
Butter leathers and mad cheddar
Where're my niggers with the big dicks?
Where're my niggers with the hot whips?
Where're my niggers living better?
We want Barettas and Amarettas
Butter leathers and mad cheddar
Disrespect the Don word's bond I?m gonna shoot ya
We can get it on mar icon hijo'de gran puta
Who you fucking' wit'?
Bitch ass nigger you ain't running' up on shit
Talking' like you gonna bust yo clip
Nigger you ain?t no fucking threat
You talk a lot but you ain't never realized that if you walk that block
Cock that Glock, think I'm pussy oh shit man
Big Punisher's off his rocker
What you got? Beef wit' me? Aight then papi, Sheik's with me
Thought you cats were gonna creep on me
Without some type of an injury
I see coward in yours, what you up in my eyes?
Big dick between mine, what the fuck between your thighs?
Pussy, if I shoot, are you gonna shoot back?
I don't think so, your man's the thug you ride piggy-back
You're the one that passed the gat, told your man to bust that
You ain't making no money, you're a broke-ass cat
And once these pop, cops bring the chalk
And the mop to get the rest of you off the sidewalk, what
Where're my niggers with the big dicks?
Where're my niggers with the hot whips?
Where're my niggers living better?
We want Barettas and Amarettas
Butter leathers and mad cheddar
Where're my niggers with the big dicks?
Where're my niggers with the hot whips?
Where're my niggers living better?
We want Barettas and Amarettas

Uh, I learnt the game, I know what I want and I'm in it
My time is now and it's gonna be up in a minute
You look a nigga in the eye, you could tell if he tinted
These fake rappers gettin' by with these hell of a gimmicks
They act like it's all love, only love is your money
So when it's over, nigga, are you a thug or a dummy?
I'm neither, but I been hot so long
It feels like I got a lifetime fever
Now I ain't gotta spit, I could cough and still eat ya
Oh, fuck rap, I make mills of reefer
I'm a man first, tired of punchin' niggaz
So I'ma shoot niggaz 'cuz my hands hurt
And God is great, guard ya space
One hand wash the other, both wash the face
And I had crack so much, it's hard to ace
38 revolver flow, it's hard to trace, what
Fuck that, pop off till nothin' in the clip left
(Pop off)
Till nobody in his clique left
(Nobody)
Hole in the head, slashed or the split chest
Uh, if they ask what happened
(Tell 'em it's the kiss of death)
Hustle hard till none of them bricks left
(Nothin' left)
Stick it up till not a crumb on the strip left
(Take that, take that)
Make sure ain't a chain or a chip left
(Uh, uh)
If they asked what happened
(Tell 'em it's the kiss of death)
Tell 'em Kiss, the kiss of death
This is lox ville and even white America
Let y'all negros know Jada got skill
You a jackass like Johnny Knoxville
So I can just imagine how ya pop's feel, damn
And you ain't worth my shells, no
So you should just imagine how the Ak feel
A lotta niggaz is thousandnaires, where?
Walkin' 'round town, frontin' like they got millz
For what it's worth, I'm one myself
But my strength in the hood outruns my wealth
But you still might catch Kiss in some hot wheels
New Bentley coupe with the stock wheels
Haha, look how I get back to it
I send my young niggaz to do it, in the black Buick
I don't spit bars, I distribute the crack fluid
All I'm really waitin' is for niggaz to act stupid
Fuck that, pop off till nothin' in the clip left
(Pop off)
Till nobody in his clique left
(Nobody)
Hole in the head, slashed or the split chest
Uh, if they ask what happened
(Tell 'em it's the kiss of death)
Hustle hard till none of them bricks left
(Nothin' left)
Stick it up till not a crumb on the strip left
(Take that, take that)
Make sure ain't a chain or a chip left
(Uh, uh)
If they ask what happened
(Tell 'em it's the kiss of death)
Tell 'em Kiss, the kiss of death
To all my real niggaz, sorry for keepin' you waitin'
It's ironic, but the God was beefin' with Satan
I love y'all tho, my niggaz for even relatin'
This ain't Kiss talkin' neither, I'm speakin' for Jason
When you a problem it's harder to keep them from hatin'
Niggaz jaws is like laws, don't easy to break 'em
If I wasn't on some shit, I'm gettin' on it
Come to me with ya hand out, I'm spittin' on it
I don't wanna hear what happened, matter of fact
I don't even care what happened here
Might as well declare the clappin', 'cuz my bones is old
Gotta lotta wear and tear from scrappin'
Hate a nigga that ain't never there to see shit
But always hear what happened
The only thing better than money, is respect
No love this time, nigga, kiss of death, what
Fuck that, pop off till nothin' in the clip left
(Pop off)
Till nobody in his clique left
(Nobody)
Hole in the head, slashed or the split chest
Uh, if they ask what happened
(Tell 'em it's the kiss of death)
Hustle hard till none of them bricks left
(Nothin' left)
Stick it up till not a crumb on the strip left
(Take that, take that)
Make sure ain't a chain or a chip left
(Uh, uh)
If they asked what happened
(Tell 'em it's the kiss of death)

[Jadakiss]
Uhuh
Yeah
D-Block
R 3, motherfuckers couldn't wait
Yeah
Niggas not want Jada to kiss on them (kiss on'em)
Throw sour milk or piss on them (piss on'em) burn their cell
Snitch niggas playing the game "Who turn to tell" (what?)
I'm waiting right here for the warden and burning the L
Recognize real this is an example of that (yeah)
Grey uncut diesel come and sample a sack
D-Block where the hammers is at (that's right)
Every night is like the Apollo with guns, even amateurs clap
I hit raw in the store, ravined, then laid low on the yea-yo
When I cop more of the green
Got a BX connect and a Georgia Team
My life is juicy nigga
It was all a dream
It's my house so I'm a ask you to leave
I'm like carbon-dioxide
Cause I don't want you faggots to breathe
And I might murk two in the new Smurf blue
2002 BM wagon with the B's (unuh)
[Chorus] 2X
All my niggas with guns
Keep busting them
All my niggas with drugs
Keep hustling
All my niggas with money
Keep getting it
All my niggas that ride
Keep living it
[Styles]
It's the kid with the attitude
Chip on the shoulder
Brick in the whip with the 5th in the holster
Purple in the dutchee (un huh) I got a circle full of niggas
that will kill your grandmother if she touch me
Told you I get deep with a gun
If I die then my niggas teach the rules of the street to myson
Cause I might got to meet with the lord
What I live by? die by?
My gun, my word, and my sword
Cause niggas sound hard but they just ain't convincing me
Microwave killer, do my shit instantly
Built that courage in Anna, it's the dark side
that makes me want to flip and go smother your mama (bitch)
Just for birthing your ass
And this the ghost when you take your last breath
And I'm cursing your ass
And I'm sort of like the Grim Reaper, but I'm a get deeper
Cause I'm right here on earth for your ass
[Chorus] 2X
This is it
Sheek Luc, c'mon
[Sheek]
You know Sheek hold it down wherever he at (no doubt)
You wanna knock yourself out?
Nah let me do that
I'm thugging everything I'm on (yeeah)
I spit too hard
Keep the hawk like I'm out in the yard
Even in the boot Luch keep a gat in his hand
Brick under the fan, think I care about a moon man or Grammyaward?
What did you expect? I ain't seeing double platinum
unless I take it off your fucking neck (right now)
Cut my check and get out my face
Before I go home and get that new shit out the case (no doubt)
I don't think y'all hearing me, it's not fair to me
I'll clap you if my niggas is daring me
Your God is dumping your face
Then run up and choke your bitch ass, just in case
Then that y'all is thirsty to hear some more
You better put a rush on Volume four (d block)
Walk with me

[Drag-On]
Uh, come on
Uh, uh, uh, come on
Come on, come on
When Drag finger foreman
I don't ever wanna get off
Skip three, count to ten
Ref. Griffin step to him
Y'all know how the riders ride
We always disqualified
I'mma a total savage
Like Lex Luger, you'll get the total package
Straight power bomb like Kevin Nash and Sid Vicious
Small like Ray Mysterious put y'all in big ditches
Boy missing, it's that boy Drag from the kitchen
Slap your man hand, get an equal ass whipping
Roll like Wolf Pack, toss men like Four Horsemen
And y'all can meet Drag in the middle of the ring
Y'all can bang like I'm in the ping
Before y'all hear the ding
I bring the things that'll make ya sweat
Make the blood sting
You can be a big wrestler still I pimpin' ya
The call me 'The Crippler' leglock will cripple ya
Cause I don't care who's the tallest
My body slam's flawless
Then run for governor like Jesse "The Body" Ventura
[Jadakiss]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Jadakiss baby throw plenty of blows
Cause the Ryders roll thick like N.W.O.
Everybody wanna shine until they get Steiner lined
Show vital signs, pinned till three
Yo ain't leave with the belt, then you ain't win to me
Cause I'm the heavy weight champ I'll give you a title shot
You better bring your - cause I always win the match
Run up in your dressing room chair to your head
Then I choke slam your manager and leave with the bread
Don't matter what the price is I'm copping the -
I hop off the top rope and chop you in the throat
Come through like Sting all black with a bat
Then I drop you like Goldberg right on your back
You know styling and profiling like Ric Flair dressed me
Sort of like Kipman, all the chicks think I'm sexy
Ruff Ryders, WCW, you wanna test me
[All]
No matter how it go down
I'm putting you under
Whether it's Monday Night Nitro
Or Thursday Night Thunder
A Pay Per View event where everybody get bent
I'm trying to knock your ass out
And make sure your pinned
No matter how it go down
I'm putting you under
Whether it's Monday Night Nitro
Or Thursday Night Thunder
A Pay Per View event where everybody get bent
I'm trying to knock your ass out
And make sure your pinned
[Eve]
This chick known for body slamming
Spines I split in half
Think this one here's a joke
I'm gon lay back and let your laugh
Till I put you in the sleeper
Dead to the world
A three count ain't gon save you
From the power of this girl
Leg drop from the top to your throat
Now how you feel?
Figure four to end it all
And people thinking this ain't real
The belt is mine and I'm gon keep it that way
Cause I'm the champ
Blondy kill 'em, Blondy kill 'em, yo
You hear the voices chant
My dogs walk me out to the ring
And pile around
Give me a minute till it's over
Tag teams you're going down
I'm feared like Miss Elizabeth
She's wrecking all
Cowards better stay away
Cause I ain't scared of none of y'all
Calling anybody out that think they ready for this fight
Clothes line just to set it off
You better say goodnight and say your prayers
Cause believe you ain't gon walk away smiling
Ruff Ryders, WCW, we stay wiling
[Styles]
I'm like Diamond Dallas Page
Guaranteed to leave you screaming
Cause you talk too much
Like you Bobby "The Brain" Heenan
You probably match out
Like I'm buff like Bagwell
Red shoe like The Cat give me your heart
I do damage like I'm managed by Jimmy The Hart
Somebody tell Mean Gean go and talk to Benero
I'mma always be around like fast Eddie Gabero
Rap off wrestling, call me the colonel
I'mma make you dance around like you Disco Inferno
I'mma do the Ruff Ryder till I rock your world
Then I'm leaving out the building with the Nitro girls
Bald headed with tattoos just like I'm Saturn
So watch when you talk I'm stronger than Scott Noan
I'mma always make my ending perfect like Curt Henning
I'mma always start trouble too, WCW
SP, heavy weight champ, who the - are you?
[All]
No matter how it go down
I'm putting you under
Whether it's Monday Night Nitro
Or Thursday Night Thunder
A Pay Per View event where everybody get bent
I'm trying to knock your ass out
And make sure your pinned
No matter how it go down
I'm putting you under
Whether it's Monday Night Nitro
Or Thursday Night Thunder
A Pay Per View event where everybody get bent
I'm trying to knock your ass out
And make sure your pinned

Roc-A-Fella, Ruff Ryders, Swizz Beats
It's almost over y'all
Jigga, how real is that?
Uhh, uhh, uhh, lights out niggaz
(Jigga)
What's my motherfuckin' name?
(Jigga)
And who I'm rollin' with huh?
(My niggaz)
Uh-huh-uh-uhh-uhh-uhh
Niggaz better get it right, bitches better get it right, who?
(Jigga)
What's my motherfuckin' name?
(Jigga)
And who I'm rollin' with huh?
(My niggaz)
Uh-huh-uh-uhh-uhh-uhh
Niggaz better get it right, bitches better get it right
Yeah, yeah
From the crap tables down in A.C.
Back on the block Jay-Z motherfucker from the, the, the roc
Went solo on that ass but it's still the same
Brooklyn be the place where I serve them thangs
Be my niggaz was strugglin', to the 'burbs they came
And then we got to hustlin', murderin' thangs
I dipped in my stash, splurged on a chain
Now I'm Titanic, iceberg's the name
Leave players on injured reserve, hurt the game
The best way to describe me in a word, insane
I dick down chicks all emerged in my fame
Jigga been dope since slick Rick's first chain
The God, send you back to the earth from which you came
I'm bakin' soda, waterfire, merged with 'cane
Ladies don't know me said, "I heard he's vain"
Well guess what mami? I heard the same
You heard the name
(Jigga)
What's my motherfuckin' name?
(Jigga)
And who I'm rollin' with huh?
(My niggaz)
Uh-huh-uh-uhh-uhh-uhh
Niggaz better get it right, bitches better get it right, who?
(Jigga)
What's my motherfuckin' name?
(Jigga)
And who I'm rollin' with huh?
(My niggaz)
Uh-huh-uh-uhh-uhh-uhh
Niggaz better get it right, bitches better get it right
Yeah, uhh
I got a license to kill so I stare at the gat
Roc-A-Fella, Ruff Ryders, niggaz scared of that
Got a new motto this year, "Don't fuck with my ones"
Knock on your door, three in the mornin'
"It's just us and the guns"
See I scrambled with priests, hustle with nuns
I got the, mind capacity of a young butch cassidy
Niggaz get fly, let 'em defy gravity
Fo'-five rapidly lift your chest cavity
Streets won't let me chill
Always been a clumsy nigga, don't let me spill
Muhafuckers wanna wet me still, I remain y'all
More than one, like five divided by four
Shit, this just the hate that's been provided by y'all
Reciprocated and multiplied by more
You likely to see jigga in a widebody or
Drop-top Bentley Azure, holla at me y'all, uh
(Jigga)
What's my motherfuckin' name?
(Jigga)
And who I'm rollin' with huh?
(My niggaz)
Uh-huh-uh-uhh-uhh-uhh
Niggaz better get it right, bitches better get it right, who?
(Jigga)
What's my motherfuckin' name?
(Jigga)
And who I'm rollin' with huh?
(My niggaz)
Uh-huh-uh-uhh-uhh-uhh
Niggaz better get it right, bitches better get it right
I don't give a fuck
If I sold one or one million but I think you should
'Cause if I only sold one, then out comes the hood
All black in the club, the outcome ain't good
Them niggaz act like wolves, how come they could?
'Cause we don't drop hits, we drop bombs that smash
'Til the wrists is lit up, the arm looks like glass
The necklace chipped up, the charm it flash
Could fuck up your eyes like the bombest hash
See the reason why chicks let me palm they ass
All I gotta do is let 'em call me Shawn they glad
Let me sit up in they whip 'til I launch it back
Snap they neck, then shoot 'em 'til they arch them back
The calmest cat, trust me when I palm this gat
Kill your mind, body and soul, push your conscience back
Monster's back, and flex drop a bomb to that
And everybody sing-a-long to the track, c'mon
Uh-huh uhh uhh
(Jigga)
What's my motherfuckin' name?
(Jigga)
And who I'm rollin' with huh?
(My niggaz)
Uh-huh-uh-uhh-uhh-uhh
Niggaz better get it right, bitches better get it right, who?
(Jigga)
What's my motherfuckin' name?
(Jigga)
And who I'm rollin' with huh?
(My niggaz)
Uh-huh-uh-uhh-uhh-uhh
Niggaz better get it right, bitches better get it right, who?
(Jigga)
What's my motherfuckin' name?
(Jigga)
And who I'm rollin' with huh?
(My niggaz)
Uh-huh-uh-uhh-uhh-uhh
Niggaz better get it right, bitches better get it right, who?
(Jigga)
What's my motherfuckin' name?
(Jigga)
And who I'm rollin' with huh?
(My niggaz)
Uh-huh-uh-uhh-uhh-uhh
Niggaz better get it right, bitches better get it right

Intro
What, what
You over there Styles?
Yeah dog
Second album nigga, real L.O.X
Blaze
We run the streets, yall know who to bet (C'mon)
Fuck yall niggas (Let's go)
Couldn't live the life I live
Why's that
I could die any minute, I get high every minute
Fuckin' with snake niggas, and sleepin' with foul bitches
Came thru on the lightest whip with two pounds in it
Pull over where the hustlers be
Why's that
Cause I get chills when you talk of hustlin' Gs
So I'm always where the powder be at
What it mean
I can blow five bricks to ten in an hour if that
Stay away from where the cowards be at
Why's that
Time is money god, and you can't get an hour back
Or I would do it again to get the power back
Have godfather status, make niggas bow to that
You can all shine and glitter and keep the ones
Fives and tens, for twenties and up, we dummy it up
Make a lot of money, and look bummy and what
Cause money aint shit, respect is everything
So if I kill niggas dead, don't ask me shit
I take blunts to the head, so don't pass me shit
I'd rather die from a bullet, than a nasty bitch
If the good die young, all that mean to me
Is that the hood die young/ We call it the last days
What you know about coppin a house to fight pits in
Or blowin' weed smoke on the cops that write tickets
Henny and what, shit we can semi it up
With your picture on the wall, in memory of
Stay in sync with the hood, gray minks with the hood
We tryin' to get money like chinks in the hood
They ask me how I'm doing now
I tell and#8216em better than them
And if your man front
He can get eleven in him
And if you told them once
Then you better tell him again
Ay yo, now let's see
Who you know fuckin with Sheek Luc, Jadakiss
And S' paper
From dope money to rap money, and back to dope money (C'mon)
Loaded guns, the empty ones, over dope money (Let's go)
Car house in the smoke, over dope money (C'mon)
All my niggas will die over dope money (Let's go)
Bust your nine niggas, Side by side niggas (C'mon)
We hit the ?wreek? of law, Run and hide niggas (Let's go)
Death is the only thing that might divide niggas (C'mon)
So don't fuck around with them Ryde or Die niggas (Let's go)
So we speakin', all I know your face will be leakin'
I rap full time and still pump bass on the weekend
A nigga hoppin' all over the map
And what you learn
That niggas with long paper take longer to crap
That's why every chance I me a gat
And why you rather buy you a chain
I aim at your brain
Nigga, robbery is all we know, so how we gon go broke
When we can just take all yall dough
And then fly out to Cuba, and get in the coke fields
Die off the buddha, fifty and fifty mill
Bring drama cause Gianconna got Kennedy killed
If you come thru in a jet, you frontin' wit us
Cause when the coke price was up
It was nuthin to us
We got blocks full of heroin
Weed and dust/ Seen bullets pop off
Cause of greed and lust
And when the big dogs die
Who gon feed the pups
My niggas is here, so you know the circle is tight
I circle the block, and cut off the lights
Pray to Christ
Cause when the cops come in, we carry shotguns
Dem niggas with the most ice, get the hot ones
Stay on your job, nigga I'ma stay on mine
And if I lose my voice nigga, I'ma flow online
And by next year, we should have a thousand guns
Nigga Ruff Ryde, Ryde or Die Volume One
From dope money to rap money, and back to dope money (C'mon)
Loaded guns, the empty ones, over dope money (Let's go)
Car house in the smoke, over dope money (C'mon)
All my niggas will die over dope money (Let's go)
Bust your nine niggas, Side by side niggas (C'mon)
We hit the ?wreek? of law, Run and hide niggas (Let's go)
Death is the only thing that might divide niggas (C'mon)

Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody
We call it the dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, dirrty
Dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, Double R
(Double R)
Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody
And we call it the dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, dirrty
Dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, Double R
Nigga let's get dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, dirrty
I'ma let my pump go early, from Thursday to Thursday
Eight o'clock in the morning
That's why we go out on a cop on my corner, yes uh
Gimme that Lex', I'm gonna exit
So I can pull up outta here, we gone
Slow the shit down now so I can catch it
I'm gon' catch it, catch it, catch it
Play it to the band 'cause Petey Pablo threw me a bone
So I could fetch it, fetch it
Me and Petey Pablo make you follow
Put the gun in his mouth, make him swallow
Do a nigga like, Diallo
I know I'm warm but now it's time to get wa-arm!
Now it's time to turn up, hurry up, y'all niggaz best to be go-one!
Left his head to be lo-long from the first day I was born
Pop guns like popcorn, s-s-stutter like
Y'all motherfuckers ain't stabbin' shit like a butter knife
That shit just don't cut right
On my block all we hear is woop woop, niggaz it's time to run
Grab your guns 'cause beef with me and Petey P. hide your sons
Double-R motherfucker
Let me slow this shit down before y'all make us spit rounds
Murder your block then skip town, nigga!
This gon' be the anthem for the clubs
(Yeah)
Code of the thugs
(Yeah)
Ripped it in the streets
(Yeah)
Loved in the slums
(Yeah)
Who am I?
(A Ruff Ryder)
Who am I?
(MR. North Carolina!)
This gon' be the anthem for the clubs
(Yeah)
Code of the thugs
(Yeah)
Ripped it in the streets
(Yeah)
Loved in the slums
(Yeah)
Who am I?
(A Ruff Ryder)
Who am I?
(MR. North Carolina!)
So, tired, these so-called drug thugs bust they gun niggaz
Mean mugged, supposed to be the toughest in the club niggaz
Watch out, motherfucker say somethin' I'll, I'll fuck you up
Tie ya ass to the back of a pick-up truck and just leave, uh
You a waste of good slug
And I told the motherfucker I'd get him, so what?
It ain't like you hot
It ain't like we got work, meet me at yo' block
It ain't like we won't come through
And take any motherfuckin' thing you do got
We done had you a strong shower, one-five-one, no raw
I'm whoopin' them drawers off, takin' charge, play the bar
You dealin' with the right one; if you want it, you sho' can get some
I ain't come to play, Double-R told me to come up to New York and I came
Drag-on told me to write tonight and God dammit we doin' our thang
Dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, dirrty whether you like it or not
Me and Drag got this thang on lock and we about to change the game
I'ma bring the rain, I'ma bring the pain, I'ma bring the wood and the grain
Get back with ya motherfuckin' five-dollar ass, huh, 'fore I make change
This gon' be the anthem for the clubs
(Yeah)
Code of the thugs
(Yeah)
Ripped it in the streets
(Yeah)
Loved in the slums
(Yeah)
Who am I?
(A Ruff Ryder)
Who am I?
(MR. North Carolina!)
This gon' be the anthem for the clubs
(Yeah)
Code of the thugs
(Yeah)
Ripped it in the streets
(Yeah)
Loved in the slums
(Yeah)
Who am I?
(A Ruff Ryder)
Who am I?
(MR. North Carolina!)
Drag, I can't lean lean this motherfuckin' track too hot
This shit keep callin' me, still can't believe it
These motherfuckers waited so long
(Shit, me neither)
Should've been like I slid right
But I bet you motherfuckers were scared
'Cause this shit start shootouts and club fights
The shit might jump off tonight
I done seen the nigga and this bitch that I don't like
(He gon' get it)
Ju-ju-just just-just-just as soon as I fit him
(He gon' get it)
Simple-minded motherfucker shouldn't have been there
They role is to kill him, Drag what's wrong with them?
They must be crazy and deranged
Do I speak my ghetto slang, got a big chain
They say that was bad but I'ma show you what this heavy metal bring
That's how I settle things like what y'all want, what y'all want?
(You motherfuckers don't want none)
Roll that blunt, smoke that blunt
(You niggaz stay in the pub)
We gettin' high, gettin' by, me and Petey Pab'
Connectin' like, shit to a fly, clip to a gun, y'all clip better run
Pick anyone got plenty of it, y'all niggaz really don't want it
That's a hit boy, y'all fittin' to love it feel this clip up in yo' stomach, uh
This gon' be the anthem for the clubs
(Yeah)
Code of the thugs
(Yeah)
Ripped it in the streets
(Yeah)
Loved in the slums
(Yeah)
Who am I?
(A Ruff Ryder)
Who am I?
(MR. North Carolina!)
This gon' be the anthem for the clubs
(Yeah)
Code of the thugs
(Yeah)
Ripped it in the streets
(Yeah)
Loved in the slums
(Yeah)
Who am I?
(A Ruff Ryder)
Who am I?

Eastsider
Ruff Ryder
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Like this, like this, like that, like that
Like this, like this, like that, like that, like that
Who run these streets? Love thug beats?
Ruff spoken, guns speak, blood leak
Lug heat for the threat not protection
Not a question, busta tests I got rest 'em
Catch 'em slippin', in the hood or the mall
You ain't strapped, we can scrap, I'm good with the Doggs
Fuck talkin', chuck walkin' in my khakis
Rag swangin', gang bangin' nigga brang it at me
Eastsider, Ruff Ryder loved by the masses
We the niggas holla out the set when we blastin'
Insane 20 gang, anything killa
Tracy Davis, hair raises, Goldie loc the stealer
Gang lock down, we can't stop now
Get in the way of villain and tray spray hot rounds
Suckas chose thuggin' as a last resort, ain't that a bitch?
Here we do this shit for sport this crip
We ridaz, keep the heat beside us
Better not try us, touch ya like midas
Ruff Rydaz, ride with Eastsidaz
Bustaz bow down to crown, the Royal Highness
Well, we gonna take your raps, and gats, stacks and sacks
Dippin' with the Jags and 'Lacs
Eastsidaz roll with Ruff Rydaz
Try to step aside us or get right behind us
When I die, fuck a moment of silence, this is Holiday
Gangsta rap gunnin' and havin' moments of violence
It's an Eastsider, Ruff Ryder thing, Why you mad at me?
Holdin' on an AK, puffin' on some Cali weed
Streets is my girl, asked her to marry me
Yellow and purple ears, tryin' to see Shaq's salary
D-Block Gang, Ruff Ryder mafia
Make sure the bullets hit you 'cause I stand on top of ya
Bounce like I'm hydrolics
And I got niggaz in the hood that would shoot you over nine dollars
Asked if I'm a gang member? Fuck nah, I'm a gang leader
Boss to the boss and I bang heaters
And you don't wanna see my arm jerk
'Cause the work I put on your face is bound to make your mom hurt
And this one is for my Cali niggaz
Eastsiders, Ruff Ryders and you can die in an ally niggaz
We ridaz, keep the heat beside us
Better not try us, touch ya like midas
Ruff Rydaz, ride with Eastsidaz
Bustaz bow down to crown, the Royal Highness
Well, we gonna take your raps, and gats, stacks and sacks
Dippin' with the Jags and 'Lacs
Eastsidaz roll with Ruff Rydaz
Try to step aside us or get right behind us
I never write raps like a song can make me
Trick off my money and let these bitches break me
'Cause I'm a cold piece of gold, dickies saggin' in the dirt
Sellin' my double knucks, to enhance my work
Nigga Q keep it pimpin', I'm 'a keep it crippin'
Me and dip dippin', Dogg tha police trippin'
I'm an Eastside Ryde or die nigga
And I believe you fools are some quick to lie niggaz
Sippin' on sans call me lil bit
A down to earth brother, gang bangin' and rappin'
Fake blow joes not hoppin' lo-lo's
I'm tired of you bustaz and fake CO's
You can ask Deal Dogg, motherfuckin' scoop
We done rounded up the homies and the front line troops
Look 'cause, this game don't give me my cheese
I'm 'a shit down your throat, with tricks up my sleeve
We ridaz, keep the heat beside us
Better not try us, touch ya like midas
Ruff Rydaz, ride with Eastsidaz
Bustaz bow down to crown, the Royal Highness
Well, we gonna take your raps, and gats, stacks and sacks
Dippin' with the Jags and 'Lacs
Eastsidaz roll with Ruff Rydaz

[Eve: Verse 1]
Uh
Sick when she rock shit, stop when block shit
Never try to run when she pull back the cock shit
Stop, drop, shut 'em down open up shop shit
Got 'em goin' crazy, wonderin' when they could cop shit
First lady, Ruff Ryder, honey got the hot shit
Star-bound, money now, for jet-black drop shit
Eve guarantee, betcha' niggaz wanna pop this
Little kids be behind me screamin' out, ";Can you stop miss?!!";
I know they daddy's fiendin', daydreamin' bout me topless
Real bitches listen while they ride around and knock my shit
Try not to move ya head, come on now, stop it
Hustle nigga betty take yours quicker than coke profit
'Cuz I can double it, and put
Bitch on bitch, brick on brick, stich on stich, who you fuckin wit?
Not me, can't a nigga or bitch stop me
You hatin' mothafuckas line up for your first copy
[Chorus]
[Nokio]
Y'all fuckin' with the right ones, UHH
Role it up and just lite some, UHH
Where my niggaz with the big guns?
And when you smoke that shit it's like, ";WHOA!!WHOA!!";
[Eve]
Y'all fuckin' with the right ones, UHH
Role it up and just lite some, UHH
Where my niggaz that take ones?
'Cuz when we smoke that shit it's like ";WHOA!!WHOA!!";
[Verse 2: Eve]
Uh, yo
Start the beef, hold up, ran when we roled up
Tough guy, wanna try ya luck? Betcha' fold up
Ask around partner, got this whole shit sewed up
Gotcha' cryin' like, ";Man I wanna blow up!!";
Cowards make me sick, swere to god I wanna throw-up
Answer in a session with me? You better flow tough
Offended? Don't agree with what i'm sayin' nigga? So what?
Now I gotta teach you respect, you better slow up
Question, 'Can she really hold it down?' (sure enough)
Philly's where she from, but when she smoke, she like to go Dutch
You know what? Quick to take the next man shyne
Quick to make him start bitchin' make the next man whine
Fuckin babies!! Go ahead and lay down, it's nap-time
Same shit you spittin', heard it in your last rhyme
Ain't to much thatchu' could do, so that'chure skills could pass mine
Car eer fineto, here's some dough, go watch a peep show
[Chorus]
[Nokio]
Y'all fuckin' with the right ones, UHH
Role it up and just lite some, UHH
Where my niggaz with the big guns?
And when you smoke that shit it's like, ";WHOA!!WHOA!!";
[Eve]
Y'all fuckin' with the right ones, UHH
Role it up and just lite some, UHH
Where my niggaz that take ones?
'Cuz when we smoke that shit it's like ";WHOA!!WHOA!!";
[Verse 3: Eve]
What me to talk crazy, shit, my moms made me
And all ya'll niggas can do is *???spend a paybie???*
Ain't gonna never change, do anything for bricks
Call my celly to come get you while I pass you in your Range
Nigga ride ya shotgun in the car wit' your friends
And what the fuck you wanna do? But wanna blow out your brains?
Clown, I spot 'em from the time you buy me a drink
Instantly I get a vision of diamond studded links, and full ink minks
And little doggies dyed pink
'Cuz I know ya wanna spend your last, before you even think
If you know somethin', speak the shit, I can keep a secret
To me, the niggas with the most money, is the cheapest
Wanna give me money off the book? Daddy you can keep it
That's why they got the most sites, and in the most fights
And walk with big brolic niggas thats protectin' they life
If you know you pussy nigga, take off the ice
[Chorus]
[Nokio]
Y'all fuckin' with the right ones, UHH
Role it up and just lite some, UHH
Where my niggaz with the big guns?
And when you smoke that shit it's like, ";WHOA!!WHOA!!";
[Eve]
Y'all fuckin' with the right ones, UHH
Role it up and just lite some, UHH
Where my niggaz that take ones?
'Cuz when we smoke that shit it's like ";WHOA!!WHOA!!";

Oh, damn now bop to this oh
Yeah y'all know what this is
Flame on Juvenile Drag-On flame on
And now swizz, swizz beatz, yeah
Me and my niggaz done licked shots, even done hit cops
Bet y'all niggaz can't wait till my shit drop
Treat you like your moma given' lip to pop
Nigga you don't want my paper drop
'Cause that means I'm empty, and your full of it
Check what the bullet did, missiles gonna hit you get you
Rip through tissue, should have never rhymed this 'cause I miss you
I make plus cash y'all little niggaz can't fuck wit drag
Got the chain out so it's bust and grab
Nigga fuck that you better bust back
'Fore ya nigga ask back where the vest at
Rock like a girl but you can't trust cash
Spit like a fire but you can't touch black
All you can do is cuss back and read back
How you bust gats nigga we don't need that
I don't care about your feed back, y'all niggaz don't feed drag
Tell a motherfucker pull out bust a bullet out in ya safe house
Nigga where the keys at nigga?
Where the stash at nigga? Where the weed at?
Nigga pass that 'fore I pull my trigger
Mater fact where the ass at? 'Cause I got the Ruff Ryders
And I aint talkin' bout my niggaz
Nigga we can go hoe for hoe, toe to toe, blow for blow
And when you fell your nose crack
That mean I broke that I'm fittin' to po-po
Wit a flame thrower like I told yo' befo', ya know
You can't handle it you can put me on wax but my fire burn candles
And who that nigga ruff rydin' Drag-On y'all niggaz and south siders
Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum
It's for the north, head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best
Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum
It's for the north, head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best
In the late night, we be cockin' high givin' you stage fright
Yo' head might explode when I bust with the lead pipe
And I say right, Juvenile hey tight, stay hype, now page mike
And make sure he got all the yeah, aight?
I'm tired of niggaz be thinkin' that you usin' me
Runnin' with them petty ass niggaz lookin' like fools to me
I'm workin' wit some change, yeah
And ain't afraid to put 50 up on ya brain, yeah
You 'bout warin' over ya people I'm the same, yeah
Look, I'ma have some body sayin' thats the shame game
But if them people come they ain't gonna give no names, yeah
Playin' with the number one son don't play no games, yeah
Come outside don't see nothin' but camouflage and bricks
Yo' get some boys strapped with bandannas tryin' knock off yo' shit
Ya stankin' bitch, I ruff ryde your ass then
Cashin' for money Juve ain't gettin' nothin', that shit is funny
Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum
It's for the north, head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best
Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum
It's for the north, head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best
When my niggaz get knocked we gonna bail them out
When it come to my gun my shells is out
You better get the message 'cause I done mailed it out
I'ma bang like a hammer and I'ma nail us out
East, west the right this for my niggaz up north
My guns made in China so you better dust off
'Cause when they getcha you gonna be ketchup
I always got chedder I never ass bet ya'
And I won't even sweat ya' we roll much larger and better
My dough is never low but if drag is down on his last
I'ma reach in my sweater bet my baretta
Make a nigga feel heat in cold weather
Can't stand a nigga hype throw me his bitch
Bitch come to my shit you betta come get her
Be like a dog with a bone I run with her
Y'all make me so tired y'all niggaz still rappin'
Like y'all don't know my flows fire
Y'all ain't got y'all boots ain't got y'all suits
Probaly got a gun that ain't never shoot
When they come you better hope they don't name you
'Cause like two sticks rubbin' I'll flame you
Don't try to be me 'cause I ain't you
'Fore I have your spirits with the angels
My shorty keep a gun on the ankles
Wanna fuck, watch out she will bang you
'Cause I taught her well, y'all players better haul to hell
But you niggaz couldn't borrow a belt
Who evers wit you is gonna jail
Is you niggaz bustin' guns or you ain't bustin' none, ha
You want to fuck'em till they cum, ha
Drag-on Juvenille double up what you want, ha
Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum
It's for the north, head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best
Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum
It's for the north, head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best
Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum
It's for the north, head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best
Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum
It's for the north, head south, head east, head west

Each and every time, when I see that eye
Not going to give into her
Really round eyes, they reel me in
Hook line and sink, for I can't blink
I'm all in her mouth, and she's in my arms
Caressing me, by then it's on
And we are both wrong, 'cause her boyfriend's cool
We all went to school with each other
But I can't let go
If I could, then I would
But it's outta my control
It seems as though, there's a spell on me
I tried to move away, leave her alone
Park down the road, act like I'm not home
But some kind of way, she reaches me
One look at her, my judgment is hurt
Or could it just be, that for her I'm weak
Is it because, she's freakin' me
Like little can, instead of him
One part of me, wish it all would end
But I can't let go
If I could, then I would
But it's outta my control
It seems as though, there's a spell on me
Can't let go
If I could, then I would
But it's outta my control
It seems as though, there's a spell on me
Everything that's good to me
Does not mean it's good for me
Can't let go
If I could, then I would
But it's outta my control
It seems as though, there's a spell on me
Can't let go
If I could, then I would
But it's outta my control

Busta Rhymes:
Attention please, attention please
Can I have everybody's attention please
So humorous, we laugh at all ay'all
The alliance has now been officially formed
Ruff Ryder, Flipmode, 2000, it's now official baby
It's another headbanger
Swizz Beats:
Swizz Beats, who hits on your streets every six weeks
I be on the MP so much that my wrist's weak
Ain't shit sweet, pile 'em in here
All my thugs in the clubs start wildin' in here
Now put your bottles in the air, then light your dutches
Me and Busta keep it tight like liposucion
Niggas that don't like me get the knife for frontin'
Cause one night in the club gets your life on crutches
You got that whodie, I'll cock that forty
Flyin' in the 5 with the top back on it
Stop that shorty, I know you love me
Probably sample one of my beats then owe me money
Plus you don't know me money, so stop the rumors
Before you need the janitors to come mop the room up
Ryde or Die Volume two, smash the charts
Now put your hands in the air for the black Mozart, OH!
Chorus: Busta Rhymes
(Ohhhh), Now come on
(Screeeam), Jump baby come on
Get your hands up, (What!), now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, (What!)
Now let me walk you through it
(Ohhhh), Now come on
(Screeeam), Jump baby come on
Get your hands up, (What!), now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, (What!)
Now let me walk you through it
Busta Rhymes:
Y'all niggas try to front, I'll send my crew on a hunt
Bunch of scheming ass niggas smoking gats and blunts
Busta Rhymes, Flipmode represent
For the Ruff Ryder, and my nigga Swizz
And we gonna be here to present
Y'all niggas with some other shit to bang in the street
And block the fuck out, bang the fuckin' floor with your feet
Before we bang y'all niggas all with the heat
Feed y'all niggas more gutters like a mutherfuckin' all you can eat
And make you bounce how poncho will play the congo
And bang on the bongo, free to bounce on the bongo
From New York to Colorado, so just follow
I'm living for today and livin' tomorrow
Open up your mouth, I got somethin' big for you to swallow
Blow you through the chest with a hollow
Like the foul shit you waste and transpired right infront the impalo
Yo, the general Busta Busta shock and memorable
You know we precious like minerals, and deadly like burials
Chorus
Swizz Beats:
Listen, Flipmode and Ruff Ryders bang out hits
S-W-I two Z's bang out clips
Bang out chicks, for fun we bang out whips
Y'all go to war with revolvers that bang out flicks
Now find me on two-fifth in the summer when it starts
And iced up, nice cut, new pair of Jordans
Thinkin' of extortin, nigga your life ain't important
Your camp hotter than ours?, the fuck y'all snortin'
My thugs bang out bricks, swing, mix, throw dem grams
Hash smokers, hopin' more and out of soda cans
(Yo Swizz, I heard you stole), Whoa! listen man
Mindin' my business will make you a missin' man
See the wrist and hand?, got plaques on the wall
And a fifth in hand, I'll put your back on the wall
Nigga don't ask me no more about nuttin' you hear
Just scream and shout and just wild in here
Chorus: 3x
New York, they ain't ready for it
A-T-L, they ain't ready for it
Oh, Oh, Oh, they ain't ready for it
Whoa, Oh, Oh, they ain't ready for it
My ladies
Millenium
Guns bustin' plenty of them, y'all hear that

[Featuring Eve Nokio (Dru Hill)]
[Eve: Verse 1]
Uh
Sick when she rock shit stop when block shit
Never try to run when she pull back the cock shit
Stop drop shut 'em down open up shop shit
Got 'em goin' crazy wonderin' when they could cop shit
First lady Ruff Ryder honey got the hot shit
Star bound money now for jet black drop shit
Eve guarantee betcha' niggaz wanna pop this
Little kids be behind me screamin' out, "Can you stop miss?!!"
I know they daddy's fiendin', daydreamin' bout me topless
Real bitches listen while they ride around and knock my shit
Try not to move ya head, come on now, stop it
Hustle nigga betty take yours quicker than coke profit
'Cuz I can double it, and put
Bitch on bitch, brick on brick, stich on stich, who you fuckin wit?
Not me, can't a nigga or bitch stop me
You hatin' mothafuckas line up for your first copy
[Chorus]
[Nokio]
Y'all fuckin' with the right ones, UHH
Role it up and just lite some, UHH
Where my niggaz with the big guns?
And when you smoke that shit it's like, "WHOA!!WHOA!!"
[Eve]
Y'all fuckin' with the right ones, UHH
Role it up and just lite some, UHH
Where my niggaz that take ones?
'Cuz when we smoke that shit it's like "WHOA!!WHOA!!"
[Verse 2: Eve]
Uh, yo
Start the beef, hold up, ran when we roled up
Tough guy, wanna try ya luck? Betcha' fold up
Ask around partner, got this whole shit sewed up
Gotcha' cryin' like, "Man I wanna blow up!!"
Cowards make me sick, swere to god I wanna throw-up
Answer in a session with me? You better flow tough
Offended? Don't agree with what i'm sayin' nigga? So what?
Now I gotta teach you respect, you better slow up
Question, 'Can she really hold it down?' (sure enough)
Philly's where she from, but when she smoke, she like to go Dutch
You know what? Quick to take the next man shyne
Quick to make him start bitchin' make the next man whine
Fuckin babies!! Go ahead and lay down, it's nap-time
Same shit you spittin', heard it in your last rhyme
Ain't to much thatchu' could do, so that'chure skills could pass mine
Car eer fineto, here's some dough, go watch a peep show
[Chorus]
[Nokio]
Y'all fuckin' with the right ones, UHH
Role it up and just lite some, UHH
Where my niggaz with the big guns?
And when you smoke that shit it's like, "WHOA!!WHOA!!"
[Eve]
Y'all fuckin' with the right ones, UHH
Role it up and just lite some, UHH
Where my niggaz that take ones?
'Cuz when we smoke that shit it's like "WHOA!!WHOA!!"
[Verse 3: Eve]
What me to talk crazy, shit, my moms made me
And all ya'll niggas can do is *???spend a paybie???*
Ain't gonna never change, do anything for bricks
Call my celly to come get you while I pass you in your Range
Nigga ride ya shotgun in the car wit' your friends
And what the fuck you wanna do? But wanna blow out your brains?
Clown, I spot 'em from the time you buy me a drink
Instantly I get a vision of diamond studded links, and full ink minks
And little doggies dyed pink
'Cuz I know ya wanna spend your last, before you even think
If you know somethin', speak the shit, I can keep a secret
To me, the niggas with the most money, is the cheapest
Wanna give me money off the book? Daddy you can keep it
That's why they got the most sites, and in the most fights
And walk with big brolic niggas thats protectin' they life
If you know you pussy nigga, take off the ice
[Chorus]
[Nokio]
Y'all fuckin' with the right ones, UHH
Role it up and just lite some, UHH
Where my niggaz with the big guns?
And when you smoke that shit it's like, "WHOA!!WHOA!!"
[Eve]
Y'all fuckin' with the right ones, UHH
Role it up and just lite some, UHH
Where my niggaz that take ones?
'Cuz when we smoke that shit it's like "WHOA!!WHOA!!"

Ruff Ryders, Ruff Ryders
Ryde or die, Volume 2
Tugboats, ehh, it's over
It's the second time around, motherfucker, yes
Volume 2, Ryde or die, biatch
Gangsta, nigga an' we gon' rock this motherfucker, you dig me?
We the square root of the motherfuckin' streets!
Double R, you cocksuckin' sons of bitches, yeah
State yo' name, gangsta, Big Snoop Dogg
Where you representin? West coast
You gon' hold it down? Please believe it, nigga
Enough said then nigga, hold up, biatch
Mmm, let's make this official
Shine yo' boots an' load yo' pistols, pull out yo best credentials
'Cause this'll be the official for the ficticial
Doggy Dogg an' Big Swizz'll, nigga, blow the whistle
Smokin' on some bomb-beeda secondhand smoke
Will getcha, hitcha an' make you all get the picture
Dig this, when was the last time you seen me
Posted up, West coasted up an' sippin' on some Remi?
Believe me, it ain't easy been Deezy
Wit these jealous rap niggaz an' these punk ass breezies
Man, I couldn't remember what they told me
When I first came in the game but things done changed
Call it what you wanna, keep the heat up on it
East, Long Beach, California, spinnin' like a 'Tona
Bangin' on the corner, hot like a sauna
So you best to back up off me or I kick this straight up on ya
State yo' name yungsta, Yung Wun
Where you representin'? ATL, shawty
You gon' hold it down? Damn right
Well 'nuff said then, ease up, nigga
Shorty pop a lot, actin' like you got a lot
Wit all that fake ice on his watch, this nigga wanna get got
Comin' to my city wit all that hot shit an' his fake ass click
I'ma put somethin' in him an' bust his wig
I'm on some thugged out shit
You better be strapped, boy, how you love that, boy? Act, boy
I'ma break yo back, boy, wit a bat, boy, where you at, boy?
Hold up I'm cold hearted, damn right I get retarded
I'm a yung 'un an' down here, bitch, I'm the hardest
You can hoot, hide an' talk that shit
I'ma stay low, keep it real an' sho' to come up
But when I bite you gon' feel that there, it's real down here
Watch your mouth, boy, you might get killed down here
I'm a 'Ryde or die' nigga, put somethin' in your eye, nigga
Get beside yourself, it's bye bye, nigga
When it come to glock cockin' an' drop poppin'
I'm the first to hit the block
an'' go to war wit the cops, fuck, nigga
State yo' name gangsta, Scarface
Where you representin'? Motherfuckin' South
You gon' hold it down? You goddamn right
Enough said then, nigga
Heidi hoe, Scarface an' Don, pullin' the strings to your alarm
Bringin' terror wit this Baretta, I clutch in my palm
I'm scarin' motherfuckers straight wit mine
Guerrilla tactics, guranteein' my enemy die
It's a worldwide army alert for all soldiers
Either you Ruff Ryde, Ryde Ruff or roll over
It's a stick up, so down on yo knees 'cause I'm sicker
Don't disrespect it, you don't disrespect me, nigga
I'm the one these niggaz call on when negotiations are halted
An' the time comes for the beatin' of the bosses
Make 'em an offer that can't refuse
They don't comply, well now I'm 'bout to stank these fools
I guess these niggaz think they can't be moved
Realize they don't scare niggaz like they thank they do
You fuck wit me, I gots to fuck wit you
World War 3, motherfucker, I thought you knew
State yo' name, gangsta, Jadakiss, nigga
Where you representin'? East coast, dawg
You gon' hold it down? Why wouldn't I?
Enough said then, nigga, let's go
If you fuckin' wit the 'Kiss, you ain't gon' breathe
The only time I lick in the air is New Year's Eve
Sonny from 'Bronx Tale,' you can't leave
Get kissed on yo' cheek, then you meant to die
'Cause when the gun start poppin' then my temperature rise
You know my style, 20 niggaz wit 40 Cals
Nine years ago, you was hollerin', shorty wild
Now I'm in the rap game twistin' these honies out
Never left the crack game, still on a money route
I run through the industry lookin' for enemies
Y'all niggaz sound sick an' Jada the remedy
Get shot in yo' eyes an' mouth
Can't see can't talk when you fuckin' wit the heart of New York
An' that's fouler that swallowin' pork
An' to fuck wit the feds dog
You know I push the prowler to court
Toast on my lap, got the East Coast on my back
How many times must I tell you motherfuckers
We ain't industry niggaz
We 'In the streets' niggaz, you motherfuckin' right
Ruff Ryders forever, yeah, bitch, now what?
Ryde or die, you talk it, we live it, East Coast
So Ryde or die, you want it, we give it, West Coast
So Ryde or die, you start it, we end it, dirty South
So Ryde or die, you talk it, we live it, Midwest
So Ryde or die, you want it, we give it, Ruff Ryders
So Ryde or die, you start it, we end it, biatch

I'm pushin' for the single yo, c'mon
Yo, lock the door, uh huh
Ya heard, uh, uh
C'mon, yeah
Ya'll know who it is, or should I say what it is
Uh, uh
All Drag do is fuck bitches and drain his body
Kickin' bitches out the bed and sleep next to a shottie
A bitch'll never get me pump, I make niggas pump IV
I'm the type to follow the cops wit a midget drivin' me
Make them think the car drivin' itself and I'm in the passenger seat
Signal lights, stash box, a package of D
Drag dash, I'm happy to be
On this rap shit is like a jacket to me
I wear it with cracks in my sleeves
So I keep it on, don't never take my jacket off 'cuz my shit be gone
What are you, lost your mind?
It took my time to cut these dimes
So I could dump drug a few minds, so don't make me bust a few nines
Dip the T T in polish watch the shoe shine
Slip in the Tunnel with a banger in my boot line
All it takes is the finger to make a sour sit, linger
Double R is hard, the rest of ya'll is R & B singers
Weed
That's what we smokin' up
Hoes
That's what we pokin' up
Dough
That's what we foldin' up
That's all we know about
Weed
That's what we smokin' up
Hoes
That's what we pokin' up
Dough
That's what we foldin' up
That's all we know about
I got more bullets in my clip than chocolate got in chip
I got more bitches suckin' dick than niggas smokin' niks
I got more shit up in my whip than most niggas got in cribs
I got more, blocks of raw while ya'll tryin' to stop wars
Coward nigga lock your doors
I'll come through with the locksmith and pop it
With the glock 4 and show ya'll what a mouth's for
I got black steel, blue steel, wheels, I mean wheelchair
'Cuz Drag is real fair, it's all real here
I own more buildings on my block, than real estate, Philly ave
Hit ten niggas I'm tryin' to see mils like Billy Gates
'Cuz me in Philly rollin' dutches
Me and Eve, stuck off the trees, got her laughin' off bitches' weaves
Double R, pop niggas, make niggas bleed
Fiends come to me my top rock's been asleep
Seven foot bouncers 'bout to be six feet, under me
Now that's a foot left, you shouldn't have took that step
Weed
That's what we smokin' up
Hoes
That's what we pokin' up
Dough
That's what we foldin' up
That's all we know about
I know ya'll wish ya'll woulda, shoulda, coulda
Didda, getta, gotta, guns we cock it then pop it
Make 'em holler and swallow
Niggas stop it, catch it, all up in his jacket
I'm not a stingy nigga, I'll let a nigga have it
Hate chips that go away, lookin' like white coke
Sit in the sun long, come back like French toast
Hair was up, now is down, eyes are black, now is brown
Used to frown, now you smile, nigga must have left you now
Went from bikes to the car, from the cars to the boat
Went from keys to the coke, went from coke to the dope
Went from cracks to the raps, went from bats to the gats
Went from slums to the stats, been to London and back
Me change 'cuz I rap, I can't do it
I went from muggin' ya'll to payin' niggas to do it
It's all the same stupid
I got cake on cake 'cuz I went from pow to pow
Wit my family, two R's, Ryde or Die
Weed
That's what we smokin' up
Hoes
That's what we pokin' up
Dough
That's what we foldin' up

You, me and she
What we gonna do?
Baby, baby
I did it to myself, couldn't help the way I felt about him
Sick when he wasn't there, like I never delt without him
Played the fool by choice, all I had was this man
Let 'em have the best of both worlds 'cause it was his clan
All the things I wanted to hear, he told me gently
Whatever it was, wanted nuthin', gave me plenty
Told me that he split with this chick but couldn't shake her
'Cause she had his kids, so he fed her with this paper
First it started off like that, dough for closure
Started slackin' off, in fact it wasn't over
Now my world is crumblin' down, I'm fealin' shakey
Used to be a superwoman, no bitch could replace me
Wanted him to leave me alone but I was caught up
Thought I was strong, broke down, when braking up was brought up
Tried to really ryde with this dude I thought I loved him
And every time I asked what I should do, he said trust him
You, me and she
What we gonna do?
Baby, baby
(Trust me, hold me, yea)
You, me and she
What we gonna do?
Baby, baby
(Believe me, need me, yea)
To hate, I must be crazy, feeding him the bullshit
Attitudes and tryin' to hold out that shit was useless
The more I tried to back up, the more he kept comin'
Lie after lie, shit, lying wasn't nuthin'
Tear after tear come down, tellin' me to be cool
All I need is you baby, nobody could be you
Believed him, he decieved me, just to keep me
Callin' me from her spots, sayin' how he need me
I had to step back, he got me stressed out
This ain't what I planned, thought I had my life sketched out
Huh, I guess not, love me to hurt me
Hurt me to make-up, then make-up to desert me
You, me and she
What we gonna do?
Baby, baby
(Trust me, hold me, yea)
You, me and she
What we gonna do?
Baby, baby
(Believe me, need me, yea)
Back and forth with the he said, he said got me dizzy
If I leave, know the routine, he beg 'cause he miss me
Too late 'cause you had me, lost me, daddy move on
Boss-bitch, no more floss, nigga I'm gone
Arguements for hours me and her comparing notes
And after all the screamin' stop, we comparing quotes
You got sloppy thoughts, you was that nigga let me catch you
Heart didn't hurt till I covered up your tattoo
My statue on a pedestal, every breath too
Never new the worst till you felt what the best do
And I'm that, it's over now, hope I stressed you

We know y'all out to drink 'til y'all throw up
We know y'all sittin' on 20's
We know y'all reppin' your hood
But how many y'all kill
Bounce that ass, load them cribs
Let me see the mobbin' niggaz that talk shit
While these muthatfuckaz be scummy
And'll go for the money
Ready to ride when they holdin' a lick
Thugs with the Chevy's, thugs with the trucks
The real gun runner never run when he bust
Henny and he mobs in the front, smoke a 'dro blunt
Sippin' with a fifty sack under the nuts
Hoes with ass and no gut
Let me see you jiggle it from side to side
Niggaz if it's static then pass me the strap
Gonna ride 'til my ride
All the hoes that'll freaky niggaz, with the 'fedi
Let's get buck up in the club
And all my soldiers, fall out, gangstas, mob up
All the homeys on the block
Anny up on the fin and let's go get us a sack
Serve too, we got a custom 'Lac, hustlin' pack
Til a nigga bust, they bustin' back
Guys that'll roll them dice and win
Girls with 'fits that show the skin
Real niggaz mind your best friend at the pen
Real hoes let your best friend know about men
'Cause I be squeezin' ass
And'll make a full glass disappear like a genie
Move to the LOX and Beanie
While them hoes backin' that thang up on my weenie
It's like no nigga in the world could see me
When I Ruff Ryde with Drag-On
Rollin' up big babies in a Mercedes
If you want herb we got bombs
Twista
(Drag-On)
Twista
(Drag-On)
Gotta kick that shit for the fine bitches and all my nugz
For the ones who smoke pot, do stick ups and ball in our hood
What do a nigga say when he say Drag-On and Twista?
(Wanna kill me?)
Gangsta, let's ride, hustla feel me
By know everybody should know, that the kid spit tight
And this kid spit fire light
And the bitch I don' fucked like last night
I don't give a fuck 'bout a 2 and a half mic
'Cause the only muthafuckin' magazine that I read
Is when I buy my gun from it
How many bullets you could digest in that one stomach?
I suggest y'all run from it
And the click-click from the Calico, I gotta go
Make it, pimp, with a lot of hoes
I'm the same muthafucka that's countin' that dough
Cookin' that coke to a pot of gold
'Cause my rainbow is every color top that crackhead cop
I don't care I gotta cap me a cop
As long as I got enough money to cop me
A drop, pop enough glocks
Drag, open up boots by watchin' co-op's in convo at condos
Keep the heat up in jeeps, in case y'all creep upon me
I run up on y'all in a cab with a meter on me
And the only on leavin' is me
And the only one bleedin' is you, tryin' to breeze with me
All the Roc is E N Y C E in the NYC with the white T
All I really do is argue
Double F, R Y D E, D R A G, to the dash O N
Catch me, smokin' potent, bet it leave y'all, niggaz soakin'
With your insides open
Twista
(Drag-On)
Twista
(Drag-On)
Hold the fuck up, slow down
Drag, Twista, listen up
These muthafuckaz don't know what's real out here
(They damn sure don't)
This is volume 2
(Volume 2)
Nigga, so, get ignorant
Twista
(Drag-On)
Twista
(Drag-On)
Whether murder or bouncy beat, my flow be philosophical
Smokin' on tropical, achievin' all missions impossible
When I up the block at you, I'ma pop at you
If your momma cry there's nothin' I could do
Should not've fucked with Mr. Illogical
When I'm in to clubbin', clubbin', shake it, don't you break it
You booty to shapey, can't take it, wanna see you naked
I don' drunk a boo muthafucka so you know I'm lit up
Everybody get up, spin witha a Twista, it's a stick up
This where the shit pick up, let me load this clip up
Lust pour me some liquor, Flame-On and Twista
Let's see if you murdered who'll miss ya
I love the dirty South that's why I gotta dirty mouth that'll burn you out
Tell your bitch I got a dick that'll turn her out
Especially when I tell her turn around, I don' hurt her now
Shit'll come back and I think it's time to get murdered now
I'm tired of silly clowns, spittin' out weak shit, sound like my shit
You gon' make me pull a all nighter
Standin' in front of your crib with that gasoline and that lighter
Now hit, we won't miss ya, Drag-On and Twista

All my niggaz on the east side if you rydin' throw it up
All my niggaz on the west side if you bangin' throw it up
All my niggaz on the south side, get it crunk and throw it up
All my niggaz on the north side, get it poppin' throw it up
I don't give a fuck what set you claim
Or what block you from or what ave you in
I let off shots until the coppers come
Even bust shots at ya ambulances
And I'm on that Double R shit
We the niggaz when it come to that hard shit
Drag's that nigga in the hood
Ya mamma told you don't get in the car wit
Hop out the car, give niggaz a dap
They think you a gangsta, I think
It's a act 'cause you ain't never rob nothin'
Never shot nothin', never touched a piece of crack
Drag ain't back the streets is back
Put the guns to his mom, make him eat that
Kidnap his son, send his feet back
We Double R niggaz know where we at
All my niggaz on the east side if you rydin' throw it up
All my niggaz on the west side if you bangin' throw it up
All my niggaz on the south side, get it crunk and throw it up
All my niggaz on the north side, get it poppin' throw it up
I'ma nigga that could fuck with my thugs
Crip it up with the crips, throw it up with the bloods
Drag use to never cook that rap like I cook that crack
Now my nicks look like dubs
I could hustle, I could flip that pack
Crack in my bitch ass, she shit that back
Niggaz wonder why she sit like that
Four five better rubber the grip like that
This ain't the muthafuckin' dirty south
It's that New York, nigga wit that dirty mouth
I'm the one feds heard about
'Cause I'm the only nigga getting birds in a drop
I spit the ridiculous fast dump a clip in ya ass
Push ya shit in the back, knocked ya shit is a rap
All we gotta do, put the hits out like park the car
Up the block hit it and get in the cab
All my niggaz on the east side if you rydin' throw it up
All my niggaz on the west side if you bangin' throw it up
All my niggaz on the south side, get it crunk and throw it up
All my niggaz on the north side, get it poppin' throw it up
I got guns, I ain't gotta use a mask
With you a nigga, I could never do crime
With pop them nines with
Make a nigga up them shines quick
Show a nigga where the key's is at
Before a nigga show you where the leaves is at
'Cause that's where we'll leave you at
Double R, we where the streets is at
We could do it, we could thug it out
We could go get your people
We could slug it out
The last nigga frontin' in the club
The security came drug him out
Double R show you what the thug about
Anything we use go in and out knife or gun
All my niggaz know not to run until the job is done, come on
All my niggaz on the east side if you rydin' throw it up
All my niggaz on the west side if you bangin' throw it up
All my niggaz on the south side, get it crunk and throw it up
All my niggaz on the north side, get it poppin' throw it up
All my niggaz on the east side if you rydin' throw it up
All my niggaz on the west side if you bangin' throw it up
All my niggaz on the south side, get it crunk and throw it up

Wooh, come on
Wooh, uh, uh, wooh
Come on
Wooh
Man, I hear you niggas talkin'
But'choo walkin' the wrong way to really mean it
I done heard it, I done seen it, don't get caught up in between it
It's a dark road you walkin' on, same street that I be stalkin' on
Suppose to be quiet, but you keep talkin' on
Now ya mouth got you in some shit
So we gon' let everybody see your gangsta ass get smaked like a bitch
Guess I'll remind y'all niggas, I can find y'all niggas
Click click, whats up, walk up right behind y'all niggas
Once the four four hit'cha
You ain't going no where but out the door on a stretcha
Boy, I'ma get'cha
Wet y'all niggas up like a pool
'Cause I done told you
Y'all gon' make me lose my cool
Yo Knock get the glock, these bitch niggas is actin'
Making movies, we'll make a movie
About this shit after is happened
All that yappin', that them niggas is gettin' away with
Take it easy my friend, let 'em know, dog ain't to be played with
A nigga gotta take the good with the bad
I'm fuckin' with the hood and I'm glad
I wish you understood why I'm mad
'Cause it'd take a lot of pressure of my back
A nigga gotta take the good with the bad
I'm fuckin' with the hood and I'm glad
I wish you understood why I'm mad
'Cause it'd take a lot of pressure of my back
Most of these hard rocks turn out to be soft as wet dog shit
Talkin' shit, but when the fog spits, dog they all split
Then all hit the ground around the same time
In the same frame of mind, thangs up in the nine
Left them bitches blind, hit 'em up from behind
Yeah, thats how you do that
And he had such a good head up on his shoulders, but I blew that
Fuck you black, you new cats don't know somethin' important
You die quick fuckin' with my shit, and my shits extortin'
House rules, when I speak, y'all niggas listen
I drop jewels that y'all cats can't afford to keep missin'
Drinkin' [unverified] fueled by drugs
Shits about to get real outta hand dog, betta get ya man dog
Rap shit comes second, I'ma show you what a robber do
Mention ice one more time and I'm robbin' you
Tie you up for a week starvin' you
Beatin' the shit outta you everyday
'Cause yo, these niggas gotta pay
A nigga gotta take the good with the bad
I'm fuckin' with the hood and I'm glad
I wish you understood why I'm mad
'Cause it'd take a lot of pressure of my back
A nigga gotta take the good with the bad
I'm fuckin' with the hood and I'm glad
I wish you understood why I'm mad
'Cause it'd take a lot of pressure of my back
Dog it ain't no secret 'bout how its going down once I put on the pressure
It ain't nothing but another nigga put on a stretcher
With a blanket over his face, take him to the morgue with the waste
'Cause he was in the wrong place at the wrong time
So I gave it to him in his chest
In his throat, in his head, in his back, through his vest, yes
Ain't a whole lot to braking a nigga down fast
They call me black 'cause that's how I'm gon' be on that ass
Y'all pussy niggas think y'all sweet
But ain't a fuckin' thing going down 'til I eat
So can I beef? You betta while you still got teeth
'Cause they about to get knocked out, hopped out
On that ass with a blast that'll make ya shit drop out
Popped out, through a you know what
'Cause you know why, and you know my
Motherfuckin' name up in this game
And bitch, you know I
Will never be crossed flippin'
But on some east coast terms
New York niggas do, fuck the perms
A nigga gotta take the good with the bad
I'm fuckin' with the hood and I'm glad
I wish you understood why I'm mad
'Cause it'd take a lot of pressure of my back
A nigga gotta take the good with the bad
I'm fuckin' with the hood and I'm glad
I wish you understood why I'm mad

Waah: How you doin over there, Swizz?
Swizz: I'm doin pretty good
Waah: How you doin? You aight?
Swizz: I'm good
Waah: Yeah, so whats poppin' with this money? How we makin out?
Swizz: Well, Waah, we're getting a lot of checks in from the record companies, we're doing very good
Waah: How much money is is is goin in my pocket, and how much is goin in yours?
Swizz: Waah, your getting at least 60%, we only takin like 3%
Waah: I'm not feelin you are my cousin right now, you know that right?
Swizz: I don't understand why, Waah
Waah: OK, well didn't you just cut half my cut with the president?
Swizz: Ummm, well, that wasn't paid for...
Waah: Fuckin studder, where my money at?
Swizz: Waah, settle down
Waah: Wheres my fuckin money at?
Swizz: Its in the account
Waah: Shut the fuck up, now wheres my money at?
(gun shots)

Wun, y'all done fucked up now
Oh, shit, 'Ryde Or Die', nigga
It's Yung Wun with the big gun
What you gon' do, boy?
You betta sit down, boy, we don't play like that
Betta yet tell ya man to put down the gat
Before it get ugly, I'ma leave ya bloody, lil' bloody
Don't play with the gun smoke
For the East to the West Coast
Nigga get [unverified], no problem, Barry
You no cemetery, home
Is the pipe bomb dropped off in the woods
A man to come home, it's a three be like that
Tell his ass to come right back to the block with a gat
Standing out in the track with a bumma hard
Bumming weed into the sack
Nigga, let the weed smoke blow
I'm intoxicated trying to make a few hits in the head
Baby 'cause I be wilder, big baller, call up with quarter
Trying to make a few [unverified]
Be borrowing from the police, never wanna follow
And parlor and it ain't no stopping it
(That's shit)
Y'all niggas from [unverified], ain't locking it
Give it up, give it up, g-g-give it up
Them cops on put and they came to town
Y'all boys betta put 'em up, put 'em up, what?
Put 'em up, put 'em up, p-p-put 'em up
This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up
Give it up, give it up, g-g-give it up
Them cops on put and they came to town
Y'all boys betta put 'em up, put 'em up, what?
Put 'em up, put 'em up, p-p-put 'em up
This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up
Look, I'm slipping right behind ya, nigga
Don't try to hide 'cause I'll find ya, nigga
I'm representing Big County, nigga
I gotta a clip for all ya slimmy niggas
Don't eva try me, nigga
Don't try to run no bullshit like that [unverified], nigga
You know I'ma a fool for this, I gots two for this
I'll tear yo' mammy and your crew plus you for this
Them Daddy dollars, y'all, my shit harder, dog
I'm from the city of Caprice and them parlors, y'all
I'ma go and kill this, nigga, kiss above this realest, nigga
First nigga to take you to the bar
And now you feel this, nigga
The respect you gotta give us
'Slip-N-Slide' and Ruff Ryders, nigga
And all yo' money can't buy this nigga
My ecstasy got me wyling, nigga
I'm twice that body, nigga
About 100 miles an hour, nigga
Trick Daddy, Trick Daddy
Yung Wun, Yung Wun
Yo, ball out
Give it up, give it up, g-g-give it up
Them cops on put and they came to town
Y'all boys betta put 'em up, what?
Put 'em up, put 'em up, p-p-put 'em up
This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up
Give it up, give it up, g-g-give it up
Them cops on put and they came to town
Y'all boys betta put 'em up, what?
Put 'em up, put 'em up, p-p-put 'em up
This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up
Wait a minute, goddammit, y'all done fucked up now
Y'all gotta nigga from the A on the Ruff Ryde
Representing from the South
In a glass [unverified]
This man got cash in mind on the cash route
Niggas there with they ass out
Talking 'bout Yung Wun's a bitch
(Man)
That DS Cliq, I'ma 'bout to pitch a fucking fit
And start blowing this bitch
What you think my gun bust ice, Wun?
Down in Georgia, six hours from Florida
Niggas get slaughtered, boy, where I'm from
Problems gon' get solved by getting robbed
Causing tear drops and closed caskets
On tha glasses, get beside theyself
And suffocate from plastic
Face down on a mattress
Give it up, give it up, g-g-give it up
Them cops on put and they came to town
Y'all boys betta put 'em up, put 'em up, what?
Put 'em up, put 'em up, p-p-put 'em up
This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up
Give it up, give it up, g-g-give it up
Them cops on put and they came to town
Y'all boys betta put 'em up, put 'em up, what?
Put 'em up, put 'em up, p-p-put 'em up
This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up
Give it up, give it up, g-g-give it up
Them cops on put and they came to town
Y'all boys betta put 'em up, put 'em up, what?
Put 'em up, put 'em up, p-p-put 'em up
This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up
Give it up, give it up, g-g-give it up
Them cops on put and they came to town
Y'all boys betta put 'em up, put 'em up, what?
Put 'em up, put 'em up, p-p-put 'em up
This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up
Give it up, give it up, g-g-give it up
Them cops on put and they came to town
Y'all boys betta put 'em up, put 'em up, what?
Put 'em up, put 'em up, p-p-put 'em up

Hell yeah
A-town, Luda
Ahh, whoo
She said she was a stripper but she wanted to rhyme
And if I gave her a deal she make her legs stretch back to her spine
I told her hit the treadmill, 'til she run out of time
And in the eve no doubt, she was blowin' my mind
I'm from the A-town, put 'em through a GA course
'Cause it's all in the game like EA Sports
From scams and money grams, there's unions that wanna wire me
You think you know but really don't, put it in your diary
I'm quick to knock 'em out, they comin' in three spurts
I do like Spielberg and see that yo' DreamWorks
My weed is all lavender, my drink is blue
My gat'll, Poke-a-Man, it's the Pikachu
Luda give 'em new perm, now they hair is wet
And they don't wanna get on top, 'cause they scared of heights
So if you Wonderwoman bitch I'm the Wondermack pro
So shut up and gimme that thundercat
When you fuckin' with Ryders, in the R we trust
If you make a false move then these things gon' bust
And when it comes to these bitches, you know how it goes
We don't trust these hoes
When you fuckin' with Ryders, in the R we trust
If you make a false move then these things gon' bust
And when it comes to these bitches, you know how it goes
We don't trust these hoes
She said she won't, take it off unless there's money involved
I told y'all hold the stack and give hundred a call
I referred to when you pissy drunk, blunted and all
Tellin' me she humpin' harder than y'all
Got got, three niggaz just diggin' these balls
And all three really won't see y'all
Outside, in the burgundy bird
Ruff rydin' puffin' the herb, discussin' the curb
She said she from B.K.
And I did it my way, all day like B.K., no more need say
So Fiend playa, you know I'm busy countin' some cash
Then bouncin' up on some ass
Better yet, think I'm on some expendable hash
You really wanna fall in ya glass
She chose me, pimp nigga like we chose to be rich
Double-R then stole ya bitch
When you fuckin' with Ryders, in the R we trust
If you make a false move then these things gon' bust
And when it comes to these bitches, you know how it goes
We don't trust these hoes
When you fuckin' with Ryders, in the R we trust
If you make a false move then these things gon' bust
And when it comes to these bitches, you know how it goes
We don't trust these hoes
I say you better move now for a week in Montana
Then slick 'em without drinks for I drink in Colorado
This chick yesterday said she's leavin' tomorrow
I'm tryin' to fuck her mouth tonight 'cause she's leavin' tomorrow
The only thing she act stupid's bout my lady at home
Lie to my lady at home, got my baby at home
Man, I was on some shit like kiss, is we fuckin' or what?
If you don't wanna get a room, we can fuck in the truck
We can cut to a bitch, but don't piss me off
You don't mean that to me shorty, I'll piss in your mouth
I'm a violent, boy, whylin' boy
Playa hater close your legs, I want no lip girl
When you fuckin' with Ryders, in the R we trust
If you make a false move then these things gon' bust
And when it comes to these bitches, you know how it goes
We don't trust these hoes
When you fuckin' with Ryders, in the R we trust
If you make a false move then these things gon' bust
And when it comes to these bitches, you know how it goes

(Styles P)
Fuck all these niggaz, if you ask me who
I'll answer back anybody you can think of
I'm S.P. bitch, I'm the boss of boss
I talk arrogant and me and guys link up
And these is more than words, if you feel like the songs is to you
Then it probably is, If I can't getta long witcha
Then I'm gon' hit 'cha, All in ya face and ya body kid
H-O-L-I-D-A, -Y Styles, hit somethin by trial
I'm the nigga to hate, and when it's time to merk something bitch
WHAT! I'm on time in my job and I ain't never been late
If there's beef in the hood
A nigga like P can't sleep 'til I'm good
'Cause somebody dead
This 4/5 gotta hit somebody head
I'm all up in the safe takin' somebody bread
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Shoot 'em in the head
Shoot 'em in the face or the chest
Then shoot 'em in the waist or the neck
Then shoot 'em in the gut or the mouth
Then shoot 'em in the back and don't stop 'til the blood runnin out
(Styles P)
Guess I gotta burn down bridges, and break down rocks
And come through and let this tre pound pop
You all grown now
And I don't care if you from home town
I'll put a slug in the dome clown
'Cause most of these rappers is talk
I'm the nigga in the back of the court
Wit 5 L's and a 1/2 of a quart
By 7 o' clock I'm stone cold drunk, wit a blunt and a 2yr old pump
Boulgin' out my pant leg
I'll put it out and make ya man beg
And shoot 'em anyway
Y'all niggaz penny weight
Niggaz like me just do what the semi say
Any way we can do it any where any day
I'm Paniero bitch, I ain't the nigga you play hero wit
End up dead, Ya t-shirt look white it's gon end up red
And my dogs look hungry they gon' end up fed BITCH!
[Chorus]
I'm hope you lookin' forward to die
Hope you wanna look the lord in the eye
Hope you ready for this muthafuckin' shot to ya head
Or this sword in ya eye
You the shit I'm the +Lord of the Flies+
If you got beef say it now, bitch niggaz
So I can load up and come toward you wit nines
I spray you and ya man
The coup and the van
The office and the studio where ever you stand
I don't wanna be the king of the coast
Feds watchin' me and you gotta stay low when you bring in the dope
Gotta look a lil' dirty when you swingin the toast
If you say the guy name, I'll be ringin ya throat
I don't rap about niggaz
But I do like to cock back hit'em the chest
And blow the back up outta niggas
Ya man is pussy? I'mma play wit 'em
Look at ya nigga POP! POP! POP! now lay wit 'em

Man, y'all rap niggas is high fashion
Flashin', talker, no action
Read emcees like TVs with captions
Charts we smash on, guns we blast them
Spit fire like blow dryers and drag dash on
Your career won't last long, real name Shawn Lassiter
Four words for y'all, F type no passenger
Flow nastier, man, you know what I mean
And I keep them diamonds shinin' blue, yellow and green
So the wrist look like a twister mat
Man, I cock the biscuit back and twist ya cap
Oops, clipped ya face just missed ya hat
This go out to those that think this just a rap
Well, mister, address the gat, we'll address ya back
Nasty, nasty, spittin' disgusting raps
And I doubt that cha'll cats can fuck with that
You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy
These ryde or die boyz will rough you up
You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy
These ryde or die boyz will touch you up
You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy
These ryde or die boyz will bust you up
You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy
You don't want no drummer boy
I hate cops and I like you even less
I turn your whole block to a bleedin' mess
Niggas talk hard and get an easy death
'Cuz I pop buck shots like I'm [Incomprehensible]
And I can tell you won't blow, gotta scary finger
All talk, no show, Jerry Springer
I don't care if you a skinny or a burly nigga
I'ma have ya face lookin' like a blurry mirror
We shake your features, y'all make believers
And the eight'll make you shake like you fake the seizure
I ball off the scale, break the meter
And if you ever go to jail, they'll rape and beat'cha
Hold up, take a breather, I'm way too tough
Got kicked outta pre-school, played too rough
I straight grew up, I'm still a bully
Used to take your lunch money now I steal your jewelry
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay
You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy
These ryde or die boyz will rough you up
You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy
These ryde or die boyz will touch you up
You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy
These ryde or die boyz will bust you up
Don't make me reach for these, I got heat to squeeze
Gonna make your face melt like pizza cheese
You need to leave 'cuz you don't stand a chance, man
I get greasy like mechanic hands
And y'all niggas all sweet like candy yams
Clear blocks outs, hop out the family van
Lookin' like a handy man with tools on the waist
Put you in the ambulance with two's in your face
You'se a disgrace, you've never been hot
And I can tell by how you talkin' you ain't never been shot
Yo, it's whatever or not, if you want it, it's war
You can choose what I'ma use, the pump or the four
Then decide where you gon' die, trunk or the floor
'Cuz I'ma tell the law I don't know nothing at all
I was just walkin' my dog and discovered the ball
A lotta niggas think they hard, this is somethin' for y'all
You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy
These ryde or die boyz will rough you up
You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy
These ryde or die boyz will touch you up
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay
You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy
These ryde or die boyz will rough you up
You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy
These ryde or die boyz will touch you up
You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy
These ryde or die boyz will bust you up
You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy

[Fiend]
Yeah, yeah! YEAH!
We ain't NEVER went nowhere nigga
[Chorus: Fiend + McAfee]
I'm speakin from the rock bottom, got a problem I can solve 'em
Get your paper burn 'em out and I can pop 'em
I'm speakin from the rock bottom, got a problem I can solve 'em
Get your paper burn 'em out and I can drop 'em
[Fiend]
I said son of (?) drugged up with Kevin
Visit yours my mother protected my Smith 'n Wesson
We all done struggled the same up in the crescent
Muscled our way for now to be present
Long ways to replace that, try and take that
We gon' get there, guess where his wake at
Life-threatenin, walk over to the Gotham
where it don't cost much, for you to pop one
Not one - shot clean after I'm out with the glow
Found him in a bag on the road
Everything that's fat is trapped in his nose
Gats was arosed, then and again
He was, with no sin as if you wanna see us
It's mandatory, no motherfuckin glamour story
Strictly owned, got the fame and glory
My name'll hold me down, I witness how it's goin down
I see my will is bread and rosy like a weed growin out
[Chorus] - repeat 2X
[Fiend]
I got niggaz confusin the loser, Fiend mental ball cruiser user
These tactics, that make you do more than bend you over backwards
Bring slaughter to men, that serves less than a quarter
All of us are just in line so we can sail at the border
Hot water couldn't remove, the blood out the grooves in my shoes
That's because then that nigga died on last night news
That trigger played with no shell, no clues
And the job was more handed to you - that's where the real money
Feedin survivors real hungry
Like lines stretchin them similar, to the cord on the bungee
My Lord told me, "You gon' take, everything but my soul from me
Along with somethin out the four-oh from me"
Spit it how I live it, my heart got calm, go take a visit
And see that I'm repetitious that kinda survives so I did it
It's all in this speaking, playa is you eatin?
If it's 'bout helpin you, bought a piece
and his balls are the reason for the..
[Chorus] - repeat 4X
[McAfee]
Rock bottom.. rock bottom, rock bottom..
(Rock bottom, rock bottom.. rock bottom, rock bottom)
[David Banner]
This how we do it.. from the rock bottom, you dig?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Tell 'em who we is, yeah
They call me, when they wanna get they dough up
Call me, when they wanna see shit blow up
Fresh from the floor up
And ya know what? I'm sick with it, the shit don't slow up
I'ma see it, want it, drop it, cop cat, get it, stay on it, don't stop cat
In the big chair with the big hat screamin', "Y'all wanna floss with us?"
Where the fuck you at? From the south side, ruff ryde, no one will
Fuckin' with us is a done deal and y'all gotta hate
''Cause it's to much weight for one and y'all ain't havin' no fun
Got a whole beat team tryin' to do what I do
Whole street team tryin' to do what I do
Like what? Double countin' me out?
Forget it, I'm the best that ever done it, need to check and reck
Ruff Ryders, be on tours for this
All Out, make ya dance 'til ya fall out
So So Def make it hot to death
You ain't platinum plus? You ain't fuckin' with us
Ruff Ryders, be on tours for this
All Out, make ya dance 'til ya fall out
So So Def make it hot to death
You ain't platinum plus? You ain't fuckin' with us
Now, money ain't never been a thing ta me
I'm down 8th with the brand new cinammon 3
OT, I got cake with a C and a D
On the wrist is a Ice Band capitol B, small V
I'm fuckin' with the Don Chi Chi
I'm a P I M P, you can't tempt me
Check the ice and the clarity, it's cake like the lottery
Playa don't lie ta me, your stash couldn't cover me
What a playa wannabe, neck light in risavie
Hoes, I keep those by the dime or dozen
I like shorty but I wouldn't mind her cousin
It's a cost, take the buck and all of them, quit fuckin'
Ruff Ryders, be on tours for this
All Out, make ya dance 'til ya fall out
So So Def make it hot to death
You ain't platinum plus? You ain't fuckin' with us
Ruff Ryders, be on tours for this
All Out, make ya dance 'til ya fall out
So So Def make it hot to death
You ain't platinum plus? You ain't fuckin' with us
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon
We be the best Harlem niggaz 80's to lately
Think of Po Wop, Mickey Bonz and A-Z
Fresh Ritz Zit, Kevin Giles and DB
And at the end of all tha shit, niggaz still say me
I'm the best that ever did it, got a way with it
Put grannie on the stand, she'll never say who did it
I'm from where, even the gangsta's live to
Make a mil. on the stoop, every summer switch boots
Cats change they name to Phil like a giant
I treat rap like packs, role dills on consignment
This for cats hummin' crack, bitchin' and parkin'
All the grimie niggaz who got generous hearts
I got a brother doin' life, to see him is hard
Fuckin' with mase is like a nigga swimmin' with sharks
My niggaz chase cake, will play some infa-reds
Some niggaz in the state, some is in the feds
Spit shit at niggaz that might erase they head
And role miserable niggaz who can't wait to be dead
All Out, Ruff Ryde mothafucka, All Out
Wanna flow, beyatch?
Ruff Ryders, be on tours for this
All Out, make ya dance 'til ya fall out
So So Def make it hot to death
You ain't platinum plus? You ain't fuckin' with us
Ruff Ryders, be on tours for this
All Out, make ya dance 'til ya fall out
So So Def make it hot to death
You ain't platinum plus? You ain't fuckin' with us
Yeah, Swizz Beatz
We, the niggaz run the streets
All Out, JD
Who you with? Double R mothafucka
Yeah, yeah, Cross

Yo, yo, I know niggas wit honor and will
That'll still crush the blow up and then pass they mama the bill
So I'ma always be able to burn my strip
'Cause my bags be stuffed and I burn my tips
And it ain't no tellin' what the snub'll do
So when y'all go and cop S's cop one for your mother too
And I'm way better than them other dudes
But I'm stuck wit, what I'm stuck wit, 'cause I don't suck dick
Sat with the players and I stood with the coaches
And I'ma always be in the hood like roaches
Flow is ferocious, dough is ferocious
Two guns by each lung with no holsters
And I control all the fish scale in the city
And still make your first week sales look pretty
I come through, all you hear is chip in the muffler
And you could ask anybody if the Kiss is a hustler
He's a hustler
I hustle anywhere, any town, any borough, any strip, uh
He's a gambler
I always hold it down, gettin' bankroll in 4, 5, 6 in trips
He's a gangster
I always make the paper and the FBI got me on they list, that's why
He's a Ruff Ryder nigga, Ryde or Die nigga
By the way, did I tell you that my name is Kiss?
And I don't understand how a broke nigga could chill
When a two liter'll dust you so get you a mil
Yes, I got loose ends, poppin' out the sunroof of the blue M
I'm like Lou Sims
And I'ma make sure they hit you wit both shot ties
I think this summer's gon be the most bodies
You never ask a nigga in jail if he chillin'
Just make sure you make all the sales in the building
'Cause now niggas think it's all right to tell
And you could put out some garbage and it might could sell
Alotta niggas be petty and sheist
But that's only til you treat 'em like a video and edit they life
This is a threat, when I talk you listen to death
And if I run out of money then my wrist is a bet
And the streets said they wanted more Kiss
Up north niggas pop me in, and do a hundred more dips
He's a hustler
I hustle anywhere, any town, any borough, any strip, uh
He's a gambler
I always hold it down, gettin' bankroll in 4, 5, 6 in trips
He's a gangster
I always make the paper and the FBI got me on they list, that's why
He's a Ruff Ryder nigga, Ryde or Die nigga
By the way, did I tell you that my name is Kiss?
Yo, whether it's dope money or rap money, gamble the shit
Trey pounds of Mauseburgs, handle the shit
Got too big for the city, cops brought in the feds
So we moved across the map and brought in the bread
Niggas chill for a month and a half, no ruckus
Got the pictures of baggers and all of the gun busters
And you know how it go, 'cause it rarely'll change
Everybody got a license and a alias name
We don't smoke when we hustle and none of us talk
Back to back til we home, we can front in New York
'Cause some of us is runnin' from court
Smokin' weed, mumblin' thoughts
Tryin' to stay humble for shorts
We could do this the mob way and kiss you on both cheeks
Or do it the hard way and shoot through your gold teeth
Stand on any block, play cee-lo and craps
And break niggas for they pack money, then give it back, uh
He's a hustler
I hustle anywhere, any town, any borough, any strip, uh
He's a gambler
I always hold it down, gettin' bankroll in 4, 5, 6 in trips
He's a gangster
I always make the paper and the FBI got me on they list, that's why
He's a Ruff Ryder nigga, Ryde or Die nigga
By the way, did I tell you that my name is Kiss?
He's a hustler
I hustle anywhere, any town, any borough, any strip, uh
He's a gambler
I always hold it down, gettin' bankroll in 4, 5, 6 in trips
He's a gangster
I always make the paper and the FBI got me on they list, that's why
He's a Ruff Ryder nigga, Ryde or Die nigga

Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh huh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Knock, knock, who is it? Knock, knock, who is it?
Knock, knock, who is it? Nigga, let me the fuck in
Knock, knock, who is it? Knock, knock, who is it?
Knock, knock, who is it? Nigga, let me the fuck in
C'mon
Somebody open this door, I'm trying to get in this game
I go by the name of Choc, belong in the hall of fame
In the type of game I'm in, I belong next to Wilt Chamberlain
I'm not at all a baller but I do know all the rules
I refuse to let you be the reason that I lose
And I ain't never been afraid of another MC that's just as dope as me
You must be outta your mind if you think you come close to me
I could rhyme, I could write, I could rap, I could sing, nigga, I can do it all
Got guns, got knifes, got bats, ain't a thing to go to war
You could get your baddest, biggest niggaz that you running with
I'm equipped with 16 hollow tips to fill up in this clip
I got a whole lot of niggaz that'll ride, you don't want to collide
Knock, knock, who is it? Knock, knock, who is it?
Knock, knock, who is it? Nigga, let me the fuck in
Knock, knock, who is it? Knock, knock, who is it?
Knock, knock, who is it? Nigga, let me the fuck in
C'mon
Y'all going to make a nigga kick down your door
Snatch your bricks, smack your bitch, sawed off
Everybody, hit the floor, anybody move, I'm poppin' off
Double R get shit jumping off, here's a brick bitch, nigga, pump it off
We the niggaz when it comes to war
When it comes to these streets we done it all
Damn niggaz say they don't like this verse
That's a quick way to catch a ride in a hearse
Skip the hospital, skip the nurse, get the casket, get the dirt
Dump the body with the shottie
When it comes to this shit, I spit the best
Fuck the rest, I spit the slang
And I got shit that'll split ya vest
I call the shots, you call the cops
Y'all niggaz never gave me all my props
I don't give a fuck if I ball or not
I'll get a motherfuckin' baller popped
Before a nigga let the mag pop
Get off Drag's cock
Since I came back niggaz mad, huh
Double R got a nigga back, huh, nigga
Knock, knock, who is it? Knock, knock, who is it?
Knock, knock, who is it? Nigga, let me the fuck in
Knock, knock, who is it? Knock, knock, who is it?
Knock, knock, who is it? Nigga, let me the fuck in
C'mon
May God be my witness by the time I'm finished my business
I'ma put my foot through the door, knock this bitch off the hinges
Soon as I step on the floor, I'm surrounded by women
Shoulda let me in in the beginning, too many beginners pretending
I can't believe how the industry keeps signing
Niggaz that ain't got no type of flow
They drop a little mixtape cop a little
V8 now think they got some dough
I wanna know what your problem is
I'm gettin' tired of executives
We belong in the record biz
Choc Ty that's is who it is
Black eye is the entertainment
Everything we drop you know is flaming
Straight to the top is where we aiming
Changing the game is what we claiming
We the best around
Let the games you playing around
I'm tired of knocking on the door
I'm 'bout knock it down
Knock, knock, who is it? Knock, knock, who is it?
Knock, knock, who is it? Nigga, let me the fuck in
Knock, knock, who is it? Knock, knock, who is it?
Knock, knock, who is it? Nigga, let me the fuck in
C'mon
Nigga, let me the fuck in

Yaaahoooooooooooooooo
Ooo yeah

I've been waiting (Oh yeah)
Spend my time chasing
For your love (Uh huh)
And it's going down tonight (It's going down tonight)
I've been waiting
Spend my time chasing (Yes I did)
For your love
And it's going down tonight (It's going down tonight)

What did you think you would do?
What did you think you'd say?
After I told you how I was feeling
Never thought I'd see this day
I always kept dreaming
Never let failure hurt my heart
I knew that you would soon see better
All I could do is hope and say
Is there a chance or possibility,
That I could get close to you?
I want to get romantic with you
Do all the things that lovers do
Finally all the things that I've done
To get the chance to be with you
It was sure 'nuff worth the wait
Tonight I'll be wrapped up in your arms


I always kept wishing
I always kept praying
Good things come to those who wait
That's what momma always said
Baby that phrase stuck in my head
There's nothing I won't do
To please you
Given the chance, I'll do you right
Even inside I have to know
Is there a chance or a possibility,
That I could get close to you?
I want to get romantic with you
Do all the things that lovers do
Finally all the things that I've done
To get the chance to be with you
I guess it was sure 'nuff worth the wait
Tonight I'll be wrapped up in your arms
X 2
Oooh
Oh yeah
Ooooh yeah
Baby
Oooooooooooooo
Oooh yeah
Ride or Die
Walk on by
Oh yeah
Heeeey

Baby, I'm a Ruff Ryder
Hey, I'm a Ruff Ryder
Oh no no, yeah yeah yeah
Mmm, hmm yeah
Woke up one Sunday morning
At the crack of dawn and
My baby left a letter
Tellin' me don't forget her
(Oh no)
She said I wasn't able
To keep our love stable
She knew that I was foolin' around
(Oh, yes she did)
She saw me with the girl downtown, downtown
So you sayin' that you love me baby
But you're gone forever and more
And more and more and more
And I'm gonna be sorry baby
'Cuz I want you more than before
And more and more and more
Now as the letter goes on
I'm reminded of the time when she's all alone
All the days that she's cried
But never once did I ever see the pain in her eyes
(No no)
She said that I was wrong
That a man who doesn't care isn't all alone
(Silly ass nigga)
If I could do it all again
Girl I know one thing is I would not let you go
So you sayin' that you love me baby
But you're gone forever and more
And more and more and more
And I'm gonna be sorry baby
'Cuz I want you more than before
And more and more and more
You walked away with nothin' to say
(Oh no)
Said you tired of the games I play
There ain't nothin that I wouldn't do
To find a way to get back to ya
Now you're gone and I'm all alone
(I'm all alone)
Wish that you, would come back home
You know I need you here in my life
All I wanna do is try to make right
So you sayin' that you love me baby
But you're gone forever and more
And more and more and more
And I'm gonna be sorry baby
'Cuz I want you more than before
And more and more and more
Baby, baby, baby
So you sayin' that you love me baby
Let me talk to ya
So you sayin' that you love me baby
(I know)
I should of spent more time with you
(So you sayin' that you love me baby)
Can I make it up to you?
I should of been more careful
(So you sayin' that you love me baby)
But you're gone forever and more
And more and more and more
And I'm gonna be sorry baby
'Cuz I want you more than before
And more and more and more
So you sayin' that you love me baby
But you're gone forever and more
And more and more and more
And I'm gonna be sorry baby
'Cuz I want you more than before
And more and more and more
Mmm-hmm, yeah
I should of spent more time with you
'Cuz you was my, baby boo
Rememba all the rocks in da park
Rememba when we made love in da dark
Rememba all da shit baby
And I'm gonna be sorry baby
'Cuz I want you more than before

[Daddy] You, over there....with those blue eyes and that blonde hair. Come here, ma!
[Girl] Yes?
[Daddy] I wanna ask you one muthafuckin' question.
[Girl] Yes, daddy?
[Daddy] What are you bitch?
[Girl] I'm a H-O-E...
[Daddy] Are you really? Are you really a H-O-E?
[Girl] I fucked the whole family...
[Daddy] Damn, my niggaz ain't gonna believe this shit.
[Girl] Then gang-bang me...
[Daddy] Oh, I'm gonna rough ride this pussy. I'ma rough ride this pussy.
[Girl] Then beat me....
[Daddy] Oh, I'd like to explore all three holes baby...
[Girl] Put it in my B-U-T-T-T
[Daddy] Ooo...you doin it like that? Oh you a gangsta, huh?
[Girl] Then pee on me...
[Daddy] Oh you a nasty little bitch. You nasty....
[Girl] Then shit on me...
[Daddy] Damn, my niggaz ain't gonna believe this shit. Its over...
[Girl] Then take me...
[Daddy] Oh, do you perform like a muthafuckin professional on camera?
[Girl] Like Janet Jack-me...
[Daddy] So how wide is the pussy? Tell me. How wide is the pussy?
[Girl] Like Vanessa Del Ri(o)....
[Daddy] Whooooo! All this freaky shit and you don't want no cake, no joe, no nothin'?
[Girl] I fuck for free...
[Daddy] There's gotta be a catch to this shit. Something is a catch 22. I don't feel it.
[Girl] I've got H-I-V...

Yeah, L O X, nigga
It don't stop
Keep goin and goin' and goin and goin'
Motherfuckers
You heard it from the P, you oughta know it's the truth
If I get you kidnapped and raped and thrown off a roof
You could nod your head to this like it's only a rap
'Cuz when these bullets hit your ass, I'm like it's only a gat
I need a funeral to feel good, I'm hopin' it's yours
Think you religious, heard he got shot in the cross
Holiday Styles, bitch, I broke most of the laws
Fuck with the poor, so flip to the boots, stick to the truth
Do anything it takes just to get to this loot
And missin' a tooth, but both of 'em chipped, told you the script
You heard about the trouble, I start most of the shit
When I squeeze ain't no controllin' the wrist
And niggas leave the room when they hear the P flowin' with swiss
I'm an ignorant and negative nigga
I sell crack, bust guns, pop shit and say, I'm better than niggas
You think not, I'll look at your man and level a nigga
If you think a rapper's better why don't you give me his name?
So I can run up on him, tear him up and give you his frame
When it comes to the streets, I'm the nigga to call
Five eight and three quarters, but I'm bigger than y'all
If I left the gun home, I'ma give you the sword
I'm the devil in the flesh, I can't give you the Lord
It don't make no sense for you to pray for your life
I got my niggas in the crib, you oughta pray for your wife
(Holiday)
I gotta make it to heaven for goin' through hell
(Holiday)
And I don't care if I sell, y'all know what I sell
(Holiday)
I use my left hand when I'm loadin' the shells
(Holiday)
'Cuz I know it ain't right, that's why I'm blowin' a L
Yo, I do it all for my niggas, even ride wit' a bomb
Get shot, die in his arm, and give him my last
It's a million dollar bail, I'ma get it in cash
I sell crack like it's '88, I live in the past
You know the P carry the gun, live in the mask
Tell niggas show me the money and gimme the stash
I like Malibu and pineapple, fiftys of hash
Hundreds of dro, wear my clothes a week in a row
Sleep on the floor, catch me right next to the door
I'm Holiday Styles and that's what the weaponry for
And I probably won't blow for the fact that I'm hard
But I'm good with ten million in the back of the car
Either that or get life and lift the rack in the yard
Gettin' jewels from the old timers, stashin' the cards
But jail ain't part of the plans
I keep weight on the scale 'cuz I feel I get further with grams
In my last few bars, I run through niggas like my last few cars
And crash 'em up
The boy mighta went platinum but don't gas him up
I get his length and his width and get his casket cut
I don't deal with the snakes and fakes
But I deal with the comas and wakes, I don't make mistakes
Double R now, bitch, you oughta know, I'ma ghost
Blow up your face, blow up the coke and blow up the smoke
(Holiday)
I gotta make it to heaven for goin' through hell
(Holiday)
And I don't care if I sell, y'all know what I sell
(Holiday)
I use my left hand when I'm loadin' the shells
(Holiday)
'Cuz I know it ain't right, that's why I'm blowin' a L
(Holiday)
I gotta make it to heaven for goin' through hell
(Holiday)
And I don't care if I sell, y'all know what I sell
(Holiday)
I use my left hand when I'm loadin' the shells
(Holiday)

Some people blonde peeps red benji something moving quickly
Out of town, how they gonna find her moving swiftly
5 Steps ahead of the best, well that's nothing
20 Steps ahead of the rest they left something
And I base not, want not, can't stand broads
Ridiculous niggas practice for the title 'hard'
Me, pick of the litter I was born to bubble y'all
Born to chain game, shit born to stand guard
Play games, you left nameless, fame ball
Promise that it's never painless, nigga be hard
Come and hope you can take the heat nigga, let's start
Strong as a stallion, babe you got a dog
And she feminine with pretty women friends, all dimes
Timberlands is how I like my men in all mines
Ruff ryde, you nigga hard head soft spine
Pass the word, must have stacks to cross lines
Don't want your dough, I don't want your car
Don't want your jewels, no not at all
With them other broads you might rule it all
Not with me, sorry boo I got it all
Don't want your dough, I don't want your car
Don't want your jewels, no not at all
With them other broads you might rule it all
Not with me, sorry boo I got it all
A chick is a chick a nut is a nut
And they always keep an attitude until you butter them up
Since I ain't gotta buy you stuff
Who's gonna hold you down if they try to run in here and tie you up
Now don't start flippin it, everybody know
We been had dough, ya just started gettin it
Money might make you grown
But you still need a dog to take you home and make you moan
You ain't gotta see the bank for loans
All I do is party and bullshit like when frank was home
And you got it all boo, I got it all too
A four, five, and a six, and they all blue
And I don't care what she thinks
If I offer you any ice love it'll be in a drink
And instead of talking about what you got and all that
Just make sure when I hit you, you call back
Don't want your dough, I don't want your car
Don't want your jewels, no not at all
With them other broads you might rule it all
Not with me, sorry boo I got it all
Don't want your dough, I don't want your car
Don't want your jewels, no not at all
With them other broads you might rule it all
Not with me, sorry boo I got it all
One touch will make a nigga blush on site
Grown men create a crush, nails they bite
It's a game, try to catch me, but only if you can
Takes a lot to impress the bombshell, don't want a man
And it ain't about the dough baby, eve alright
'Cause if eve want to fly away, eve take a flight
Eve hungry for a meal, baby eve get a bite
Be nice and you might get to see your daddy's life
Ma, I'm glad that you got it all, more for me
And I don't gotta pay for the puss I score for free
And the same thing I pulled on them I pulled on you
C'mon now, how you think I pulled your crew
Got my own crib so you can't kick me out
I call one of your friends to come twist me out
If you know jada- then you know what -kiss be about
Just for fun I hit the bank and pull fifty out
Don't want your dough, I don't want your car
Don't want your jewels, no not at all
With them other broads you might rule it all
Not with me, sorry boo I got it all
Don't want your dough, I don't want your car
Don't want your jewels, no not at all
With them other broads you might rule it all
Not with me, sorry boo I got it all
Don't want your dough, I don't want your car
Don't want your jewels, no not at all
With them other broads you might rule it all

Ruff Ryders
Next generation
I didn't see the empire
If you want Jacksons with a system that'll wake up the dead
With a truck full of birds feedin' them bread
And before y'all bet just noticed that
(Uh huh)
I treat dice games like football
I pop niggaz and don't give 'em a quarter back
And then I'm spendin' that in the store where the linen at
Same night in the club where the Cris' and the women at
Y'know, twenty-three with a hell of a flow
Six with no steering wheel, I just tell it where to go, uh
"Stop, make a right at the bar", to all the C.E.O.'s it's ten o'clock
Do you know where your artists are?
Dee, I'm in the club smellin' like Cristal cologne
Dial Star 8 2 before you call my phone
A little boy in a grown man's world
But as a little boy I could fuck a grown man's girl
And if I bust in your mother then you become my enemy
Get it? Enemy? Uhh
Ladies is jumpin', niggaz is thumpin'
Bottles is poppin', it's gonna be sumthin'
'Cause I don't care if my ladies in here
And you know, I don't care if your niggaz in here, uhh
Ladies is jumpin', niggaz is thumpin'
Bottles is poppin', it's gonna be sumthin'
(It's gon' be somethin')
'Cause I don't care if my ladies in here
And you know, I don't care if your niggaz in here, whoo
Let's get shit poppin'
Ladies, call me Cross cause I hit the spottin'
And I, stay fresh 'cause they take me shoppin'
We can en-joy life as the cash spends, yeah
(Uh huh)
Flash Bent's, fast Benz
(Uh huh)
(whoo)
You and me Ma, your man's past-tense
(Let's go)
And I'ma wait to put the baby asleep
'Cause you know, I'ma hit you while your baby asleep
Whoo, to say this a creep, after I nuttin'
Bitch, I'm a pimp, I ain't askin' for nuttin'
I mastered frontin', fuck cocky, I got Olympic ice
Rock's the size of Olympic lights, uhh
Ladies is jumpin', niggaz is thumpin'
Bottles is poppin', it's gonna be sumthin'
'Cause I don't care if my ladies in here
And you know, I don't care if your niggaz in here, uhh
Ladies is jumpin', niggaz is thumpin'
Bottles is poppin', it's gonna be sumthin'
(It's gon' be somethin')
'Cause I don't care if my ladies in here
And you know, I don't care if your niggaz in here, whoo
They call me dick 'em down, slick 'em, I'm quick to hit 'em
They call me dick 'em down lovely, it's nothin' above me
You know, a house is not a house unless there's four drive-ways
While I be in the club pourin' Cris' sideways
And I'm standin' outside to wipe out your team
And come to your funeral and pour out casket cream
Yeah, I said slow down honey
I'm 'bout to wrap you up in jewels like Egyptian mummies
'Cause when I.N.C. die they puttin' our face on money
Ain't that funny? Y'all haters move and get stoled on
You know we keep killers under the wing like roll-on
You ain't never seen nothin' like this before
Y'all been gettin' straight cook up nigga, we straight raw
And if you did, you lyin' to yourself for these past days
We like Big, we get more butts than ashtrays nigga
Ladies is jumpin', niggaz is thumpin'
Bottles is poppin', it's gonna be sumthin'
'Cause I don't care if my ladies in here
And you know, I don't care if your niggaz in here, uhh
Ladies is jumpin', niggaz is thumpin'
Bottles is poppin', it's gonna be sumthin'
'Cause I don't care if my ladies in here
And you know, I don't care if your niggaz in here, whoo
Ladies is jumpin', niggaz is thumpin'
Bottles is poppin', it's gonna be sumthin'
'Cause I don't care if my ladies in here
And you know, I don't care if your niggaz in here, uhh
Ladies is jumpin', niggaz is thumpin'
Bottles is poppin', it's gonna be sumthin'
'Cause I don't care if my ladies in here

Ruff ryder nigga, volume 2
We show niggas the meaning of ryde or die
So all that bullshit you talking, go head nigga
You don't gotta slap me five or give me a hug
And it hurts when you gotta kill a nigga you love
But I'm gone deal wit my enemies sooner
Cause I got'em looking for my solo album like kennedy jr
Fuck crush ice, go head and get your shine on
I'm bout to cop rocks that y'all niggas can climb on
Don't worry bout why I ain't got mine on
I want some new shit, I don't want nothing that you can tell time on
Things ain't all good right now
Cause some more niggas die an turn all you in the hood right now
Y'all can stop acting like that nigga j gone squeeze
Cause all I got is misdeameanors and some acd's
Y'all gon make me lay something down I promise
And puff wear scarmas and listen to carl thomas
Puff running and hide and we coping more guns
An we coming outside cause somebody gotta die
Go head you know we getting plenty of dough
Go head you know we lighting plenty of dro
Go head you know we coming from y-o
Go head truly though go head really though
Go head you know we hitting plenty of hos
Go head you know we ripping plenty of shows
Go head you know we coming from y-o
Go head truly though go head really though
Now I warned y'all niggas that sheek was the one
Now I'm warning y'all niggas that I got my gun
Read to kill, don't worry bout no doctor bill
It ain't gone be one of those just yo casket clothes
Lox, nah you rather fuck wit the cops
Cause I pop and turn y'all like the optimum box
No paper feud, it's straight hate wit dude
So I'm hungry and let the morgue zip up your crew
You wanna hope on our dicks and go whilly yo bikes
And wear ruff ryder tees, motherfucker please
You a poke-a-nose nigga, want you stick to the skis
And I don't hear a nigga raps no more
So I don't bother to go in the store an cop y'all shit
Only time I cop y'all shit if lox on it
I shoot you in yo mouth ain't no calling the cops
I want my shit back like cash flo and elian's pop
Go head you know we getting plenty of dough
Go head you know we lighting plenty of dro
Go head you know we coming from y-o
Go head truly though go head really though
Go head you know we hitting plenty of hos
Go head you know we ripping plenty of shows
Go head you know we coming from y-o
Go head truly though go head really though
I'm always that, I'm always this
But the floor stay nasty like hallway piss
If you here the p spitting it's a deep ass song
When I die mama bury me wit street clothes on
Cause drama be the threapy, the beef goes on
Should've been speaking out of it makes it a lot
But I was fucking wit the savages, kicking the drop
Live for the money, die for my niggas, run from the law
Catch me smoking my weed or fucking your whore
Push my whip to the limit kind of hoping it flip
Throw my clip to the tip kind of hoping you flip
I feel sorry for the crackheads, but happy for myself
So I got mixed feelings about this hussling shit
I keep saying I'm gone quit after a couple of bricks
But I can't stop building and I don't pop children
But I got no problem kidnapping a bitch
Go head you know we getting plenty of dough
Go head you know we lighting plenty of dro
Go head you know we coming from y-o
Go head truly though go head really though
Go head you know we hitting plenty of hos
Go head you know we ripping plenty of shows
Go head you know we coming from y-o
Go head truly though go head really though
Go head you know we getting plenty of dough
Go head you know we lighting plenty of dro
Go head you know we coming from y-o
Go head truly though go head really though
Go head you know we hitting plenty of hos
Go head you know we ripping plenty of shows
Go head you know we coming from y-o

We, we are the champions, we can't stop
'Cause you just can't keep them
Ruff Ryders down, down, down
By any means necessary, I'mma hold down tradition
White tee, blue jeans, yeah, I fit the description
Know what's richer for the drugs in our waist
We dark so they put the flashlight in our face
Racial profiling send me straight to the island
Hit me with the night stick, the captain start smiling
The foul smell of the ghetto will burn your nose hair
It's forbidden, so no one goes there
The struggle never stops 'til we wake up to spoiled milk
And roaches crawling out our cereal box
They feed us lies, blind our eyes
If you're hand's the same color as mine's, black man rise
To all my hustlers pumping cracks behind the buildings
Ghetto children this is how we living
All my gangsta soldiers in the prison
Don't worry it's a totally new beginning
To all my hustlers pumping cracks behind the buildings
Ghetto children this is how we living
All my gangsta soldiers in the prison
Don't worry it's a totally new beginning
My people's been in the cage for criminal ways
For the fact that we couldn't take minimum wage
We had stacks in the back of the building
Brothers is crooks but we still read books to the children
Now I keep my mind in the movement
Time in the movement 'cause the ghetto need a lot of improvement
Now we gotta plan for the future and watch for the man
'Cause they don't cuff you no more, they just shoot ya
Time for a new beginning, revolution is coming
See the bullets out the ruger spinning
And we ain't gon' stand down, we gon' stand up
Black man, black power, put your black hands up
To all my hustlers pumping cracks behind the buildings
Ghetto children this is how we living
All my gangsta soldiers in the prison
Don't worry it's a totally new beginning
To all my hustlers pumping cracks behind the buildings
Ghetto children this is how we living
All my gangsta soldiers in the prison
Don't worry it's a totally new beginning
I used to wear bow ties and listen to Farrakhan
Now I'm on the block like the strip is a marathon
The hood ain't been the same since Malcolm and King gone
Tales from the hood is what I sing on a rap song
Everybody petrified ever since 9/11
The hood was under attack before 9/11
Tell me how we got crack and automatic weapons?
My worst nightmare is Bush getting re-elected
The jails is packed, everybody stressed out
Gimme the key and I'm letting all the lifers out
So they could rebuild and work for a dollar bill
Take the shackles off ya mind, we running outta time
To all my hustlers pumping cracks behind the buildings
Ghetto children this is how we living
All my gangsta soldiers in the prison
Don't worry it's a totally new beginning
To all my hustlers pumping cracks behind the buildings
Ghetto children this is how we living
All my gangsta soldiers in the prison

All my niggaz, all my bitches
Get high, get drunk get wild buck fool
You know my style, get crunk
Bitches bounce, niggaz bounce
And let me give you that funk shit, blunt shit
While I make you bang it out your trunk
You cats, talk slick but walk quick when the dog hit
The dog hits coming back to the raw shit
Aww shit, they done let me back out the gate
Back out to tape, back out to rape
Back off the chains so please back out the way
Before I blow ya back out with this fuckin' AK
Don't give a fuck what a nigga say no matter who he sound like
Make sure you know what the rain is but it's gonna be coming down like
Cats and dogs, hold up it is cats and dogs
Keep fucking with the dog its gonna be cats in the morgue
Twenty-two million, sold let's keep it real
Most y'all killers ain't even twenty-two years old
Ain't never felt the cold wet behind the ears
Know what real pain is, cried real tears
I go hard bogard and stand my ground
Fuck y'all niggaz, it's how it's goin' down, baby
All my niggaz, all my bitches
Get high, get drunk get wild buck fool
You know my style, get crunk
Bitches bounce, niggaz bounce
Let me give you that funk shit, blunt shit
While I make you bang it out your trunk
It just don't look right, bullshit coke don't cook right
The judge ain't throwin' the book right
Should thank the Lord that you blew up softy
Don't talk greasy you grew up off me
I ain't letting go of the block
And if I get a good enough grip I ain't lettin' go of the lock
If I happen to pinched, I ain't goin' to shock
I'm gonna to get aquatinted with niggaz in general pop
Stop but don't hate, ?cause everybody got a lil' blood to donate
The thugs'll go ape, the women'll come around
Shortly after that is when the jealousy sets in
Then they'll shut it down
It's just raspy nothin' on the neck wrist ware just classy
There's no way I'm letting this money just get past me
When all I had to do in the first place
From the beginning was get nasty
All my niggaz, all my bitches
Get high, get drunk get wild buck fool
You know my style, get crunk
Bitches bounce, niggaz bounce
And let me give you that funk shit, blunt shit
While I make you bang it out your trunk
Niggaz been waitin' for that west coast shit, I tell them to go fish
Blowin' purple in a purple Laker jersey wit' the gold kicks
Bitches be like Toon you a mutha fuckin' trip
Hop in the whip and lean till that mutha fucka flip
And every club in Cali crackin' it's gangsta town
Keep a couple of niggaz with me that'll bang you down
Now lil' mama put switches on and make it jump
Before me you needed Lil' Jon to make it crunk
Now for real come to Cali player take ya pump
My New York niggaz leave y'all wit' razor bumps
Now pappa raised a rolling stone, I feel like pops
In the absence of Makaveli, I feel like Pac
So even though I got the deal I still might pop
Right in front of the po, po you could feel my shots
Man, all my niggaz carry bangers we feel like SWAT
And that's the reason why Rialto feel like Watts, come on
All my niggaz, all my bitches
Get high, get drunk get wild buck fool
You know my style, get crunk
Bitches bounce, niggaz bounce
And let me give you that funk shit, blunt shit
While I make you bang it out your trunk
Can't fly, get away
You know my style
Bang it out your trunk

[Swizz] Flesh, what's poppin' baby?
[Flesh] Chillin man, you know, you know how it is. Holdin' down the DJ crown.
[Swizz] OK.
[Flesh] heh. Yeah....
[Swizz] But yo I got a situation here man.
[Flesh] Alright, talk to me.
[Swizz] You know I don't really talk that much, you know, I'm pretty a low type dude. But you know I be reading this, these magazines and all that.
[Flesh] Why da' hate man?
[Swizz] Yeah!
[Flesh] Why da' fuckin hate?
[Swizz] Yeah.
[Flesh] You know what the problem is man? Fuck da' haters. Let 'em understand that Swizz Beatz has the crown and don't be upset.
[Swizz] Always.
[Flesh] Hows it going down? Ryde or Die part 2...it's gonna be ugly?
[Swizz] Frenzy...
[Flesh] hehehehe. Aiiight.
[Swizz] Word up, so you hold it down man, you know, come into the station, let me chicka, chicka, chicka.
[Flesh] Do what you need to do as you always do. Shout to Dee and Waah, word up.
[Swizz] Word up.

[Swizz] What up Bus, whats poppin.
[Busta] Fuck is the deal, my nigga?
[Swizz] Ain't nothin, you know we doing this man. These niggaz on. They hatin' on ya boy man.
[Busta] Niggaz is tryin to carry on ?
[Swizz] No question.
[Busta] Aiight. Well, first and foremost, all we really need to do to handle a situation like that...you send them niggaz to come see me. Because I got a hand full of niggaz that stay doing nothin'. Real anxious lookin for niggaz like them kinda niggaz.
[Swizz] Right.
[Busta] Put one of them long black steel things in their fuckin mouth.
[Swizz] No question.
[Busta] It ain't even a problem nigga it can be dealt with accordingly. Fuck them niggaz. Let's show them niggaz how we do it on this next shit we about to bring in their fuckin' face. Right now nigga, Flipmode/Ruff Ryder way nigga.

Eve: I use to be shy and now I'm a ruff ryder
Man: the ruff ryders, the ruff ryders, ruff ryders, I'm a ruff ryder baby, wussup
Eve: nigga you can't be serious
Man: whatchu talkin about?
Eve: you not even a ruff type nigga
Man: I'm a ruff type nigga baby, you don't know ruff, I'm ruff. you talkin about ruff ryders here...
Eve: nigga, you a fuckin clown....
Man: what are you talkin bout, I'm a clown? I'm a ruff ryder baby, don't even play yourself. r-o-u-g-h-f, ruff ryder
Eve: see, you can't even spell the words ruff ryders
Man: I know what I'm talkin about
Eve: you're not a ruff ryder
Man: I'm a ruff ryder, I'm a ruff ryder
Eve: you're not a ruff ryder
Man: I am a ruff ryder
Eve: you know what you are?
Man: what?

Attention please, attention please
Can I have everybody's attention please
So humorous, we laugh at all y'all
The alliance has now been officially formed
Ruff Ryder, Flipmode, 2000, it's now official baby
It's another head banger
Swizz Beats, who hits on your streets every six weeks
I be on the MP so much that my wrist's weak
Ain't shit sweet, pile 'em in here
All my thugs in the clubs start wildin' in here
Now put your bottles in the air, then light your dutches
Me and Busta keep it tight like liposuction
Niggas that don't like me get the knife for frontin'
'Cause one night in the club gets your life on crutches
You got that whodie, I'll cock that forty
Flyin' in the 5 with the top back on it
Stop that shorty, I know you love me
Probably sample one of my beats then owe me money
Plus you don't know me money, so stop the rumors
Before you need the janitors to come mop the room up
Ryde or Die Volume two, smash the charts
Now put your hands in the air for the black Mozart, oh
Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it
Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it
Y'all niggas try to front, I'll send my crew on a hunt
Bunch of scheming ass niggas smoking gats and blunts
Busta Rhymes, Flipmode represent
For the Ruff Ryder, and my nigga Swizz
And we gonna be here to present
Y'all niggas with some other shit to bang in the street
And block the fuck out, bang the fuckin' floor with your feet
Before we bang y'all niggas all with the heat
Feed y'all niggas more gutters like a mutherfuckin' all you can eat
And make you bounce how poncho will play the Congo
And bang on the bongo, free to bounce on the bongo
From New York to Colorado, so just follow
I'm living for today and livin' tomorrow
Open up your mouth, I got somethin' big for you to swallow
Blow you through the chest with a hollow
Like the foul shit you waste and transpired right in front the impalo
Yo, the general Busta Busta shock and memorable
You know we precious like minerals, and deadly like burials
Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it
Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it
Listen, Flipmode and Ruff Ryders bang out hits
S W I two Z's bang out clips
Bang out chicks, for fun we bang out whips
Y'all go to war with revolvers that bang out flicks
Now find me on two-fifth in the summer when it starts
And iced up, nice cut, new pair of Jordans
Thinkin' of extortin', nigga your life ain't important
Your camp hotter than ours, the fuck y'all snortin'
My thugs bang out bricks, swing, mix, throw dem grams
Hash smokers, hopin' more and out of soda cans
Yo Swizz, I heard you stole, whoa, listen man
Mindin' my business will make you a missin' man
See the wrist and hand, got plaques on the wall
And a fifth in hand, I'll put your back on the wall
Nigga don't ask me no more about nuttin' you hear
Just scream and shout and just wild in here
Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it
Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it
Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it
Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it
Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it
Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it
New York, they ain't ready for it
A T L, they ain't ready for it
Oh, oh, oh, they ain't ready for it
Whoa, oh, oh, they ain't ready for it
My ladies
Millennium

Uh-oh, don't tell me, don't tell me it's another one of these PK joints
Not another P. Killer joint, oh, my motherfuckin' God, uh, uh, uh
You better stop that, before I come ridin' back
Right back to you, I know you wouldn't like that
We don't need no, extra offer see
Wasn't really no friend of mine, wasn't really no friend of mine
I'm part of the meek, started to speak, at age 10
Other kids were ridin' bikes, but that was the age when
I became a man, learned to stand, on my own
One dog, no bone, so young, so grown
Kid left home, shit got harder, kid got smarter
Did my part of the bad shit, I was the starter
Came from the heart of the hood, not lookin' too good
Fuckin' did what I could, ready to bitch in the wood
For all the shit you do, just when you think you sly
What goes around, comes around, the wrong damn time
Maybe too late, but damn, I shoulda did that back then
Shoulda thought about that then, now come on out the den
Slowly, come on, keep your hands where I can see 'em
You don't know me, but we already got wifey tied up in the BM
And know who set you up? That bitch with the crazy ass
Another shorty, another party of your shady past
You better stop that, before I come ridin' back
Right back to you, I know you wouldn't like that
We don't need no, extra offer see
Wasn't really no friend of mine, wasn't really no friend of mine
God, don't like ugly, all that love me, wanna plug me
But fuck me, it's about this really what you want G?
The more dirt you do, the more dirt you get
More fake niggas that ride, that'll jerk your dick
The more you think your slick, but somebody sees everything
Sometimes the thieves never hang
They remain, outlaws, wild dogs, outdoors
Strippin' cats about yours, it's all about claws
Beggin', scratchin', weighin' and matchin'
You stayin' with the batch, and playin' with what you catchin'
Do unto others, as you would have others do unto you, that's under you
You must first separate from, then connect with
Fuckin' with that X shit, this the best shit
Motherfuck the rest bitch, it's all about this
Do what you do, and you get what you get
You better stop that, before I come ridin' back
Right back to you, I know you wouldn't like that
We don't need no, extra offer see
Wasn't really no friend of mine, wasn't really no friend of mine
See what it boils down to, is that it all comes through
Remember what you do, 'cause it's gon' come true
A little harder than you did it, but that's the way it is
I ain't know it be like this, but that's the way it is
Keep fuckin' with them kids, 'cause they all get grown and shit
When they get they own, what's gon' been that you shown 'em
Fuck how to take a bone? How to rob a nigga of his throne?
How to be left standin' alone?
Get a nigga gone, that ain't right, do it yourself, be a man and fight
Nigga earn your stripes, I damn sure earned mine
I already know your language, now try to learn mine
Dig will you find, and when you find you keep
I done spelled it out for you, but you niggas is still asleep
6 feet deep, was just around the corner
Be surprised how many niggas, wanna, wanna
You better stop that, before I come ridin' back
Right back to you, I know you wouldn't like that
We don't need no, extra offer see
Wasn't really no friend of mine, wasn't really no friend of mine
You better stop that, before I come ridin' back
Right back to you, I know you wouldn't like that
We don't need no, extra offer see

Aiyyo these niggaz is crazy baby
They can't fuck with the Dog
(Ya know)
Yo swizz, swizz
(My nigga)
Swizz, swizz, swizz
Another one?
(Swizz)
Another one?
(Another one?)
Are we bein' greedy or what?
I don't think so
C'mon baby, like you don't know these streets is, that bad
They'll find yo' body but in pieces
'Cause the beast is on some real cruddy shit
About to split yo' wig with some bloody shit
I ain't droppin' nuttin' but that ugly shit
(C'mon)
Bite yo hand like I tried yo man 'cause what you sayin' is nuttin'
Must really think I'm playin' but I'll be layin' while you bluffin'
Look out, they done let that crook out, and I took out
Enough of yo' family, to have a fuckin' cookout
But what kind of get-together, is it when everyone get hit together
Or when I'm in the chair, just before they hit the leather
(C'mon)
I'ma say it, 'til I know, how much strength is left
And curse all who will breathe in the stench of death
Though on the sixth day after I'm buried I will rise
Enbalmin' fluid in my veins and blood, in my eyes
And them guys that was laughin' don't even smile anymore
How many four-pound rounds can yo' ass endure?
Twenty more, of that raw, stripped to the flesh
(What)
A thousand pounds of pressure
Shit that rip through the vest and pull yo' chest
But what's a Ruff Ryder supposed to do, when you frontin'?

Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him nigga
Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him nigga
Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him nigga
Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him nigga
Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him nigga
Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him nigga
Let them lames know you ain't playin' with 'em
Shit real, I know how baggin' a whole brick feel
Big deal, hit the garage and switch wheels
My chicks real, with the menage and tip drills
Give me a massage, then show me how them lips feel
I'm shinin' cause I'm clinin' on the strip still
And I grip steel, still keep the clip steel
Everything I spit real, everything I spit ill
Everything I spit sick, for real
When shit switch, ain't shit changed
Like Rick James, I'm rich, bitch
Get change, big chain and wrist gliss
I'm with game, I'ma make cake like this quick
My album went gold in a month, that was a quick flip
Don't say shit, bitch 'cause niggaz with the lip bit
Ain't one in the gun, 'till it go click click
Then I'ma switch clips and squeeze like toothpaste
Palm over my forearm so I could shoot straight
Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him nigga
Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him nigga
Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him nigga
Let them lames know you ain't playin' with 'em
My objective is to live lavish, rip mad kids
Jin stand out like Swiss ad libs
Compared to me, your shit's average, no matter how you come
Should've been spit on volume one, tell your corner it's time
Throw in the towel, you done
Call up Jimmy, Kevin Lyles, whoever you want
It's a wrap, your career cannot be saved
Fuck makin' a comeback, you ain't Flavor Flav
Before my album dropped, I rocked show for G's
Blowin' trees, while I'm tourin' overseas
Flew to PR, won a quick fifty G's
And I'm still poppin' up on Smack DVD's
Ain't got no platinum plaques for records sold
But if eatin' rappers was sales, I'm seven times gold
Bout to blow, get set for detonation
Speakin' on behalf of the next generation
Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him nigga
Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him nigga
Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him nigga
Let them lames know you ain't playin' with 'em
No matter what they spit us, I still ain't convinced
Not at all, your brains over the window, make it look like you got red tints
Hope your GT got a bulletproof F R O N T
Pop with them slugs and give a fuck about your Bentley
You a punk and I'm a boss boy, it's the U Cheeks
And I ain't talkin' 'bout that nigga from 'The Lost Boys'
The barrel was too big, you had to see the fall
You had to see that havin' it all was just a casualty of war
I got keys like a chord when I'm swingin' a sword
I could bring you the law, got them things on the fog
We the best and I ain't got to spit a punchline
'Cause I do sit ups all over the track when it's crunch time
Fuck this rap shit, I've been realer, you got thin scrilla
I'll put this machete through the side of your chin chilla
Black hoodie with the matchin' fitted
Don't come up short lil' nigga, we even clappin' midgets
Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him nigga
Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him nigga
Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him nigga
Let them lames know you ain't playin' with 'em
Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him nigga
Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him nigga
Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him nigga

Ruff Ryders niggas, blood in, blood out
Sheek, Methical
Yo yo, hey yo
Soon as I cop the nine, I pop the nine
But when I take it out the box, I represent Lox
Now when I flow, you hit the rewind button
So I charge out more, want it all at the door
Fuck heat, Sheek, walk around with an oven
Who you gonna kill with that little Foreman grill?
How's it gonna look when I come through your block?
Sheek, Funk Doc, Meth on top
Porsche, 300 horse fly by
Back open, pumpin' How High
Yeah, can y'all see that, bitch
You can call me whatcha want 'cuz I'll Be Dat
Get off my dick, I don't care about no jewels
As long as the condo's paid and the truck I choose
I'm telling y'all niggaz, if it's not double R
You can spell my name out on the side of the car
Come and Ruff Ryde with us
If you wanna get high with us
If you wanna get down with us
Come on now, yeah, come on
Come and Ruff Ryde with us
If you wanna get high with us
If you wanna get down with us
Come on now
Yo, yo, I got a twin cam exhaust connected to the jaw
A five speed clutch on my paw when I write
I glow like the pegs in Lite-Brite
3000 volts of lightnin' when ya fly the right kite
Me and Meth be Hennesey, two ice cubes
We can draw or do I choose?
When I choose the grip, one shot lose your hip
I hope your shoes fit for this move and pick
My avalanche, it came with 10 feet of snow
I'm cold blooded, my fam half Eskimo
My flows move like endo
Turn ten nickels to ten loads out of ten stones
Ride the crash course, do the math on it
Swizz Beatz, you can ride Amtrak on it
But I'm on it, grillin' with George Foreman
Ya peeps is at the Grammy Awards cornin'
The ice, the fat wallet son, I won it
In the helicopter warnin' before mornin'
Def Jam nigga, Redman nigga, Doc
Fuck ya momma on my sweat band, nigga
You tough guys will get smacked in the club
With the gun that I bought from Mack in the club
It's P P P from Bricks to Brook-nam
Bring me some more ass to whoop on
Come and Ruff Ryde with us
If you wanna get high with us
If you wanna get down with us
Come on now, yeah, come on
Come and Ruff Ryde with us
If you wanna get high with us
If you wanna get down with us
Come on now, yeah, come on
Look what the cat dragged in
Underground dweller from the cellar bring terror
Scooper high yellow Cinderella, Meth forever
Never rush a rhyme, hook could never bust my nine
But if I have to, I have to
It's all in the mind, I stay ahead of time
While you're falling behind, trying to relight ya lime
It's a crime when I drop online's design
That tick, tick boom, blow your mind
Yeah me, M E T H the O the D
Can't be done like tryin' to find a penny in the sea
Nigga, run for cover son, go and get them guns
Y'all ain't from here, don't try to come around and gettin' ones
Swizz Beatz, the track in the head, but I instead
Pull my dart gun and bust sixteen until it's dead
I'm The Game, all of my dogs be off the chain
Yelling Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
Come and Ruff Ryde with us
If you wanna get high with us
If you wanna get down with us
Come on now, yeah, yeah, come on
Come and Ruff Ryde with us
If you wanna get high with us
If you wanna get down with us
Come on now, yeah, come on
Come and Ruff Ryde with us
If you wanna get high with us
If you wanna get down with us
Come on now, yeah, yeah, come on

Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh ugh
What y'all niggas want, huh?
Ugh, ugh, ugh
Lubia huh? Papi screamin' out of they mouth
Bomb shell just a second, mami wanna speak out
What I need in my life, make ya body freak out
Baby seem like the type, married niggaz sneak out
Like I'm ballin' y'all, yes I be appallin' ya'll
Boss type hold it down, wantin' all of y'all
Callin' y'all never chasin' me down
Three weeks, heartbroken, yes, you hatin' me now
She speaks soft spoken, till she datin' the clown
I'm takin' 'em down, reel 'em in and makin' em drown
Mistake, I said gimme that, but I'm takin' it now
What I need from a nigga, negative in his sound
Or dasity even askin' me, for ass, I laugh
This bitch is fast and free, swatin' 'em off
When I see this niggas a flea, plotin' of cost for riches
Millionaire wannabe, uh huh
What y'all niggas want?
(What we want, wha?)
Can't touch
(Uh)
All y'all niggaz need
(What we need in our life?)
Is right here with me
(Uh)
Sounds y'all wanna hear
(Who dat, who dat?)
Swizz Beatz
(Uh)
I'm the one you fear
(Why?)
It's my time, feel me
Popular since I started my life
Eve you know my name, probably the dangerous type
Brick house stallion, think you taming me right?
Not this baby Val Philly streets, they raisin' her right
Keep it pretty or can make it gritty be a lady
Need boots pocket books and a baby 380
But prefer to keep it, calm and cool
When I'm heated I suggest you move
Just avoid a bad situation, what you got to prove?
Leave her be, chicken squakin' hatin' frequently
Manic Man is obsessed and stalkin' me
If he, icy enough, I'm pricin' his stuff
Be nicy enough, to let him spin, I'm callin' ya bluff
Puttin' it down, Ruff Ryders puttin' they work
Snatched up the illest viscous pittbull in a skirt
Makin' em hurt, haters steady dishin' up dirt
Changin' the game, settin' the rules, makin' it work, uh
What y'all niggas want?
(What we want, wha?)
Can't touch
(Uh)
All y'all niggaz need
(What we need in our life?)
Is right here with me
(Uh)
Sounds y'all wanna hear
(Who dat, who dat?)
Swizz Beatz
(Uh)
I'm the one you fear
(Why?)
It's my time, feel me
Leavin' 'em scared, mami takin' all of this here
All of this fame I'm hungry, hope you cats is prepared
Niggas, set me up and I'mma take it and run
Think it's a game, just check out how my format is done
Stalkin' ya shine and I do it to perfection
Made a promise everytime I touch the mic to bless 'em
Used to tease me how I keep is greezy just to test 'em
Eve handcuff niggas but I don't arrest 'em
Shorty bang, hear the niggaz sayin'
Shout my name, make the thugish niggas scream
Watchin' me entertain, dicks brick when I like the lips
Just keepin' it plain
Fantasizin' about this bitch, got 'em goin' insane
Ooh's and ahh's, 5'7" thick in the thighs
Every thugs dream wife, see the love in they eyes
My time to shine, whole package make her a dime
Want some more? It ain't over, just keep pressin' rewind, uh
What y'all niggas want?
(What we want, wha?)
Can't touch
(Uh)
All y'all niggaz need
(What we need in our life?)
Is right here with me
(Uh)
Sounds y'all wanna hear
(Who dat, who dat?)
Swizz Beatz
(Uh)
I'm the one you fear
(Why?)
It's my time, feel me
What y'all niggas want?
(What we want, wha?)
Can't touch
(Uh)
All y'all niggaz need
(What we need in our life?)
Is right here with me
(Uh)
Sounds y'all wanna hear
(Who dat, who dat?)
Swizz Beatz
(Uh)
I'm the one you fear
(Why?)
It's my time, feel me
(Uh)
Uh, 99, like 2000
Ruff Ryders, Dru Hill
Swizz beats, Eve

Ruff Ryder for life (hey)
Ruff Ryder for life (hey)
Ruff Ryder for life (hey)
(Styles P)
I'm on my new shit
you ain't listening good
I pull out the hawk use it as a q-tip
shot gun up in ya nostrils I'm hostile
D-block totally apostle but no church's
lay you out is my soul purpose (yeah)
Light a blunt hear the ghost out
I could make ya soul surface
Here's my philosophy I ain't really chillin
til I'm looking out the windows and see deers on the property
rabbits hopping around habit's popping pound
lighting blunts constantly ain't no time for me
SP the war lord take ya jaw off wit a saw-off sawed off
Top floor or the waldorf bagging the yay
we stil trying to get a wagon a today (uh!)
This is D-block nigga holiday Styles
and I never put my magnum away (hey)
(Chorus)
(Styles P) My yak, My cups, My niggaz, My ice,
Ruff Ryder 4 Life (hey)
(Sheek Louch) My dutch, My haze, My spot, My life,
Ruff Ryder 4 Life (hey)
(Styles P) My money, My house, My Car, My Ice,
Ruff Ryder 4 Life (hey)
(Sheek Louch) My niggaz Ryde or die side by side by side,
you know why? Ruff Ryder 4 Life (hey)
(Jadakiss)
Yo, It a shame what the game has come to
The pen got a lot niggaz under the same pressure, the gun do
I understand you living but not that life
and stop it you just aight you not that nice
nigga I pack arenas pack the ninas
twenty thou worth of fabric pack the cleaners
and I just can't say it any clearer
only nigga that'll give it to me is the man in the mirror
They hate it but they love it in exchange
Piped out the denim seat covers in the Range
Wiped out all the above slots, I'm never gon' cool off
Nigga I'm dumb hot, I get it in one whop
My man said I need a one to three, he illin
All I need is another 1 in 3 million
Oh yeah it's nothin to murk you
I realize it really ain't worth it when I'm puffin the purple (hey)
(Chorus)
(Sheek Louch)
Yo, Yo, I don't rely on my voice to hold me (nah)
I spit don't promise niggaz shit can't a gangsta fold me
I bring it to the hardest nigga in ya crew (what up?)
baby nine that let off like a miniature ooz
we could let it ratta - tatta (yeah)
climb the fire escape ladder
Dump out watch muh'fuckers scatter
Lose bladder, piss in ya favorite jeans
Niggaz make-up more shit than Maybeline
The Vince McMahon, Ted DeBiase
Thirty of Courvoise', blunt in my mouth
Crack in the streets weed bags bustin out
Dime bitches that I'm fuckin wanna curse me out
Hatin niggaz in the hood wanna hearse me out
Fuck 'em, come do it, the rifle is antique
knife on the tip glorying niggaz
got connects with some old civil warrior niggaz lets go

(feat. Noreaga, Pirate)
[Hook]
Tell me what you want mami is it my heart
You know it papi gimme reggeaton
Tell me if you like it so I can be your man
You sure daddy gimme reggeaton
Tell me what you want mami is it my heart
You know it papi gimme reggeaton
Tell me if you like it so I can be your man
You sure daddy gimme reggeaton
[Verse 1]
Tell me what you want I'm down with double R
Everybody know pirate is out this world
This is for the cats fighting fevers
Keep fight till the club closes
And if your them girls that get down
I'm on fire so all ya getting burned down
A lot of them reveal to see
And I let them do what they want
The one's that stay I front them
Suit and a flag and I take a few with me
I ain't no saint that's why I wake them up
I like her so much that with Nore I sing to her
I hold her and caress her... I'm a complete man
That's why girls don't leave me alone
And I give them what they ask for
And this is what they decide
[Hook]
Tell me what you want mami is it my heart
You know it papi gimme reggeaton
Tell me if you like it so I can be your man
You sure daddy gimme reggeaton
Tell me what you want mami is it my heart
You know it papi gimme reggeaton
Tell me if you like it so I can be your man
You sure daddy gimme reggeaton
[Verse 2]
Lets go lets go its all good line up
What ya want my ladies
Yeah and we could grind up and you can sign up
You know baby go head and pour the wine up
Reggeaton godfather New York boricua
Puerto Rican New York
Yeah I got a fresh girl and she a fresh girl
And I grab her right by the ass that make her mess up
Catch me in my P.R stance I'm like take that
Handout my pistol like take that
And I get ass nothing like menudo
Brugal and hennesey you can tell I'm hard
Ruff Ryders harder Mila-tainment harder
To my star big ma and killah three harder harder
Pirate on the track with me what it is loco
A lil big bigger a little bit a little
[Hook]
Tell me what you want mami is it my heart
You know it papi gimme reggeaton
Tell me if you like it so I can be your man
You sure daddy gimme reggeaton
Tell me what you want mami is it my heart
You know it papi gimme reggeaton
Tell me if you like it so I can be your man
You sure daddy gimme reggeaton
[Verse 3]
Tell me if you like the way that I seduce you
When pirate gets you high and get you loose ma'
Everybody knows that my music gets inside you
When you see what I have its gon' scare you
Cause you never seen what I brought you
If you ask questions ma' you'll get put on
What I'm worth a bill real big ma'
Come wit me girl cause I'mma calm you down
And please I ain't looking for no love ma
I'm arrogant for me this is regular
I don't advise throw myself without permission
I catch you chicken and like a chicken I fuck you
I don't know about you but I sing it like it should be sung
Now you gon' see how pirate gonna make you fall
I wanna know if with me you get loose ma
Let's go hang out I feel like driving around
[Hook]
Tell me what you want mami is it my heart
You know it papi gimme reggeaton
Tell me if you like it so I can be your man
You sure daddy gimme reggeaton
Tell me what you want mami is it my heart
You know it papi gimme reggeaton
Tell me if you like it so I can be your man