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Eve F/ The Ruff Ryders Miscellaneous Scenario 2000 (Jigga My Nigga Remix) [Swizz Beatz] (mmm, mmmm) See y'all don't understand us you know Ruff Ryders is a family Ruff Ryders... Ruff Ryders... Ruff Ryders Lets go... Swizz Beatz [DMX] This is the darkest shit, sparkest shit Hittin wit the hardest Shit, cuz before we started shit Wit kidz I knew my friendz all turned against me Said fuck it, bought me a dog ever since me and my dog has been like this He got my back I got his, schemin on mad niggaz Dats how we do bidz It's about time to start another, robbin spree Cause yo, my way is highway, robbery, chump When I was up North, Sing-Sing I was sendin niggaz home in a coffin Livin like a orphan, you bad nigga? I'll be back to see if you'll be still here You know my style I'll put yo fucking man, in a wheelchair He'll never walk again, on the strength of me Dats how I left him G, scared to death of me Cannot run, hit wit the hot one From the shotgun, cats was close, wondered how we got done [Eve] Yo yo, E-V-E My dogz believe in me Petty thugz hide yo cake, never teasin me I show love to, all my bitches hustlin one'z, tussle wit thieves Makin moves, second to none, I locked it, uh Made a sudden move you got bit Flooded wit the double R, real street shit Da blond hair bandit, you got gunz, hand it Turn my face when I bust a cannon Cuz I don't wear sunblock Ask Drag if the fire is hot shit pop shellz, fall three feet, roll over and stop We warn niggaz that we coming then we hold up the block scorn niggaz like their mothers then we wet up their socks red dye, escaping on the red eye ,sea shores then hide out buy out bars till we see fall Believe in this game, we beat y'all, you got money? Keep y'alls, for us be tearin tryin to hide, then our fire Beat y'alls [JadaKiss] And you can come see me if you tryin to make a gram tonight Cause I can get it for you raw, gray, tan or white Fuck rap yo, I'd rather be plannin a flight Somewhere hot on a wave runner, tanning wit dykes Blowin the haze, while all of em givin me brains One at a time, y'all start from the front of the line everybody wanna contact me and get wit me but still end up being mad cuz i charge fifty and as for you suka, you can keep those rapz and Screw your awardz, my son can't eat those plaques I never was shit but some things i never forget like if you spend three your guaranteed to make back six Drove the Benz off the lot and just dusted her off Tints, rims, stashed, tick the governer off Even the cats that be hatin still be lovin the dogs Cause they know that the double R's comin for war Wha [Styles] If you ain't ready to die, then why should you live? Cuz when I start bustin the guns , you hidin the kids And the Pieer's still ridin on clips, survivin wit bricks We beefin on the 4th you got to die on the 5th Like I wasnt hustlin dope or robbin the blocks Starvin or not, carvin the cheek, palmin the glock I figure which nigga could I watch wit a watch I like to knock off my crack then I pull off a heist Put it together, double it twice,this shit is my life Catch me wit a 45, hot pair of Nikes And three red dice, like, give me the bank or gimmie yo face Gimmie a shank It's Holiday ugh the hoopties in the front but the truckers a mile away niggaz wanna ride tomorrow when they prolly die today cause the P'll hollow the guns Holla at sons if you feel a nigga holla back then you swallow the ones [Sheek] (uh, uh, uh) Y'all dem bust in them crowd niggaz and hit whoever When you should aim for them niggaz that took yo leather They right there, but you scared that they gon bust Cause they crazy, but them crazy niggaz bleed like us See I'm one shot thru the heart like Cupid Y'all niggaz might be crazy, but y'all not stupid its 99 im killings you women and kids fuck scar-face watch me, im more action to see than dem motherfuckers that yall see on T.V. and fuck what you heard this how sheek get down comes wit guns, shit im rhyming wit one on me now you never know what clown goin ta walk into the studio talking shit and its gonna be more than the amster blow I pour gas on your skin and watch your shit detatch lit and book of matches now thats when you have met your match and the worst thing for you is to have a gun when im thursty ill turn niggaz more holy man, than Eddie Murphy i got more bricks than that city do with jersey Yo i got call cops niggaz, I got autops niggaz, that'll bust you and slide And some ol 6-drop niggaz Revolver Pop niggaz, easy Ox niggaz Get knocked, say we smoked detox niggaz Drug program, hit the streetz we cop 56 mo gramz Y'all niggaz ain't messin wit scrams And that's [Drag-On] (come on, come on, come on,) Boy, whats the difference between fire and water? You whether drown or die off torture, cause yo skins of ya And watch ya burn off fat, dog I'm off the thermostat Could put a comb to my mouth and give yo bitch a perm wit that Keep shellz in the envelopes cuz I'll mail out bullets More blood that a riot on a jailhouse footage Buck 40, buy the extra 20 wit the semi, when it hit you You gon do a 360 pretty swiftly when i burn you to a crisp you ganna be cruncher than chips wit mah hand all up in da bag munchin on tha shit bit by bit clip by clip and every block by block is brick on brick I got knots on knots Cause I got things that'll pop yo top And double R spot yo block wit 16 shots and watch y'all drop And ain't nobody gettin up, (un)less they in the wheelchair Sittin up or spittin up, either way I don't give a fuck |
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