Ruff Ryders

(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
You sure daddy gimme reggeaton

[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 will 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: x2]
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-why-see-E, in the NYC with the white T
All I really do is argue,
Double F, are-why-D-E, D-are-A-G, to the dash O-N
Catch me, smokin' potent, bet it leave y'all, niggaz soakin',
With your insides open

[Chorus: x2]

Swizz Beatz:
Err!!
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: x2]

[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, want to 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]
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 will 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 will 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!)

(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 cr

[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...
[Daddy] Dirty muthafucka...WHOA

Y'all done fucked up now!
OH SHIT! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!
It's mine now! Who want it, HA?
D-S, Ryde or Die nigga, you heard that?

It's Yung Wun with the big gun, what you gon' do boy?
You betta sit down nigga 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 BUDDY
I don't play with the gun smoke
For the East to the West Coast, nigga give up the ghost
No problem Barry; you don't no cemetery, homes
Just a pine box dropped off in the woods
A man to come home, six-oh-three be like that
Catch a case and 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 endz
be runnin from the police, never wanna follow the Impala
(That's shit) And it ain't no stoppin it
Y'all niggas from Georgia ain't lockin it

Chorus: repeat 2X

Give it up, Give it up, G-G-Give it up
These down South boys ain't playin wit yall
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 Dade 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

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

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
-acapo

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

(Chorus)

(Jadakiss)
Uh, yeah, (laugh)
Uh, yeah, yo

(Jadakiss)
The hood know what it is they know who I am
and they don't care what I scan but they know I'm the man
know I could bring 'em to the spot show them the grams
or I could bring 'em to the garage and show them the lam
know that I could show 'em the Range and show 'em the Beemer
and I could lift up my shirt and show them the steamer
Had ups and downs but I stil get along with 'em
Nobody hatin cause I ain't get on a song wit 'em
Yeah and I ain't out there pumpin
but I might slide through and give the crackheads somethin
Not only on my off time I be in the studio
usually though probably hit the block by my 4th rhyme
Think wit a boss mind lot of evil thoughts run across mine
I sell it if I could get it off fine and you already know I'm real
when it comes to the game and the hood you know how I feel... What?

(Chorus) (Jadakiss, Kartoon, Flashy, Sheek Louch & Styles P)
K: If it's beef
J: The hood know what it is
SP: Tell'em Kiss
J: The hood know what it is
K: If it's Beef
F:Yeah
J: The hood know what it is
K: Three words 1-8-7
SL: You know what they want right)
K: If it's beef
J: The hood know what it is
SP: Tell'em Kiss
J: The hood know what it is
SL: You know what they want right)
K: If it's beef
F:Yeah
J: The hood know what it is
K: Three words 1-8-7

(Kartoon)
Man the flow got 'em very jealous
Besides that I'm from a coast where ya bitch ass could be gone In 30 seconds
dickie this dickie that you in perry ellis
California sunshine compliment the heavy carrots
if it's beef three words 1-8-7
niggaz get popped and start singing like Faith Evans
niggaz know I got a gift they must hate presents
spray up everything look like the case spelling
had to settle for the d cause we hate failing
hit after hit I'm like the hip-hop Hank Aaron
I'm in the BX riding with cali On the ds
doing drivebys off the T-Rex
got love on the west and the es
we don't play games guns stashed in the ps
and ps y'all niggaz is bs
we kick swing and take shots at you like it's recess

(Chorus) (+Infa.Red)
K: If it's beef
J: The hood know what it is
SP: Tell'em Kiss
J: The hood know what it is
K: If it's Beef
F:Yeah
J: The hood know what it is
K: Three words 1-8-7
SL: You know what they want right
IR: Yeah
K: If it's Beef
J: The hood know what it is
SP: Tell'em Kiss
IR: Infa, Infa
J: The hood know what it is
SL: You know what they want right
K: If it's beef
IR: Infa.Red
F:Yeah
J: The hood know what it is
K: Three words 1-8-7

(Infa.Red)
Yeah, let's go, yo, yo, yeah
The hood know what it is
we setting up rat traps, fuck ya ascap
can't hide behind platinum plaques
cause when the A.R. 15's get the poppin
That's when your artists'll really be droppin
I ain't talkin 'bout release dates
I'm talking 'bout this Ruff Ryder lifestyle in every single state
you feeling lucky roll the dice who got the bank stop it
throw'em in the bathroom (hahaha) he getting outta pocket
mock it, chop it, do what you will
I just wanna see your mans' face in the street when his blood spill
man made the money money never made the man (never)
that's why you'll never see security where I stand
and we stil tryin to eat
you poppin shit from your hotel with federallies In your suite
two shots of patrone, then I run up in your home
cut the wire to your phone, (yeah) strangle you then I'm gone
who want it

(Chorus)

(Flashy)
Yeah,
Well it's that flashy nigga with a flow so through the roof
The way I do the booth all they say is you the truth
Yeah I was with that other label but I flew the coop
Now I'm Ryding and Dying it's Ruff Ryders new recruit (Ruff Ryders)
and do remember we ain't all about the music duke
cause every member of my family got a screw that's loose (what?)
and when it's drama all we do is shoot with guns so big
they put a hole through you the size of a hoola ? hoop
believe you me the streets do see
that lyrically I'm in a zone like a 3 2 D
if I ain't DWI-ing up the BQE
I'm blowin some boon with Toon in a 323
Flashy nigga it ain't a flow to match up to it
this that music that make a nigga act up to it (uh)
you might get smacked stabbed or clapped up to it
I'm so head of my time I find myself tryin to catch up to it you know

(Chorus)
K: If it's beef
J: The hood know what it is
SP: Tell'em Kiss
J: The hood know what it is
K: If it's Beef
F:Yeah
J: The hood know what it is
K: Three words 1-8-7
SL: You know what they want right
K: If it's beef
J: The hood know what it is
SP: Tell'em Kiss
J: The hood know what it is
SL: You know what they want righ
K: If it's beef
F:Yeah
J: The hood know what it is
K: Three words 1-8-7
You know what they want right x2
K: Three words 1-8-7

(Chocolate Ty)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-huh, yeah, yeah, yeah

(Chorus) (Chocolate Ty)
Knock knock who is it, knock knock who is it
Knock knock who is it, nigga let me the fuck in x2
C'mon!

(Chocolate Ty)
Somebody open this door
I'm trying to get in this game
I go by the name Choc
belong in the hall of fame
In the type of game I'm in I belong next to Wilt Chamberlin
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

(Chorus)

(Drag-On)
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

(Chorus)

(Chocolate Ty)
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

(Chorus)

Nigga let me the fuck in x2

(Swizz Beatz)
We are having a party in the United States of America
Where the girls get naked and the fellas buy the bar so bring the noise

(Chorus) (Swizz Beatz)
I wanna know what ya got here, what ya got there
what ya got here, what ya got there
Touch ya knees and touch ya back
get a lil drink don't know how to act x2

(Cross)
I'm up in the club, I'm drunker than a muh'fucker
My eyes is low, I'm higher than a skyscraper
Shorty in my ear like is we gon' slide later
I'm like a charity the way I give away paper
The way I pop bub, heavy tips for the waiter
I'm getting love like I just came home
Fresh out the black box and the shackles is chrome
Now it's back to the fiesta
When it comes to this mic I'm a molester
Let mami sip grapes so I can caress her
She saw the Batman doors that's what impressed her
So I took her to the crib, so I could bench press her - word

(Chorus)

Cross: We do what ever we want- we take what ever we want
Infa.Red: First it was the Fever, then it was Rooftop now it's Cherry Lounge

(Infa.Red)
You getting money put that cake up
you got ice where your jacob
I'm tryin to make shorty smear her make up
hood rat chick or paparazzi hottie
new york face with a down south body
you hatin cause my name ringin, chain swingin
what's in my pocket could have everybody and they momma blingin
got swizz on the snare while he out in Korea
front in here you'll disappear
what you know about stars island bottles poppin
same house paris hilton gave top in
you know who the hell I be
I-N-F-A-R-E-D live from V.I.P

(Chorus)

C: I take the bottle and your chick then party til the suns up
I: Inhale the weed until you cough a lung up
Shorty how it feel hangin with stars
I give it to you in all singles like Ray Charles
C: Now strip for me lick your lips for me
Work that pole that's how you get grip from me
I: My niggaz howl at the moon vidal sassoon
If you don't look good we don't look good
C: Peierre Joliet fuck what you say
I: Then zoom through the crowd like a car on the thruway
S: Stop wait a minute bow down it's Double R hand over the crown

(Chorus)

(Aja)
We are the champions, we can't stop
cause you just can't keep them Ruff Ryders down, down, down

(Infa.Red)
By any means necessary I'mma hold down tradition
white tee blue jeans yeah I fit the description (That's right)
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 (Never stops)
still we wake up to spoiled milk and roaches crawling out our cereal box
they feed us lies blind our eyes
if your hand the same color as mine's black man rise

(Chorus- Bunny Wailer) (Aja)
To all my hustlers pumping cracks behind the buildings
ghetto children (ghetto children) this is how we living (this is how we living)
all my gangsta soldiers in the prison
don't worry it's a totally new beginning

(Styles P)
Yeah, this is how we living, don't worry about that.
My peoples been in the cage for criminal ways (been in the 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 (back of the building)
brothers is crooks but we still read books to the children
now I keep my mind in the movement (yeah)
time in the movement cause the ghetto need a lot of improvement (yeah)
now we gotta plan for the future (plan for the future)
and watch for the man
cause they don't cuff you no more they just shoot ya (watch for the man, haha)
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

(Chorus)

(Cross)
Yeah, c'mon! yes sir, c'mon!
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

(Chorus)

(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
You sure daddy gimme reggeaton

[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 sh

(Chorus- Aja)
Top down hair blowin in the wind rims spinning
That's what Ryders do
Just me and the road I'm so in control and I'm feeling extra cool (Ryde Out)
I got the sun shining on my face eyes tinted by my Louis Vuitton shades
Ohh that's what Ryders do
Ohh that's what Ryders do

(Scarlett)
Can you picture me on sunset watchin the sunset
through the rear view of a sixty-seven corvette
I am not at all stressed cause I just seen the sun shine
for my nigga cause he still doin jail time
it could be worse I figure I'm roling down the window
niggaz whistling and pssst-per-in I'm actin like I don't hear
I'm tryin to feel the breeze my mind is in Belize
I'm in the wife beater turning down the A.C
I'm taking time for me wonder where I'ma be
in seven years I'm doin sixty planning carefully
I'm on the inter state I'm playin Mary-J
Reminiscing on the love we had can you relate
its just another day but it coulda been my last
that's why I'm riding till its time to stop and get some gas
I'm watching riders pass with arms all out they ass
they on bikes throwin they R's up
I throw 'em back

(Chorus)

(Kartoon)
Yeah, roll with the winners mami
you see them spinners mami
whip clean shoes come off for you and a mami
ice bling like a candle light dinner mami
five screens shit look like the staples center mami
I'm in a six coupe bumpin Big Snoop
nah, I'm in a blue drop bumping 2Pac
staring at the ocean mind on a new yacht
one button stash nine in the fuse box
I'm on the interstate they call P C H
in the front seat lean back like it's easy eight
I move at heavy speeds I let the D's debate ease the brakes
ninety on the turn like a piece-a-cake
air in the window blowin I got the indo goin
rims look like they moonwalkin when the benzo goin
smoking thinking drinkin lets spend a moment
every sunny days a weekend and it's a tender moment

(Chorus)

(Aja)
What else can I say It's just another day
I'm high off these trees I'm feeling great
a smile up on my face I'm happy to just see another day
my niggaz ride by

(Scarlett)
I got my top down hair blowin
I don't know where I'm goin
but niggaz stareing like my top down brazier showin
low riders red showin they lookin like I'm switchin
they wanna see my trunk space but I don't feel them niggaz
wanna see my tattoo's they screamin Scarlett baby
can I get at you maybe another time boo
I'm having piece of mind
I double back if I decide to share a piece of mine
right now I'm riding baby boo you see me with my crew
my bitches callin in sick ridin tomorrow too
cause that's what riders do
whenever the sun shines you see I got my shades on
cause this is my time matter of fact ride time

(Chorus)

(Chorus- Akon) (Flashy)
How many days we gonna live our life struggling on the streets (c'mon)
How many days we gotta live our life (what?) searching for a way to eat
(You gotta) You gotta stay down stay down just to see a brighter day (day)
Stay down stay down just to live a better way (c'mon)
Stay down stay down just to live a brighter day (what?)
Stay down stay down just to live a better way

(Flashy)
Yeah,
How many blacks gotta die by the hands of another
Don't you understand that man's the same color so that man is your brother
That's what happens when that man is from the gutter (uh-huh)
And that man is a hustler trying to survive, moving grams of that butter
See, his momma was a dope fiend, poppa was a rolling stone
He never knew what family was he grew up in a broken home
Ever since twelve years old he was known as grown
'cause ever since twelve years old he was on his own
And even though it seemed like school was the best plan
His only choice was distributing the rock like Def-jam
While everybody else was getting diplomas
He graduated from the middle of the strip to the corner
But I don't knock him cause he tryin to bubble
There's no food on the table, the rents past due and that's why he hustles
And I ain't sayin that its right to be dealin
All I'm sayin is I feel him I guess
I just see eye 2 eye wit his struggle you know

(Chorus)

(Flashy)
Yeah,
Now baby girl's got a promising future (huh?)
But her moms passed away while she was younger and her father's a loser
He'd always abused her but what else you expect from a coward
He wasn't even proud when she got accepted to Howard
And even though she loves college everyday it would stress her
But it wasn't cause of exams or she hate her professor
It was her financial situation here she couldn't pay a semester
And the only means of making it better was totally reversing the role
Lap dancing working that pole even though deep down its hurting her soul
And even if it meant taking off her clothes
She was down for what ever to help her accomplish her personal goals
And I ain't trippin off a-how shortie livin
She gotta pay her tuiton put food in the kitchen and that's why she strippin
And I ain't sayin I agree with her job but shit times is hard
I guess I just see eye to eye with her vision you know

(Chorus)

(Flashy)
Now see the moral of the story is this
If you ain't tryin to help stop our troubles then don't knock our hustle
Cause really at the end of the day its not ya'll struggle
But you always got something to say
Well hear this fuck you
Yeah that's right I'm talking to you come try to sleep in our beds
Eat off our plates, take a walk in our shoes
Look at the world from our view try to live by our rules
Drink the same water we do, put your kids in our schools
I guarantee you won't maintain your health you'll probably try to end it all
And hang yourself or bang yourself
You couldn't possibly understand all pain we felt
And without folding your hands play the games we dealt
I'm being real I ain't tryin to be evil
Look how we live, look how ya'll live
C'mon be serious how is we equal
Matter fact I feel I'm wasting my time
I'm finished writing this rhyme
Ya'll never gonna see eye to eye with my people you know

(Chorus)x2

(Hook - Flashy)
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

(Verse 1 - DMX)
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 f**kin AK
Don't give a f**k what a nigga say no matter who he sound like
Make sure you know what the rain is but its gonna be coming down like
cats and dogs hold up it is cats and dogs
keep f**king with the dog its gonna be cats in the morgue
twenty- two million sold lets keep it real
most y'all killers ain't even twenty- two years old
Aint never felt the cold wet behind the ears
know what real pain is cried real tears
I go hard bogard and stand my ground
F**k y'all niggaz it's how its goin down baby

(Hook)

(Verse 2 - Jadakiss)
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 a€?cause everybody got a lil blood to donate
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
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

(Hook)

(Verse 3 - Kartoon)
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 f**kin trip
Hop in the whip and lean til that mutha f**ka flip
and every club in Cali crackin' its 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
naw 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
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

(Hook)

(Kartoon)
Y'all niggaz got a fuckin' problem wit' me?
Do you know? Haha-haha...
Ruff Ryders...

(Chorus- Kartoon)
I'll pour your blood in the streets
I'll put your face in the dirt
Pick you up and take you straight to the nurse
From the hospital room you go straight to your hearse
Then the paulbearers take you to church
I'll pour your blood in the streets x2

(Kartoon)
I tote hammers around like cell phones keep 'em on my belt
So if you think you hotter than toon keep it to yourself
Yeah I'm holding conversation you can speak to it yourself
Just know when I reach I ain't reaching for my health
And it ain't just for me I just ain't speakin for myself
But every angel go hard to be in sequence with myself
I run around spittin flame extinguishing myself
and nobody gave me this vision I seen the shit myself
far as rap go I'm just competing with myself
so some of my nicest bars I'm speaking to myself
rap niggaz can't fuck with me I'm sleeping with myself
and I'm having my biggest issues beefin with myself
might do some dumb shit to get even with myself
but look how far I got just believing in myself nigga

(Chorus)

(Kartoon)
Spits the pain on ya I spill ya blood in the gutter
stretch your vains on the corner put your face in your shoulders
lights out game is over get you hit for five cent
who got change for a quarter
y'all only hot as your last bar
and ain't half as tough as they act dog
bury cowards in they own back yard
it ain't a muthafuckin thing change shit naw
picture me piss drunk

(Kartoon- Hook)
don't go talking that slick shit
you faggots know exactly how the angels get down
approach us with a fucked up attitude and get banged down
hit you with the fifth or get clipped with the tre pound
I'll pour your blood in the streets
don't go talking that slick shit
you faggots know exactly how the angels get down
approach us with a fucked up attitude and get banged down
hit you with the fifth or get clipped with the tre pound

(Chorus)

(Hook)

(Chorus)

I'll pour your blood in the streets

(Swizz Beatz)
Wooo!
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
*Watch 'em now, watch 'em now*

(Chorus- Swizz Beatz) (Cassidy)
Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him nigga
Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him nigga
Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him nigga
(Let them lames know you ain't playin with 'em)

(Cassidy)
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 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
Aint one in the gun, 'till it go click click
Then I'm gon'switch clips and squeeze like toothpaste
Palm over my forearm so I could shoot straight

(Chorus)

(Jin)
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 can not 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
Aint 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

(Chorus)
Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him nigga
Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him nigga
Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him nigga
Let them lames know you ain't playin with 'em

(J-Hood)
Yo!
No matter what they spit, 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
Loosin your head and ya arms was just a casualty of war
I got keys like a cord 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 situps all over the track when it's crunchtime
Fuck this rap shit, I've been realer, you got thin scrilla
I'll put this machette through the side of your chin chilla
Black hoodie with the matchin fitted
Don't come up short lil' nigga, we even clappin midgets, yeah!

(Chorus)x2