*featuring The Ruff Ryders
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[Swizz Beatz]
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(mmm, mmmm)
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See y'all don't understand us you know
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Ruff Ryders is a family
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Ruff Ryders... Ruff Ryders... Ruff Ryders
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Lets go... Swizz Beatz
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[DMX]
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This is the darkest shit, sparkest shit
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Hittin wit the hardest Shit, cuz before we started shit
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Wit kidz I knew my friendz all turned against me
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Said fuck it, bought me a dog ever since me and my dog has been like this
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He got my back I got his, schemin on mad niggaz
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Dats how we do bidz
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It's about time to start another, robbin spree
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Cause yo, my way is highway, robbery, chump
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When I was up North, Sing-Sing I was sendin niggaz home in a coffin
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Livin like a orphan, you bad nigga?
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I'll be back to see if you'll be still here
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You know my style I'll put yo fucking man, in a wheelchair
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He'll never walk again, on the strength of me
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Dats how I left him G, scared to death of me
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Cannot run, hit wit the hot one
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From the shotgun, cats was close, wondered how we got done
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[Eve]
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Yo yo, E-V-E
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My dogz believe in me
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Petty thugz hide yo cake, never teasin me
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I show love to, all my bitches hustlin one'z, tussle wit thieves
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Makin moves, second to none, I locked it, uh
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Made a sudden move you got bit
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Flooded wit the double R, real street shit
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Da blond hair bandit, you got gunz, hand it
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Turn my face when I bust a cannon
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Cuz I don't wear sunblock
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Ask Drag if the fire is hot
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shit pop shellz, fall three feet, roll over and stop
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We warn niggaz that we coming then we hold up the block
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scorn niggaz like their mothers then we wet up their socks
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red dye, escaping on the red eye,sea shores then hide out
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buy out bars till we see fall
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Believe in this game, we beat y'all, you got money?
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Keep y'alls, for us be tearin tryin to hide, then our fire
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Beat y'alls
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[JadaKiss]
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And you can come see me if you tryin to make a gram tonight
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Cause I can get it for you raw, gray, tan or white
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Fuck rap yo, I'd rather be plannin a flight
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Somewhere hot on a wave runner, tanning wit dykes
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Blowin the haze, while all of em givin me brains
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One at a time, y'all start from the front of the line
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everybody wanna contact me and get wit me
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but still end up being mad cuz i charge fifty
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and as for you suka, you can keep those rapz
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and Screw your awardz, my son can't eat those plaques
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I never was shit but some things i never forget
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like if you spend three your guaranteed to make back six
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Drove the Benz off the lot and just dusted her off
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Tints, rims, stashed, tick the governer off
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Even the cats that be hatin still be lovin the dogs
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Cause they know that the double R's comin for war
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Wha
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[Styles]
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If you ain't ready to die, then why should you live?
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Cuz when I start bustin the guns, you hidin the kids
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And the Pieer's still ridin on clips, survivin wit bricks
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We beefin on the 4th you got to die on the 5th
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Like I wasnt hustlin dope or robbin the blocks
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Starvin or not, carvin the cheek, palmin the glock
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I figure which nigga could I watch wit a watch
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I like to knock off my crack then I pull off a heist
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Put it together, double it twice,this shit is my life
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Catch me wit a 45, hot pair of Nikes
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And three red dice, like, give me the bank or gimmie yo face
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Gimmie a shank It's Holiday ugh
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the hoopties in the front but the truckers a mile away
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niggaz wanna ride tomorrow when they prolly die today
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cause the P'll hollow the guns
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Holla at sons if you feel a nigga holla back
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then you swallow the ones
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[Sheek]
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(uh, uh, uh)
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Y'all dem bust in them crowd niggaz and hit whoever
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When you should aim for them niggaz that took yo leather
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They right there, but you scared that they gon bust
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Cause they crazy, but them crazy niggaz bleed like us
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See I'm one shot thru the heart like Cupid
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Y'all niggaz might be crazy, but y'all not stupid
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its 99 im killings you women and kids
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fuck scar-face watch me, im more action to see
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than dem motherfuckers that yall see on T.V.
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and fuck what you heard this how sheek get down
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comes wit guns, shit im rhyming wit one on me now
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you never know what clown goin ta walk into the studio
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talking shit and its
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Scenario 2000 (Jigga My Nigga Remix)
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| Eve |
