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(Sheek)
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 aint got blocks, ?llabuta? 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 dont 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, aint no poppin a trunk But if I pop the trunk, its 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 (Jadakiss) Ayo I hope you aint 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 Ain't nuttin y'all faggots could do but gossip That's the reason now y'all niggaz ain't got shit 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 Chorus: repeat 4X The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders (Styles) 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 thats rule number one Suckin my dick, and I dont 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 (Eve) Aint no surprise niggaz, only fuck wit recognized niggaz Babygirl 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, uhhh -Chorus- (Drag-On) I be the D-R, A-G, dash O-N, slash often Comma, burnin niggasz 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, aight then (DMX) Its 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 cant 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 unbder the earth quick, 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 What used to be his chest is now a mess under his fuckin vest |
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| 2. |
| 4:56 |
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[Featuring Drag On Juvenile]
Drag On: Ha Ha Ha Oh Damn Now bop to this Oh Yeah Ya'll know what this is Flame on Juvenile Drag on Flame on And now Swizz Swizz Beatz yeah Verse 1 Me and my niggas done licked shots Even done hit cops Bet ya'll niggas 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 Ya'll little niggas 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 Ya'll niggas 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 ain't talkin bout my niggas 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 Ya'll niggas and south siders Chorus (Drag-on:) Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns (Voices:) Hell yeah we bust our guns (Drag-on:) Do you fuck them 'till they cum (Voices:) Damn right we make them cum (Drag-on:) It's for the north (Voices:) Head South, Head East, Head West (Drag-on:) Ruff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best (Repeat) Verse 2 (Juvenile:) 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 niggas be thinkin that you usein' me Runnin with them petty ass niggas lookin' like fools to me I'm workin wit some change ha And ain't afraid to put 50 up on ya brain ha You 'bout warin' over ya people I'm the same ha Look I'ma have some body sayin' that's the shame game But if them people come they ain't gonna give no names ha Playin' with the number one son don't play no games ha Come outside don't see nothin' but camoflage and bricks Yo' get some boys straped with (ban)danas tryin knock off yo' shit Ya stankin' bitch I Ruff Ryde your ass then Cashin' for money Juve ain't gettin nothin' Ha, Ha, Ha that shit is funny (Repat Chorus 2x) Verse 3 (Drag-on:) When my niggas 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 niggas 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 Ya'll make me so tired Ya'll niggas still rappin' like ya'll don't know my flows fire Ya'll ain't got ya'll boots ain't got ya'll suits probably 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 Wana fuck watch out she will bang you Cause I taught her well Ya'll players better haul to hell But you niggas couldn't borrow a belt Who evers wit you is gonna jail Is you niggas 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 (Repeat chorus 4x) |
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| 3. |
| 4:22 |
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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 Comin' for that ass, uh |
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| 4. |
| 4:40 |
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Jay-Z
Roc-a-fella, Ruff Ryders. Swizz Beats, It's almost over ya'll, Jigga Uh, uh, uh, uh, Lights out niggas!!! (Women Singing) Jay-Z: (Jigga) What's my mother fucking name? (Jigga) And who I'm rolling with huh? (My Niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right (Jigga) What's my mother fucking name? (Jigga) And who I'm rolling with huh? (My Niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right Verse 1: Sold the crack when I was down in AC Back on the block Jay-Z mother fucker 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 niggas was struggling, to the 'burbs they came And then we got to hustling, mudering thangs I dipped in my stash, splurged on a chain Now I'm Titianic, Iceberg's the name Leave players on injured reserve, hurt the game The best way to describe me in the 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 baking soda, waterfire, merged with 'cane Ladies don't know me said "I heard he's vain" Well guess what mommies? I heard the same, You heard the name Chorus: (Jigga) What's my mother fucking name? (Jigga) And who I'm rolling with huh? (My Niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right Who? (Jigga) What's my mother fucking name? (Jigga) And who I'm rolling with huh? (My Niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right Verse 2: Got a license to kill so I stay the gat Roc-a-fella, Ruff Ryders, nigga scared a that Got a new motto this year, Don't Fuck With My Ones Knock on your door, three in the morning, "It's just us and our guns!" See I scrambled with priests, hustle with nuns Got the mind capacity of a young Butch Cassidy Niggas get fly, let 'em defy gravity Four-five rapidly lift your chest cavity Streets won't let me chill Always been a clumsy nigga, don't let me spill Mother fuckers wanna wet me still, I remain ya'll Raw, the one, like five divided by four Shit, this just the hate that's been provided by ya'll Reciprocated and multiplied by more You likely to see Jigga in a Wide Body or Drop-top Bently is all, Holla at me ya'll Chorus: (Jigga) What's my mother fucking name? (Jigga) And who I'm rolling with huh? (My Niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right Who? (Jigga) What's my mother fucking name? (Jigga) And who I'm rolling with huh? (My Niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right Verse 3: 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 The all black, in the gloves, the outcome ain't good Them niggas act like wolves, how come? They could Cause we don't drop hits, we drop bombs that smash Till 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 de'Glass Let me sit up in they whip till I launch it back Snap they neck, then shoot 'em till they aren't sent 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, Come on Chorus: (Jigga) What's my mother fucking name? (Jigga) And who I'm rolling with huh? (My Niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right Who? (Jigga) What's my mother fucking name? (Jigga) And who I'm rolling with huh? (My Niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right Who? (Jigga) What's my mother fucking name? (Jigga) And who I'm rolling with huh? (My Niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right Who? (Jigga) What's my mother fucking name? (Jigga) And who I'm rolling with huh? (My Niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right |
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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 what's 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: it's in the account Waah: shut the fuck up, now wheres my money at? (gun shots) Waah: motherfucker, shit.....i want my money! |
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| 6. |
| 4:23 |
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Intro:
What what You over there Styles? Yeah dog Second album nigga real L.O.X. Blaze We run the streets y'all know who to bet (C'mon) Fuck y'all niggas (Let's go) Verse One: 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 through 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 ain't 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 'em 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 Chorus: 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) Verse Two: 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 y'all 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 through 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 Chorus: 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 weak in 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) |
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| 5:10 |
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Bab
I'm a Ruff Ryder Hey I'm a Ruff Ryder Oh no no yeah yeah yeah Mmmmm hmmmm 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 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 (I'm a Ruff Ryder) 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 Mmmmm-hmmmm, 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 (I'm a Ruff Ryder) And I'm gonna be sorry baby Cuz I want you more than before And more, and more, and more |
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| 8. |
| 1:19 |
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(DMX)
Ughhh Aieyo (ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!) These niggaz is crazy baby They cant fuck wit da dog (ya know) Yo Swizz Swizz (my nigga) Swizz, Swizz, Swizz Anotha one? (Swizz) Anotha one? (Anotha one?) Are we being greedy??? (Uh, Swizz, Swizz) Or what??? I don't think so Uh Come on baby Like u dont know Da streets is (uh) To Bad They'll find yo body But in pieces (uh) Cuz the beast is On some real cruddy shit About to split yo wig wit some bloody shit I ain't droppin' nutitn but dat ugly shit (come on) Bite yo head like i tried yo man Cuz what u sayin is nuttin(uh huh) Must really think im playin But i'll be layin While u bluffin Look out !!! Dey don't let dat crook out I took out Enough of yo family To have a fuckin cook out (uh) For one time we get togetha (uh) Is it when everyone get hit togetha Or when im in da tent just before they hit da leather Ima say it so i know how much strenght is left And curse all who will breathe in da stench of death (uh huh) Though after the sixth day im buried I will rise And bomb da fluid in my veins and blood in my eyes (uh, uh) And them guys that was laughin Dont even smile anymore How many 4 pound rounds can yo ass indulge? 20 more of that raw strip to da flesh (what?!) 1000 pounds of pressure Shit that rip through the vest and pull yo chest open So what da Ruff Ryder possed to do? When u frontin Give u niggaz what u wantin Mufucka... NUTIN!! |
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| 9. |
| 3:43 |
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[Featuring Jadakiss]
AHH!! [Jadakiss] They tryin they comin' for my head po (uh) They're tryin' to put pressure on a nigga Huh short notice (uh huh) Got sumpin' for them niggaz though (uh huh) Yo [Verse 1] I'm like the Dow Jones of rap my stocks is high And it never was all of so stop the lies Mothafuckas'll blow your brains out and watch you bleed The same niggaz that you trust, let 'em watch your seed You got a dead niggaz, money don't stop the greed That's why now I gotta rock my vest, pop my 3 And whoever die first, may god forgive the nigga who lives, sometimes you gotta handle your biz To my niggaz when I die, keep inhalin' the lye And come to my wake high, when your tellin' me bye What goes around comes around, am I comin' or goin'? All i'm tryin' to do is leave you numb, gunnin' or flowin' I might cock-back the gauge, and start shootin' at 'cha people I'm lookin for the devil 'cause money's the root of evil And 'Kiss won't be happy 'til my bezel look see-through Until I flood N-why with pediquo and diesle Catch me with the top, off my whip Bust my gun while it's still tucked so you could hop, off my dick I run with a few parolees, all thieves, that rocks ice Blue pacholies and rolies At the mob meetin', keep quite when the God speakin' Squeeze my joint, 'til my mothafuckin' palm squeakin' And nevermind who the lox'll sign to (that's right) What difference do it make nigga? Just listen to the tape nigga (c'mon) [Chorus] Jay to the mmwwaa, hustle coke, ryde or die (uh) Kiss hand-wash money, let it drip dry (uh-huh) Jay to the mmwwaa, keep cowards on their toes (yeah) Kiss push the drop, rock the ice, get the hoes (uh) Jay to the mmwwaa got the smash on the block (uh-huh) Kiss got the label's tellin' niggaz not to drop (tell 'em) Everthing you get (uh-huh), you really don't expect (naw) 'cause when you Jay to the mmwwaa, you kiss to the death [Verse 2] Yeah, Yo, Yo I want to know, is the promise land heaven or hell? 'cause the niggaz that made promises, most of them fell If you hungry, then I got some niggaz servin' the shells With no sauce, and they silver, only take one to kill you It's a small world, so you better guard your secrets And it's easy to get money, but it's hard to keep it Never was the one that like to hound no bitch All I do is try to keep niggaz around me rich Screw all-a-y'all cowards, I consider you lames Had to save my lunch money just to get in the game That was back when I used-ta have a mean back-spin And no mack-10, it was just bats then you know, beat a nigga down, take his rope Now we-a, heat a nigga down, take his coke And you can call me if you want to bye them thangs I get 'em half-price 'cause papi know my name Call me, Jay to the mmwwaa And everything you got in your livin room, I got in my car 'Cept for the bar I try to put a little money away 'cause you know they say, tomorrow ain't promised today Either bubblin' or strugglin', nuttin between Or have a grimie nigga like me, fuckin' ya Queen And the Kiss only do shit with niggaz I know (that's right) And the outside nigga can't fuck up my flow (c'mon) [Chorus] Jay to the mmwwaa, hustle coke, ryde or die Kiss hand-wash money, let it drip dry Jay to the mmwwaa, keep cowards on their toes Kiss push the drop, rock the ice, get the hoes Jay to the mmwwaa got the smash on the block Kiss got the label's tellin' niggaz not to drop Everthing you get, you really don't expect 'cause when you Jay to the mmwwaa, you kiss to the death Uh |
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| 3:52 |
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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 The best studio, 16 Bars to Post Bail |
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| 3:40 |
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uh huh yea yeah yeah yeah yeah (tell 'em who we is)
yeah yeah yeah They call me when thay wanna get they dough up Call me when they wanna see shit blow up Freessshhh from the floor up And ya know what? I'm sick wit 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 wit the big hat screamin' "Y'all wanna floss wit us?" Where the fuck you at? From the south side, ruff ryde No one will Fuckin wit us, is a done deal And y'all gotta hate huh? 'Cuz 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' 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 (uh, uh, uh, uh) 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' wit' 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' wit' 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 (uh) 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 short-a-y, but i wouldn't, mind her cousin It's a cost, take the buck and all of them, quit fuckin UHH!!! (uh, uh, uh, uh) 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' wit' 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' wit' 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 wit 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 is for cats hummin' crack, bitchin' and parkin' All the grimie niggaz who got generous hearts Got a brother doin' life, to see him is hard Fuckin' wit mase, is like a nigga swimmin' wit sharks My niggaz chase cake, 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?! (uh, uh, uh, uh) 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' wit' 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' wit' us Uh, yeah Swizz Beatz We them niggaz in the streets All Out, JD Who you with? Double R mothafucka, uh uh-huh, yeah, yeah Cross |
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| 0:34 |
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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 f**kin 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... |
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| 4:12 |
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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 Butter leathers and mad cheddar |
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