Ruff Ryders

(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

[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)

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

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

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!

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)

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

(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!!

[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

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

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

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...

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

<whispering>Ruff Ryders (ruff ryders)
Ryde or die, volume 2

(Swizz Beatz)
Tugboats
It's over...

(laughing)It's the second time around mutherfucker (yeah)
Volume 2, ryde or die, bitch
Gangsta nigga
And we gonna rock this motherfucker, you dig me (for sure baby)
We done square rooted the motherfucking streets (for sure baby)
Double R, you cock sucking sons of bitches (yeah)

(Swizz Beatz)
State your name gangsta
(Snoop Dogg)
Big Snoop dogg (bow wow)
(Swizz Beatz)
Where ya representin
(Snoop Dogg)
West coast
(Swizz Beatz)
You gonna hold it down?
(Snoop Dogg)
Please believe nigga
(Swizz Beatz)
Enough said then nigga
(Snoop Dogg)
(Hold on, hold up) beyatch!
(Swizz Beatz)
Make a start

(Snoop Dogg)
Let's make this official
Shine your boots and load your pistols
Pull out your best crudentials
Cuz this'll, be the official for the fake tissue
Doggy dogg and big Swizz'll, nigga blow the whistle
Smoke it on some bomb beat and second hand smoke will get ya, hit ya
And make ya all get the picture
Dig this, when was the last time you seen me
Posted up, west coasted up and sippin on some green meat
Believe me, it ain't easy being D'zy
With these jealous rap niggas and these punk ass freezies (fuck em)
Man, I couldn't remember what they told me
When I first came in the game, but things done changed
Call it what you want it, keep the heat up on it
Eastside California, spinnin like a 'tona
Banging on the corner, like a 'sona
It be best to back up off a boy and put this up on ya

(Swizz Beatz)
(Yeah!) State your name youngster
(Yung Wun)
Yung Wun!!
(Swizz Beatz)
Where you representing
(Yung Wun)
A-T-L, shorty
(Swizz Beatz)
You gonna hold it down?
(Yung Wun)
Damn right
(Swizz Beatz)
Well, enough said then
(Yung Wun)
It's up, man nigga tell ya something
(Swizz Beatz)
Let's go

(Yung Wun)
Shorty pop a lot, acting like he got a lot
With all that fake ice on his watch, this nigga wanna get got
Coming to my city with all that hot shit and his fake ass cliq
I'm gonna put something in him, bust his wig, I'm on some thugged out shit
He better be strapped boy, how ya like that boy
Hey boy, I'm gonna break your back boy, with a bat boy
Where ya at boy, hold up, I'm cold hearted
Damn right, I get retarded
I'm a young one, and down here, bitch I'm the hardest
Shoot the shoot, hide and talk that shit
I'm gonna stay low, keep it real and show then come up
But when I bite, you gonna feel that there, it's real down here
Watch your mouth boy, you might get killed down here
I'm a ryde or die nigga, I'll put something in your eye nigga
Get beside them here, it's fly bye nigga
When it come to glock cocking and drop popping
I'm the first to hit the black and go to war with the cops, fuck nigga

(Swizz Beatz)
State your name gangsta
(Scarface)
Scarface
(Swizz Beatz)
Where your representing
(Scarface)
My motherfucking self
(Swizz Beatz)
You gonna hold it down?
(Scarface)
You god damn right
(Swizz Beatz)
Enough said then nigga

(Scarface)
Hi-ho Scarface and Dogg whippin this streets against the law
Bringing terror with this beretta, I clutch in my paw
I'm scared motherfuckers, scrape with mine
You will attack, that's what you get, my enemies die
It's a worldwide story, for all soldiers
Even if Ruff Ryders ryde ruff or roll over
It's a stickup, said down on your knees cuz I'm sick-up
If disrespected, you don't disrespect me nigga
I'm the one these niggas call on
When they go to cases are halted and the time come for beatin up the bosses
Make them an offer they can't refuse
They don't comply, when I walk out they stack these fools
I guess these niggas think they can't be moved
Realized it those dead niggas like they think they do
You fuck with me I gots to fuck with you
World war three, motherfucker, I thought you knew

(Swizz Beatz)
State your name gangsta
(Jadakiss)
Jadakiss, nigga
(Swizz Beatz)
Where you representing
(Jadakiss)
East coast, dog
(Swizz Beatz)
You gonna hold it down?
(Jadakiss)
Why wouldn't I?
(Swizz Beatz)
Enough said then nigga
(Jadakiss)
Let's go
(Swizz Beatz)
Let's go

(Jadakiss)
C'mon,
If you fucking with the kiss, you ain't gonna breathe
The only time I lick in the air is new years eve
Sonny from Bronxdale you can't leave
Get kissed on your cheek then your meant to die
Cuz when the gun start poppin and my temperature rise
You know my style, twenty niggas with forty cals
Nine years ago you was hollering when shorty wild
Now I'm in the rap game twisting these honies out
Never left the crack game, still on the money route
I run through the industry looking for enemies
Y'all niggas sound sick and Jada the remedy
Get shot in your eyes and your mouth
Can't see can't talk when you fuckin with the heart of New York
And that's foulin then swallow the pulp
And then fuck with the feds dog, you know I push the prowler they caught
Toast on my lap, got the east coast on my back

How many times must I tell you motherfuckers (yeah)
We ain't in-du-stry niggas, we in-the-streets niggas
Ruff Ryders forever, hey bitch now what

(Swizz Beatz)
Ryde or die, you talk it, we live it (EASTCOAST!)
So ryde or die, you want it, we give it (WESTCOAST!)
So ryde or die, you start it, we end it (DIRTY SOUTH!)
So ryde or die, you talk it, we live it (BIG WEST!)
So ryde or die, you want it, we give it (RUFF RYDERS!)
So ryde or die, you start it, we end it (BIAATCH!!!)
(repeat chorus)(hollering then fade to end)
DOUBLE R MUTHAFUCKA!!!

Ruff Ryders niggas blood
in blood out all aboard
Sheek Methical waddup niggas
Yo yo hey yo
Soon as I cop the nine
I pop the nine
But when I take it out the box
I represent Lox
Now when I flow hit the
rewind button
So I charge em all when ya
all at the door Fuck heat
Sheek walk around with an oven
Who you gonna kill with that
little Foreman grill
How's it gonna look when
I come through your block
Sheek Doc Meth on top
Force 300 horse fly by
back open pump in how high how high
Can ya see that you can call me
whatcha want cuz
I'll be dat
Get off my dick
I don't care about no jewels
As long as the condos
paid and the truck I choose
I'm telling y'all niggas if
it's not double R
You can spell my name out
on the side of the car
Come and Ruff Ryde with us
If you wanna get high with us
If you wanna get down with us
Come and Ruff Ryde with us
If you wanna get high with us
If you wanna get down with us
I got a twin cam exhaust
connected to the jaw
A five speed clutch on my paw
when I write I glow like the heads
of light brite3000 volts
of lightning when ya
fly the right kite
Me and Meth be henessee
two ice cubes
We can draw
choose your weapon or do I choose
When I choose the grip
one shot lose your hip
I hope your shoes fit
for this movin pick
I avalanche the camp
with 10 feet of snow
I'm cold blooded
my fam half Eskimo
My flows move like
indo turn 10 nickels
to 10 lows out of 10 stones
Ride the crash course
do the math on it
Swizz Beatz you can ride
Amtrak on it
But I'm on it grillin
with George Foreman
Your peeps is at the grammy
awards corning
The eyes to fat wallet son
I want it
And the helicopter warning
before morning
Def jam nigga Redman nigga
Got fuck your momma
on my sweat band nigga
You tough guys'll
get smacked in the club
with the gun
I bought from Mack in the club
Its P P P from Bricks to Brook nam
C'mon Bring me some more
ass to whoop on
Come and Ruff Ryde with us
If you wanna get high with us
If you wanna get down with us
Come and Ruff Ryde with us
If you wanna get high with us
If you wanna get down with us
Look what the cat dragged in
Underground dweller
from the cellar bring terror
Scoop of high yellow
Cinderella Meth forever
Never rush a rhyme hook
could never bust my nine
But if I have to
I have to it's all in the mind
I stay ahead of time while y'all
fallin behind
Tryin to relight ya lime
It's a crime when
I drop bomb lines designed
to tick tick BOOM blow your mind
Yeah me M E T H the O the D
Can't be done
like tryin to find a penny in the sea
Nigga run for cover son go
and get them guns
Y'all ain't from here don't try to
come around here gettin ones
Swizz Beat the track
in the head but I instead
pull my dart gun
and bust sixteen until it's dead
I'm the game all of
my dogs be off the chain
Yellin Wu Tang Wu Tang
Come and Ruff Ryde with us
If you wanna get high with us
If you wanna get down with us
Come and Ruff Ryde with us
If you wanna get high with us
If you wanna get down with us
Come and Ruff Ryde with us
If you wanna get high with us
If you wanna get down with us
Come and Ruff Ryde with us
If you wanna get high with us
If you wanna get down with us
Come and Ruff Ryde with us
If you wanna get high with us
If you wanna get down with us
Come on

Some people blonde peeps red benji something moving quickly
Out of town, how they gonna find her moving swiftly
5 steps ahead of the best, well that's nothing
20 steps ahead of the rest they left something
And I base not, want not, can't stand broads
Ridiculous niggas practice for the title 'hard'
Me, pick of the litter I was born to bubble y'all
Born to chain game, shit born to stand guard
Play games, you left nameless, fame ball
Promise that it's never painless, nigga be hard
Come and hope you can take the heat nigga, let's start
Strong as a stallion, babe you got a dog
And she feminine with pretty women friends, all dimes
Timberlands is how I like my men in all mines
Ruff Ryde, you nigga hard head soft spine
Pass the word, must have stacks to cross lines

Chorus:
Don't want your dough, I don't want your car
Don't want your jewels, no not at all
With them other broads you might rule it all
Not with me, sorry boo I got it all (x2)

A chick is a chick a nut is a nut
And they always keep an attitude until you butter them up
Since I ain't gotta buy you stuff
Who's gonna hold you down if they try to run in here and tie you up
Now don't start flippin it, everybody know
We been had dough, ya just started gettin it
Money might make you grown
But you still need a dog to take you home and make you moan
You ain't gotta see the bank for loans
All I do is party and bullshit like when Frank was home
And you got it all boo, I got it all too
A four, five, and a six, and they all blue
And I don't care what she thinks
If I offer you any ice love it'll be in a drink
And instead of talking about what you got and all that
Just make sure when I hit you, you call bac

Man, y'all rap niggas is high fashion
Flashin, talker, no action
Read emcees like TV's with captions
Charts we smash on, guns we blast them
Spit fire like blow dryers and drag dash on
Your career won't last long, real name Shawn Lassiter
Four words for y'all, F type no passenger
Flow nastier, man you know what I mean
And I keep them diamonds shinin blue, yellow, and green
So the wrist look like a twister mat
Man, I cock the biscuit back and twist ya cap
Opps, clipped ya face just missed ya hat
This go out to those that think this just a rap
Well mister, address the gat and we'll address ya back
Nasty, nasty, spittin discusting raps
And I doubt that cha'll cats can fuck with that

Chorus:

You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy
These Ryde Or Die Boyz will rough you up
You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy
These Ryde Or Die Boyz will touch you up
You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy
These Ryde Or Die Boyz will bust you up
You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy
You don't want no drummer boy

[Larsiny]
I hate cops, and I like you even less
I turn your whole block into a bleedin mess
Niggas talk hard, and get an easy death
'Cuz I pop buck shots like I'm ???
And I can tell you won't blow, gotta scary finger
All talk, no show, Jerry Springer
I don't care if you a skinny or a burly nigga
I'ma have ya face lookin like a blurry mirror
We shake your features, y'all make believers
And the eight'll make you shake like you fake the seizure
I ball of the scale, break the meter
And if you ever go to jail, they'll rape and beat'cha
Hold up, take a breather,

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

Yeah
L O X nigga
It don't stop
It keep goin, and goin, and goin, and goin
Motherfuckers

[Styles Paniro]
You heard it from the P, you oughta know it's the truth
I get you kidnapped and raped and thrown off a roof
You could nod your head to this like it's only a rap
Cuz when these bullets hit your ass I'm like it's only a gat
I need a funeral to feel good, I'm hopin it's yours
Think you delicious, heard he got shot in the cross
Holiday Styles, bitch I broke most of the laws
Fuck with the poor, so flip to the boots, stick to the truth
Do anything it takes just to give it a slue
And missin a tooth, but both of 'em chipped, toaster is gripped
You heard about the trouble, I start most of the shit
When I squeeze aint no controllin the wrist
And niggas leave the room when the hear the P blowin his whis
I'm an ignorant and negative nigga
I sell crack, bust guns, pop shit, and say I'm better than niggas
You think not, I'll look at your man and level a nigga
If you think a rapper's better why don't you give me his name
So I can run up on him, tear him up and give you his frame
When it comes to the streets, I'm the nigga to call
Five eight and three quarters, but I'm bigger than y'all
If I left the gun home, I'ma give you the sword
I'm the devil in the flesh, I can't give you the Lord
It don't make no sense for you to pray for your life
I got my niggas in the crib, you oughta pray for your wife

CHORUS: Jadakiss and Styles
Jadakiss: Uh huh, HOLIDAY
Styles: I gotta make it to heaven for goin through hell
J: HOLIDAY
S: And I don't care if I sell, y'all know what I sell
J: HOLIDAY
S: I use my left hand when I'm loadin the shells
J: HOLI

I'm pushin for the single yo, c'mon
Yo lock the door, uh huh
Ya heard, uh, uh
C'mon, yeah
Y'all know who it is, or should I say what it is
Uh, uh

[Verse 1]
All Drag do is fuck bitches, and drain his body
Kickin bitches out the bed and sleep next to a shottie
A bitch'll never get me pump, I make niggas pump IV
I'm the type to follow the cops wit a midget drivin me
Make them think the car drivin itself, and I'm in the passenger seat
Signal lights, stashbox, a package of D
Drag dash, I'm happy to be
On, this rap shit is like a jacket to me
I wear it with cracks in my sleeves
So I keep it on, don't never take my jacket off cuz my shit be gone
What are you, lost your mind?
It took my time to cut these dimes
So I could dump drug a few minds, so don't make me bust a few nines
Dip the T T in polish watch the shoe shine
Slip in the Tunnel with a banger in my bootline
All it takes is the finger to make a sour sit, linger
Double R is hard, the rest of y'all is R

Attention please, attention please
Can I have everybody's attention please
So humorous, we laugh at all ay'all
The alliance has now been officially formed
Ruff Ryder, Flipmode, 2000, it's now official baby
It's another headbanger

Swizz Beats:

Swizz Beats, who hits on your streets every six weeks
I be on the MP so much that my wrist's weak
Ain't shit sweet, pile 'em in here
All my thugs in the clubs start wildin' in here
Now put your bottles in the air, then light your dutches
Me and Busta keep it tight like liposucion
Niggas that don't like me get the knife for frontin'
Cause one night in the club gets your life on crutches
You got that whodie, I'll cock that forty
Flyin' in the 5 with the top back on it
Stop that shorty, I know you love me
Probably sample one of my beats then owe me money
Plus you don't know me money, so stop the rumors
Before you need the janitors to come mop the room up
Ryde or Die Volume two, smash the charts
Now put your hands in the air for the black Mozart, OH!

Chorus: Busta Rhymes

(Ohhhh), Now come on
(Screeeam), Jump baby come on
Get your hands up, (What!), now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, (What!)
Now let me walk you through it
(Ohhhh), Now come on
(Screeeam), Jump baby come on
Get your hands up, (What!), now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, (What!)
Now let me walk you through it

Busta Rhymes:

Y'all niggas try to front, I'll send my crew on a hunt
Bunch of scheming ass niggas smoking gats and blunts
Busta Rhymes, Flipmode represent
For the Ruff Ryder, and my nigga Swizz
And we gonna be here to present
Y'all niggas with some

[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

[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

(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

(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

(Chorus)
All my niggaz on the east side
if you rydin' throw it up
All my niggaz on the west side
if you bangin' throw it up
All my niggaz on the south side
get it crunk and throw it up
All my niggaz on the north side
get it poppin' throw it up

(Drag-On)
Yeah,
I don't give a fuck what set you claim or what block you from
Or what ave you in I let off shots until the coppers come
even bust shots at ya ambulances (uh)
and I'm on that Double R shit
we the niggaz when it come to that hard shit
Drag's that nigga in the hood ya mamma told you don't get in the car wit
Hop out the car give niggaz a dap they think you a gangsta
I think it's a act cause you ain't never rob nothin'
never shot nothin' never touched a piece of crack
Drag ain't back the streets is back
put the guns to his mom make him eat that
kidnap his son send his feet back
we Double R niggaz know where we at

(Chorus)

(Drag-On)
I'ma nigga that could fuck with my thugs
crip it up with the crips throw it up with the bloods
drag use to never cook that rap like I cook that crack
now my nicks look like dubs
I could hustle I could flip that pack
Crack in my bitch ass she shit that back (uh)
niggaz wonder why she sit like that
four five better rubber the grip like that
this ain't the muthafuckin' dirty south
It's that New York nigga wit that dirty mouth (uh)
I'm the one feds heard about
'cause I'm the only nigga getting birds in a drop
I spit the ridiculous fast dump a clip in ya ass
Push ya shit in the back knocked ya shit is a rap
All we gotta do put the hits out like park the car
Up the block hit it and get in the cab

(Chorus)

(Drag-On)
I got guns I ain't gotta use a mask with
you a nigga I could never do crime with
pop them nines with make a nigga up them shines quick
show a nigga where the key's is at
before a nigga show you where the leaves is at
'cause that's where we'll leave you at
Double R we where the streets is at
We could do it we could thug it out
We could go get your people we could slug it out (uh)
The last nigga frontin in the club
The security came drug him out
Double R show you what the thug about (uh)
Anything we use go in and out knife or gun
All my niggaz know not to run until the job is done c'mon!

(Chorus)x2

(feat. Pirate)

[Chorus]
Ohh yeah do it pa'
Ohh yeah do it pa'
Ohh yeah do it pa'
Do it daddy do it

Ohh yeah do it pa'
Ohh yeah do it pa'
Ohh yeah do it pa'
Do it daddy do it

[Verse 1]
I give it to her hard so she know who I be
Instantly she fell and gave it to me
She wanted me since the first time she saw me
She felt me and it turned out she liked me
I remember when I first saw her
I chased her and inside I caught her (yeah?like that)
Ma you're the one for me (ohhhhh)
If you only imagine the stuff that I told her
Night fell and she called me to come see her
I got anxious ready to go beat that
But she had to be mines for me to get that
Everyday for me to solve all her problems
She gets freaky on the phone when she calls me
She's a freak too when I have her in the bed
She's hood she's far from a dame
Bad friend and sex full of drama

[Chorus]
Ohh yeah do it pa'
Ohh yeah do it pa'
Ohh yeah do it pa'
Do it daddy do it [x2]

[Verse 2]
Without pity I give it to her so she remembers
She sees nothing most things she misses
Ma' sucks on me and even bites me
Doesn't from shorty's the truth
I saw her when she came through the door
From what I see shes a lucky pussy to me
It's better to be alive than dead in the bedroom
I wanna see you wrapped up ma'
Baby come here hold on to me
Grind slow and move it to the side a little
Pirate come hard, I give it to you hard but mellow
Before I leave I give it to you girl like
Take it, take it make the bounce like rubber

[Chorus]

(LT)
Be a little senseless directionless
the best laid plans are usually a joke
the road's gonna go where it wants to go
and be a little fearless and careless
this could be your most cherished mistake
or a waste of time that's the chance you take

(LT)
Who can tell
it's a shot in the dark but
what the hell

(Chorus - LT)
you don't have to be so serious
seriously
why does it always have to be about
lasting love
you're too smart for that and I'm much too young
just make me smile and make me laugh
and let me slide into you
like a bubble bath

(LT)
Stop looking for a reason for believing
'cause I don't think I want one anyway
it is what it is at the end of the day
but baby there's a cool wind and warm skin
and long and liquid kisses soft and sweet
and time as wide as an empty beach
all I know
you are who you are and you're so
beautiful

(Chorus)

(LT)
Baby you're so beautiful to me

(Chorus)