UHH UHH UHHHHHH!!!!!!!
|
Yeah!!
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Def Jam Yeah!! (come on)
|
Ruff Ryders Yeah!! (come on)
|
Def Jam Yeah!! (come on)
|
Ruff Ryders Yeah!! (come on)
|
Def Jam Yeah!! (come on)
|
Ruff Ryders Yeah!! (come on)
|
Bloodline, we bout to blow
|
Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow
|
Vacant Lot, we bout to blow
|
Man, bitch ass niggaz
|
just don't know
|
Bloodline, we bout to blow
|
Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow
|
Vacant Lot, we bout to blow
|
Man, bitch ass niggaz
|
just don't know
|
I'm just gonna stick to the
|
script cuz you know how that
|
shit go
|
Quick to the flip dog,
|
kitten don't let go
|
Get that shit yo,
|
wrong or right me
|
Dog for life and it's on tonight
|
Y'all niggaz make
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money, money, money
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My Niggaz take
|
money, money, money
|
Bloodline, get down cuz I
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love mine
|
I can put my life
|
on the line at least
|
one time Cats don't know nothing
|
but show frontin
|
I'm a pump pump it up
|
like Joe Budden
|
Dark Man, bang your head
|
with the walk man
|
Tryna holla at shorty,
|
you still tryna talk man
|
Sometimes niggaz is worse
|
than the bitches
|
So I'm a holla at you,
|
but first with the stitches
|
Cats don't know
|
who you fucking with
|
'til you fucking with
|
X and you stuck in shit
|
Bloodline, we bout to blow
|
Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow
|
Vacant Lot, we bout to blow
|
Man, bitch ass niggaz
|
just don't know
|
Bloodline, we bout to blow
|
Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow
|
Vacant Lot, we bout to blow
|
Man, bitch ass niggaz
|
just don't know
|
Yo Grease I need this beat,
|
no disrespect
|
I just got some
|
shit I need to get off my chest
|
Look around and I see the rap
|
game is a mess So many chromes,
|
now they getting me vexed
|
Upset and insane in how the
|
game gonna change shit
|
Sounding the same,
|
and it's a ma fucking shame
|
While lames think they flow
|
so sick,
|
getting excited
|
Yeah they got a sick flow,
|
it's called the Young Hoe Virus
|
BUT,
|
let me fall back into character
|
B got so hot,
|
never been an amateur
|
Ask the locals, Boy its Lo Co
|
Never Stop my flow,
|
wanna go pro, you know
|
Check the history,
|
started with the R's
|
Now I'm running with the line,
|
four time, no mystery
|
Dog, tryna position me to
|
get in the door
|
But since the door don't open
|
wide enough we rippin it off
|
Bloodline, we bout to blow
|
Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow
|
Vacant Lot, we bout to blow
|
Man, bitch ass niggaz
|
just don't know
|
Bloodline, we bout to blow
|
Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow
|
Vacant Lot, we bout to blow
|
Man, bitch ass niggaz
|
just don't know
|
Dog, gonna be Dog,
|
that's how I get down
|
Step up, nigga, sit down,
|
put your shit down (AIGHT!!!)
|
Clowns ain't even built
|
for the circus,
|
I'm about to pop this nigga
|
(DOG, It ain't worth it)
|
TAHHHH, yeah you right,
|
soon as your man make it
|
dead at night
|
I'll be there, aight??
|
(then what??)
|
Everything stops,
|
money turns on the light,
|
and Pa Pop Pop Pop!!!
|
None stop shots ringing out,
|
cowards hit the ground
|
I came to get down
|
if you came to get down
|
Blow the pound up,
|
niggaz wanna what with us
|
Bloodline and the dog I trust,
|
so for the dog I bust
|
That thang,
|
catch me while I'm up in the
|
truck with that thang
|
Dog get the word,
|
it's a must that I bang
|
And trust me, I'm gonna
|
do my motherfuck'n thang
|
Bloodline, we bout to blow
|
Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow
|
Vacant Lot, we bout to blow
|
Man, bitch ass niggaz
|
just don't know
|
Bloodline, we bout to blow
|
Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow
|
Vacant Lot, we bout to blow
|
Man, bitch ass niggaz
|
just don't know
|
Yeah! Come on man,
|
ya niggaz what the
|
fuck this shit is!
|
Gutter
|
UHH UHH UHHHHHH!!!!!!!
|
Yeah!!
|
Def Jam Yeah!! (come on)
|
Ruff Ryders Yeah!! (come on)
|
Def Jam Yeah!! (come on)
|
Ruff Ryders Yeah!! (come on)
|
Def Jam Yeah!! (come on)
|
Ruff Ryders Yeah!! (come on)
|
Bloodline, we bout to blow
|
Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow
|
Vacant Lot, we bout to blow
|
Man, bitch ass niggaz
|
just don't know
|
Bloodline, we bout to blow
|
Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow
|
Vacant Lot, we bout to blow
|
Man, bitch ass niggaz
|
just don't know
|
I'm just gonna stick to the
|
script cuz you know how tha t
|
shit go
|
Quick to the flip dog,
|
kitten don't let go
|
Get that shit yo,
|
wrong or right me
|
Dog for life and it's on tonight
|
Y'all niggaz make
|
money, money, money
|
My Niggaz take
|
money, money, money
|
Bloodline, get down cuz I
|
love mine
|
I can put my life
|
on the line at least
|
one time Cats don't know nothing
|
but show frontin
|
I'm a pump pump it up
|
like Joe Budden
|
Dark Man, bang your head
|
with the walk man
|
Tryna holla at shorty,
|
you still tryna talk man
|
Sometimes niggaz is worse
|
than the bitches
|
So I'm a holla at you,
|
but first with the stitches
|
Cats don't know
|
who you fucking with
|
'til you fucking with
|
X and you stuck in shit
|
Bloodline, we bout to blow
|
Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow
|
Vacant Lot, we bout to blow
|
Man, bitch ass niggaz
|
just don't know
|
Bloodline, we bout to blow
|
Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow
|
Vacant Lot, we bout to blow
|
Man, bitch ass niggaz
|
just don't know
|
Yo Grease I need this beat,
|
no disrespect
|
I just got some
|
shit I need to get off my chest
|
Look around and I see the rap
|
game is a mess So many chromes,
|
now they getting me vexed
|
Upset and insane in how the
|
game gonna change shit
|
Sounding the same,
|
and it's a ma fucking shame
|
While lames think they flow
|
so sick,
|
getting excited
|
Yeah they got a sick flow,
|
it's called the Young Hoe Virus
|
BUT,
|
let me fall back into character
|
B got so hot,
|
never been an amateur
|
Ask the locals, Boy its Lo Co
|
Never Stop my flow,
|
wanna go pro, you know
|
Check the history,
|
started with the R's
|
Now I'm running with the line,
|
four time, no mystery
|
Dog, tryna position me to
|
get in the door
|
But since the door don't open
|
wide enough we rippin it off
|
Bloodline, we bout to blow
|
Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow
|
Vacant Lot, we bout to blow
|
Man, bitch ass niggaz
|
just don't know
|
Bloodline, we bout to blow
|
Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow
|
Vacant Lot, we bout to blow
|
Man, bitch ass niggaz
|
just don't know
|
Dog, gonna be Dog,
|
that's how I get down
|
Step up, nigga, sit down,
|
put your shit down (AIGHT!!!)
|
Clowns ain't even built
|
for the circus,
|
I'm about to pop this nigga
|
(DOG, It ain't worth it)
|
TAHHHH, yeah you right,
|
soon as your man make it
|
dead at night
|
I'll be there, aight??
|
(then what??)
|
Everything stops,
|
money turns on the light,
|
and Pa Pop Pop Pop!!!
|
None stop shots ringing out,
|
cowards hit the ground
|
I came to get down
|
if you came to get down
|
Blow the pound up,
|
niggaz wanna what with us
|
Bloodline and the dog I trust,
|
so for the dog I bust
|
That thang,
|
catch me while I'm up in the
|
truck with that thang
|
Dog get the word,
|
it's a must that I bang
|
And trust me, I'm gonna
|
do my motherfuck'n thang
|
Bloodline, we bout to blow
|
Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow
|
Vacant Lot, we bout to blow
|
Man, bitch ass niggaz
|
just don't know
|
Bloodline, we bout to blow
|
Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow
|
Vacant Lot, we bout to blow
|
Man, bitch ass niggaz
|
just don't know
|
Yeah! Come on man,
|
ya niggaz what the
|
fuck this shit is!
|
Gutter
|
|
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|
We 'Bout To Blow featuring Big Stan
|
| DMX |
