Ruff Ruff Ruff Ruff Ruff Ruff Ruff Ruff
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Huh...Ruff Ryders (Ryde or Die (overlap))
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Don't get it twisted ya'll (yea yea yea (overlap)
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Ruff Ryders..(..ta fuck i'm talking about right here)
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Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders)
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Don't get it twisted ya'll (yea yea yea (overlap)
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Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders)
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Don't get it twisted ya'll (yea yea yea (overlap)
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(Jadakiss)
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Now I know you couldn't wait
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to hear kiss over premier
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kill you on tape
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then, watch it over a beer
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cause you aint nothing but a movie
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with extensive footage
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that's the reason they gon' leave you with extensive bullets
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Aint non of ya'll better than lox
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Have all of ya'll dressed up in a suit
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dead in a box
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me and my niggas get reder than fox
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and i don't care if i love you
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i still want head of the drop
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Niggas runnin' round talkin' that Y-2-K shit
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Crackheads'll still gon' want that gray shit
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that's why ima always cop the yay quick
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so i suggest all of ya'll stay off jay dick
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Too hard for MTV
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Not black enough for BET
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Just let me be
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Give me all my royalty money
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and let me greed
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and ima have hoes for six
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and hash for three
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Chorus
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Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders)
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Don't get it twisted ya'll
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Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders)
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L to the O to the X (fade)
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Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders)
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Don't get it twisted ya'll
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Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders)
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L O X niggas (fade)
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Don't get it twisted ya'll
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(Sheek Luchion)
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Ayo I give it to you point blank
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in your moms place
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so like point break with a mask on with presidents face
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clear my space, when big sheek crash the boards
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ya'll aint just mark niggas, ya'll Hallmark niggas
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With all that soft ass writin' might as well be in cards
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You gon' gamble with your life, when i launch these torpidos
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that'll shoot the crack out your ass ? ? casionos
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just me and my gambino's drunk as fuck
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in tha club parking lot dvd in a trunk
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I been drunk most my life, don't ask me why
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ninth grade, i aint go to highschool
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i went to school high
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and i dont care what ya'll got
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that shit don't excite me
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im black and deadly and my burner just like me
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and i'm quick to stick one of ya'll on tour
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at the sheridan
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see whats yours will be mine
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without, inherittin'
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give up your chains
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and them little diamonds in your ear
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is it worth your family cryin'
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and the doctor yellin' "clear?", huh?
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Chorus
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(Styles Pinero)
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If I knew heaven head a ghetto
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that was sweeter than here
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you know P would pack his bag
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and just leave next year
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but i got a son to raise
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so ima stay in this hell
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and i gotta gun to blaze
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if you play with the L
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dot O dot X dot at the end
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we the niggas that's gon' leave
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with the pot at the end
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never too young to die
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or too old to live
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aint it hard to bust your gun
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go home and mold your kid
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im a shamed i sell crack
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but ima ryde for the moment
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know the concequence
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ima die with the omen
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two is better than one
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there's three of the lox
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key in a pot
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key in the drop
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key to the top
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father, son, and holy ghost of rap
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3 in a 1 seein a gun
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and usin' it dog
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dope in a six
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coke in a five
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weed in a four
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ice is for my niggas
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but the heat is for ya'll
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Chorus (loop recognize/fade)
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Recognize
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The LOX |