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Ruff Ryders
1, 2, 1, 2 Full Surface Ghetto stories Yeah yeah Swizz Beatz makin' it happen Listen what the fuck I gotta say I'm not a rapper, dog I'm from the hood I love the hood I rep the hood Lived in the hood Started on the grind Started with a nine Motherfucker, I had to earn mine A lot of niggas hatin' A lot of niggas watching A lot of niggas plotting A lot of hearts stopping I'm banging with the beats I'm banging with the streets I'm banging with the heat S to the double I to the double Z Niggas look at me Want no trouble B I'm just minding my business Making money, stacking chips Just minding my business You can catch me in a 360L or [Incomprehensible] Going down to Pasadena The rubber will peel Your head will peel Your bitches will squeal That's when these hoes dying Cause if I'm in court, guaranteed I'm lying Fuckers, I had to get my business right Had to get my money right Had to get my label right You can hate all you want I'm here forever Swizz Beatz part, whatever I'm here forever, bitch I'm the monster, get it all right Me and my niggas is dogs And we guaranteed to bite Inf gon' pop ya Cross gon' pop ya Waah gon' pop ya Dogs gon' stop ya We working out the building I started the beats, coming up out of the building Nigga, 2E and the building 700 The Bronx Tenements, where I came up Ain't nothing funny playa For this money, these niggas is hungry, playa That's right, I love the hood Respect the hood Support the hood Lived in the hood This is Swiss talking This is Swiss rocking Mother fucking thug nigga Up and New Yorking We love the hood We run the hood We own the hood Fuck what you sayin' dog You got a problem we gon' solve 'em You got beef we gon' bed that You got lead we gon' pop that I got heat I'ma rock that Motherfucking radio stations I drop that I'm the one that had ten songs At one time on the countdown Get your mind right Y'all fuckers thought I bounced forever Y'all niggas better get together or whatever I got beats galore I got beats that'll blow off your project doors Beats that'll flip over your Bentley X-R's Beats that'll make niggas ready for wars Beats for deaf, beats for blind Beats that'll make a thug nigga wanna cock his nine, oh Y'all niggas ain't hard to find Y'all niggas ain't out your mind, fuckers We love the hood From the hood In the hood Swizz Beatz and I'm here for good This is my ghetto story This is my ghetto story This is my ghetto story Oh, my God! Inf gon' pop ya Waah gon' pop ya Cross gon' stop ya Dogs gon stop ya Listen, doing this here Y'all niggas know this, we doing this here Beyotch |
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I get high, I get high, I get high, I get high
I get high, I get high, I get high, I get high I get HIGH on your memory, HIGH on your memory HIGH on your memory... I get high - high - high - high (Every day) I get high - high - high - high (Every night) I get high - high - high - high (All the time) High-ighhhhhhh... (*laughing*) Everyday I need an ounce and a half S.P.; the only flower that you know, with a bounce in a half Listen kid, I need a mountain of cash So I could roll up, hop in the whip and like, bounce to the ave I get, high cause I'm in the hood, the guns is around It take a blunt, just to ease the pain that humbled me now (whew) And I'd rather roll somethin up; cause if I'm sober dawg I just might flip, grab my guns and hold somethin up I get high as a kite; I'm in the zone all alone motherfucker case I'm dyin tonight (it happen tonight) So I roll 'em up, back to back, fat as I could (uh-huh) You got beef with Styles P, I come to splatter the hood I get high - high - high - high (Every day) I get high - high - high - high (Every night) I get HIGH on your memory, HIGH on your memory (All the time) HIGH on your memory... (Every day) I get high - high - high - high (Every night) I get high - high - high - high (All the time) I get high - high - high - high (*laughing*) High-ighhhhhhh... Aiyyo I smoke like a chim-in-ney {*inhaling*} Matter fact I, smoke like a gun, when a killer see his enemy I smoke like Bob Marley did; add to that that I smoke like the hippies did, back in the 70's Spit with the finishin touch - get this, that I'ma finish you before I finish the dutch I get high like the birds and the planes I get high when, bullets hit faces after words exchanged I get a rush, off the blood on the walls, you understand? Like the, M-5 pedal, when it's touchin the floor I get high cause fuck it, what's better to do? And I'ma never give a fuck (that's right) cause I'm better than you I get high - high - high - high (Every day) I get high - high - high - high (Every night) I get HIGH on your memory, HIGH on your memory (All the time) HIGH on your memory... (Every day) I get high - high - high - high (Every night) I get high - high - high - high (All the time) I get high - high - high - high (*laughing*) High-ighhhhhhh... I'ma smoke 'til my lungs collapse; I'm from a era where niggaz cause terror over guns and crack Where a doller bill is powerful; I smoke weed cause time seem precious, and I, know what a hour do (I know dat) High for a livin, gots ta, ride for a livin With my, real gangsta niggaz that'll die for a livin (die my niggaz) Shit I get as high as I could; cause if you see things like I see things, that I'ma die in the hood (right there) Motherfucker understand it's full service to you I don't smoke the weed if it ain't, purple or blue And you could name any rapper, if you want he could die (anybody) This is S.P., dump it in you bitch, I get high I get high - high - high - high (Every day) I get high - high - high - high (Every night) I get HIGH on your memory, HIGH on your memory (All the time) HIGH on your memory... (Every day) I get high - high - high - high (I am the Ghost) I get high - high - high - high (Float with me) I get HIGH on your memory, HIGH on your memory I get HIGH on your memory (I get high like birds to planes) I get HIGH on your memory, HIGH on your memory" I get HIGH on your memory (I get high like, smokin dubs to the head) I get high - high - high - high High-ighhhhhhh... |
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A yo I'm hot nigga and you should smell my breath Don't it smell like all I got is cavities left I hit the left lane nigga, cruise with the crews And fuck y'all haters - I refuse to lose You can't stop me, God cause I roll too hard No license, just a dumb P.B.A. card You know N.O.R.E., my shotgun will tear your chest up Leave your vest stuffed, face looking like ketchup So what's this out here, and the projects near, near? I pop Cris, but I'm good with a beer Me and Swizz get sound like world war Tanks falling over, big bombs that roar And helicopters is dropping on Faulk and Crenshaw Shit is bigger than how they see it If I die, then so be it Until then, I O.D. it, them hoes see it Motherfucking hoes see it [Chorus: Swizz Beatz, N.O.R.E.] [Swizz Beatz] Yo!, y'all niggaz want to play around, you gone lay around [Swizz Beatz] Shots gone spray around, we gone stay around [N.O.R.E.] N.O.R.E [Swizz Beatz] What the fuck y'all say y'all?! [N.O.R.E.] N.O.R.E [Swizz Beatz] Like my guns won't spray y'all! [N.O.R.E.] N.O.R.E [Swizz Beatz] What the fuck y'all say y'all?! [N.O.R.E.] N.O.R.E., yo it's N.O.R.E., N.O.R.E [Verse 2: N.O.R.E.] A yo I "switch blade" niggaz Bitch-made niggaz The Lord called on me, knowing my whole story I holler back like, "please Lord, just come for me" Niggaz analyze this, yo watch my wr |
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Uh huh
(Off the top) Cash Money, Hot Boys (All to me nigga) You understand Say, Swizz, give it all to me, don't hold it back I want it, give it all, hit me in the chest wit it nigga I got work, bricks, money, pistols Hoes have bitch ass niggas runnin' with 'em Paid money, hard rocks, cheap digits, hard blocks It's llello cola, heroin and boulders Stunna Corleone, nigga I told ya this Mack dimes, doin' time Uptown riders everybody been dinin' It's third wall nothin' but these uptown souljas N-Y G's, the barrel high rolla' It's Swizz and Stunna in a Ram stuntin' (Wassup) 20 inches, nothin' under (Wassup) It's glocks and bitches we been killin' snitches (Oh) Work? Fuck the Feds, nigga we livin' (Oww) Yo, ask me twice I ain't neva been nice Always been a gangsta poppin' willas don't bite Let me see you do ya thing yo, if ya ballin' Let me see you do ya thing yo, if ya ridin' (Let me see you do ya thing) Oh no, where's the bitches? Let me see you do ya thing yo, where's my niggas? Let me see you do ya thing yo, buy the bar (C'mon) Let me see you do ya thing gon' floss ya shit (Let me see you do ya thing) C'mon, rep ya hood Let me see you do ya thing I got the MJ 220 on the streets of Atlanta Wit the 360 Modena parked diamond Savanna Life's too short, so a nigga stretch the Porsche And put the big screen in it It's like a nigga at the movies, when he sittin' in it Picture seems so vivid the windows all tinted Marble flo's in it, I got doe like Bill when the chip was invented So it's, no thing for me to pull a few strings to Get a, few things that cost a few G's You ain't passed it down to me, so it has to be Way it be, as you see I'm tryin' to find me a place in the hills Put a blighty in the backyard and move right back to the ville I'm a always be where it's real (Nigga) And chill where the caps get peeled and niggas get killed (What) Till I die I'm a live till I can't no more Sell crack and bust guns till I'm at the morgue (What's up?) Let me see you do ya thing yo, if ya ballin' Let me see you do ya thing yo, if ya ridin' (Let me see you do ya thing) Oh no, where's the bitches? Let me see you do ya thing yo, where's my niggas? Let me see you do ya thing yo, buy the bar (C'mon) Let me see you do ya thing gon' floss ya shit (Let me see you do ya thing) C'mon, rep ya hood Let me see you do ya thing I'm real, I'm steel, I'm hard to kill Been packin' bullets, shoot out at will Stunna Corleone, sellin' heroine Uptown make this mine, stemmies get grown Casey Brice, ten the price Kill that nigga I'll shife his life It's Fresh, Stunna, Weezy, Turk Swizz, Jada, DMX, let work Bitch, nigga, I hate them niggas All I fuck wit is these real ass niggas It's Ruff-Ryder, Cash Money D give me the name, I'll bust a hundred It's Rolex, hoe don't flex I'm worth 200 mil, bitch what's next? It's full surface, Swizz that's next Nigga act up, we breakin' they neck Let me see you do ya thing yo, if ya ballin' Let me see you do ya thing yo, if ya ridin' (Let me see you do ya thing) Oh no, where's the bitches? Let me see you do ya thing yo, where's my niggas? Let me see you do ya thing yo, buy the bar (C'mon) Let me see you do ya thing gon' floss ya shit (Let me see you do ya thing) C'mon, rep ya hood Let me see you do ya thing Let me see you do ya thing yo, if ya ballin' Let me see you do ya thing yo, if ya ridin' (Let me see you do ya thing) Oh no, where's the bitches? Let me see you do ya thing yo, where's my niggas? Let me see you do ya thing yo, buy the bar (C'mon) Let me see you do ya thing gon' floss ya shit (Let me see you do ya thing) C'mon, rep ya hood Let me see you do ya thing Whoa, whoa Break it out, whoodi |
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Yeah uh yeah
Cho. we came here to rock the spot tonight alright and u can smoke ur smoke or drink ur drink cuz bitch it's alright(alright)2x Verse:1 throught the door i know the night is gonna be wild step in uh huh bartender see me they smile i'm like their bestfreind me and some wild dressed thugs like to see me but sippin thugs wut they love single bottle people and they came in from the beginning start me off soft bacardi lime a twist of lemon never fails situation hectic when we slide out thats my shit thats all you hearing people cry out. |
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Ladies and gentlemen (ladies and gentlemen) As we proceed, to give you what you need Swizz Beatz (get money) Swizz Beatz (make money) Swizz Beatz (get money) I go by the name P. Diddy Ron Isley [over intro second time] Hey ladies, can I get a witness? Throw your hands in the air Throw your hands in the air (yeah! yeah!) Baby See I go to Las Vegas and I ball like a dog Me and my brother Ziety hog up the mall Mami so fly and I matched her car Matchin' mink with the matchin' dog We flew G4 so you know how we ball We came twenty deep, just me and my dogs Me, Puff, and Kiss, the Swischer sweet boy The birdman daddy I fly in any car It's the Birdlady baby and she Burberry Burberry So so fly like diamonds it's all karats Earrings rock her life so so fly She love twenty inches with the wide deep tires [Chorus (P.Diddy in background)] [Isley:] Hey ladies, can I get a witness? Lah da da da da-da Tell 'em what they dealin with Throw your hands in the air Throw your hands in the air (yeah! yeah!) Hey fellas, tell 'em what they dealin with Big house (throw your hands in the air) big butts Big cars (throw your hands in the air) superstars Jadakiss I'm from a town where it go down at Couple dudes is real but for the most part they low down rats And I don't know about the ghetto they hearin' I'm in the musty yellow McClaren You can't even tell how I'm steering It's too exotic, niggas act different kinda' funny I guess it's cause I'm dealin' wit a different kind of money And I don't wann |
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