[Swizz Beatz]
|
Uh, right off the cuff
|
Blow your head off shoulders, nothin but dust
|
Got some big boy, toys, them toys is us
|
We pop shots, y'all niggaz'll just fuss
|
Now e'rybody talkin 'bout they run New York
|
I grew up the street, don't see 'em up in New York
|
I ride in Bentleys, Lamborghin's in New York
|
Nigga know how we do it in the streets of New York
|
I, make make that guacamole
|
Y'all niggaz comin up but y'all movin slowly
|
Praise the Lord like you owe He
|
Cause He is makin possible for me
|
To see the light, to see all good things, comin
|
In forth and behind what we have
|
Leavin when the smoke and behind in my half
|
Damn, my pinky ring keep blindin yo' ass
|
|
[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
|
Why you talkin to me, like I don't know what's goin on?
|
I been in the hood on fire, and you know it's always on
|
Oh-oh, say what, oh-oh, what say what
|
Oh-oh, say what, oh-oh, ay (man)
|
Are you lookin at me, like I don't know what's goin on?
|
I'm from the ghetto, nigga, that where I was born
|
Oh-oh, say what, oh-oh, say what say what
|
Oh-oh, say what, oh-oh
|
|
[Swizz Beatz]
|
A genie told me - give me a call to alter your fortune
|
Spin your head 'round like your (Wheel of Fortune)
|
Goddamn, the ghetto hot, the ghetto scorchin
|
Them goons'll take everything you pride and bought and
|
Come on kick your door in, ATF
|
Move, they takin everything that's left
|
Oh-oh! Say what, oh-oh! They comin through
|
Oh-oh! Get out, oh-oh! They catchin who?
|
Not me! I'm goin out the fire escape, climbin down
|
I almost bust my ass gettin to the ground
|
Fuck it! I kept a little back of my stash
|
I kept a little bundle in the crack of my ass
|
Don't tell nobody, because we gettin it goin
|
Y'all niggaz know how we do but they ain't really knowin
|
And they ain't really showin, the truth is goin down
|
Muh'fuck me in the hood, so you know it's goin down
|
|
[Chorus w/ ad libs]
|
|
[Swizz Beatz]
|
You should just - believe in yo'self
|
If you don't, nobody else will
|
So just - redeem yo'self
|
Don't worry about (redeem yourself) the cars and wealth, homie
|
Cause God put us, on this green green Earth
|
And what we do? Turn that thing into gang turf
|
We can make it better but we make things worse
|
You could be in the Benz or in the black hearse
|
But whatever, however, you get my drift
|
Gotta, go to the block, just smoke this spliff
|
I was droppin the jewel, you know, givin you a gift
|
Make your soul better, make your mind uplift
|
I am, gon' continue to marinate
|
In a sea of wihrl and changin the world
|
This music thing I call my girl
|
Better yet my wife cause it changed my life
|
|
[Chorus w/ ad libs]
|
|
[ad libs to the end]
|
|
-----------------
|
Off The Cuff
|
| Ruff Ryders |
