1.Bug Out
Ughhh
Aieyo (ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!)
These niggaz is crazy baby
They cant fuck wit da dog (ya know)
Yo Swizz
Swizz (my nigga)
Swizz, Swizz, Swizz
Anotha one？ (Swizz)
Anotha one？ (Anotha one？)
Are we being greedy？？？ (Uh, Swizz, Swizz)
Or what？？？
I don't think so
Uh
Come on baby
Like u dont know
Da streets is (uh)
To Bad
They'll find yo body
But in pieces (uh)
Cuz the beast is
On some real cruddy shit
About to split yo wig wit some bloody shit
I ain't droppin' nutitn but dat ugly shit (come on)
Bite yo head like i tried yo man
Cuz what u sayin is nuttin(uh huh)
Must really think im playin
But i'll be layin
While u bluffin
Look out !!!
Dey don't let dat crook out
I took out
Enough of yo family
To have a fuckin cook out (uh)
For one time we get togetha (uh)
Is it when everyone get hit togetha
Or when im in da tent just before they hit da leather
Ima say it so i know how much strenght is left
And curse all who will breathe in da stench of death (uh huh)
Though after the sixth day im buried
I will rise
And bomb da fluid in my veins and blood in my eyes (uh, uh)
And them guys that was laughin
Dont even smile anymore
How many 4 pound rounds can yo ass indulge？
20 more of that raw strip to da flesh (what？!)
1000 pounds of pressure
Shit that rip through the vest and pull yo chest open
So what da Ruff Ryder possed to do？
When u frontin
Give u niggaz what u wantin
Mufucka...
NUTIN!!
2.Do That Shit
Uh
Sick when she rock shit, stop when block shit
Never try to run when she pull back the cock shit
Stop, drop, shut 'em down open up shop shit
Got 'em goin' crazy, wonderin' when they could cop shit
First lady, Ruff Ryder, honey got the hot shit
Star-bound, money now, for jet-black drop shit
Eve guarantee, betcha' niggaz wanna pop this
Little kids be behind me screamin' out, 'Can you stop miss？!!'
I know they daddy's fiendin', daydreamin' bout me topless
Real bitches listen while they ride around and knock my shit
Try not to move ya head, come on now, stop it
Hustle nigga betty take yours quicker than coke profit
'Cuz I can double it, and put
Bitch on bitch, brick on brick, stich on stich, who you fuckin
wit？
Not me, can't a nigga or bitch stop me
You hatin' mothafuckas line up for your first copy
Y'all fuckin' with the right ones, UHH
Role it up and just lite some, UHH
Where my niggaz with the big guns？
And when you smoke that shit it's like, 'WHOA!!WHOA!!'
Y'all fuckin' with the right ones, UHH
Role it up and just lite some, UHH
Where my niggaz that take ones？
'Cuz when we smoke that shit it's like 'WHOA!!WHOA!!'
Uh, yo
Start the beef, hold up, ran when we roled up
Tough guy, wanna try ya luck？ Betcha' fold up
Ask around partner, got this whole shit sewed up
Gotcha' cryin' like, 'Man I wanna blow up!!'
Cowards make me sick, swere to god I wanna throw-up
Answer in a session with me？ You better flow tough
Offended？ Don't agree with what i'm sayin' nigga？ So what？
Now I gotta teach you respect, you better slow up
Question, 'Can she really hold it down？' (sure enough)
Philly's where she from, but when she smoke, she like to go
Dutch
You know what？ Quick to take the next man shyne
Quick to make him start bitchin' make the next man whine
Fuckin babies!! Go ahead and lay down, it's nap-time
Same shit you spittin', heard it in your last rhyme
Ain't to much thatchu' could do, so that'chure skills could pass
mine
Car eer fineto, here's some dough, go watch a peep show
Y'all fuckin' with the right ones, UHH
Role it up and just lite some, UHH
Where my niggaz with the big guns？
And when you smoke that shit it's like, 'WHOA!!WHOA!!'
Y'all fuckin' with the right ones, UHH
Role it up and just lite some, UHH
Where my niggaz that take ones？
'Cuz when we smoke that shit it's like 'WHOA!!WHOA!!'
What me to talk crazy, shit, my moms made me
And all ya'll niggas can do is ＊？？？spend a paybie？？？＊
Ain't gonna never change, do anything for bricks
Call my celly to come get you while I pass you in your Range
Nigga ride ya shotgun in the car wit' your friends
And what the fuck you wanna do？ But wanna blow out your brains？
Clown, I spot 'em from the time you buy me a drink
Instantly I get a vision of diamond studded links, and full ink
minks
And little doggies dyed pink
'Cuz I know ya wanna spend your last, before you even think
If you know somethin', speak the shit, I can keep a secret
To me, the niggas with the most money, is the cheapest
Wanna give me money off the book？ Daddy you can keep it
That's why they got the most sites, and in the most fights
And walk with big brolic niggas thats protectin' they life
If you know you pussy nigga, take off the ice
Y'all fuckin' with the right ones, UHH
Role it up and just lite some, UHH
Where my niggaz with the big guns？
And when you smoke that shit it's like, 'WHOA!!WHOA!!'
Y'all fuckin' with the right ones, UHH
Role it up and just lite some, UHH
Where my niggaz that take ones？
'Cuz when we smoke that shit it's like 'WHOA!!WHOA!!'
3.Dope Money
What, what？
(This goes out to the general public)
Yo.. you over there Styles？ - Yeah dog
(Anybody sleepin on us)
Second album nigga - two guns up nigga
Real L.O.X. - blaze!
'We Are the Streets' nigga, y'all know who the best
(C'mon) Fuck y'all niggas wanna do - what, what？
(Let's go)
Couldn't live the life I live (yo why's that)
I could die any minute, I get high every minute
Fuckin with snake niggas, and sleepin with foul bitches
Came through in the latest whip with two pounds in it
Pull over where the hustlers be (and why's that)
Cause I get chills when you talk of hustlin ki's
So I'm always where the powder be at (what it mean)
I can blow five bricks to ten in an hour if that
Stay away from where the cowards be at (why's that)
Time is money god, and you can't get an hour back
Or I would do it again to get the power back
Have Godfather status, make niggas bow to that
You could all shine and glitter and keep the ones
Fives and tens, for twenties and up, we dummy it up
Make a lot of money, look bummy and what
Cause money aint shit, respect is everything
So if I kill niggas dead, don't ask me shit
I smoke blunts to the head, so don't pass me shit
I'd rather die from a bullet, than a nasty bitch
They say the good die young, all that mean to me
is that the hood die young, we call it the last days
What you know about coppin a house to fight pits in
Or blowin weed smoke on the cops that write tickets
Henny iy up, shit we can semi it up
Have a picture of you on the wall, 'In Memory Of'
Stay in sync with the hood, gray minks with the hood
We tryin' to get money like chinks in the hood
They ask me how I'm doing now - I tell 'em better than them
And if your man front - he can get eleven in him
And if you told them once - then you better tell him again
Ay yo, now let's see
Who you know fuckin with Sheek Luc, Jadakiss, and S.P.
From dope money to rap money, back to dope money (C'mon)
From loaded guns to empty ones, over dope money (Let's go)
We got the car house and the smoke, with the dope money (C'mon)
All my niggas that died, over dope money (Let's go)
Bust your nine niggas, side by side niggas (C'mon)
If we get the RICO law, we go run and hide niggas (Let's go)
Death is the only thing that might divide niggas (C'mon)
So don't fuck around with them Ryde or Die niggas (Let's go)
Basically speakin, all I know your face will be leakin
I rap full time and still pump bass on the weekend
A nigga hoppin all over the map - and what you learned
That niggas with long paper take longer to crack
That's why every chance I buy me a gat
Why you rather buy you a chain - I aim at your brain
Nigga, robbery is all we know, so how we gon go broke
when we could always take all y'all dough
And then fly out to Cuba and get in the coke fields
Die off the buddha, fifty with fifty mill
Bring drama cause Gianconna got Kennedy killed
If you come through in a jet, then you frontin to us
Cause when the coke price was up - it was nuthin to us
We got blocks full of heroin - weed and dust
Seen bullets pop off - cause of greed and lust
And when the big dogs die - who gon feed the pups
My niggas is here, so you know the circle is tight
I circle the block, and cut off the lights - pray to Christ
And when the cops come, we don't care, we got shotguns
And niggas with the most ice, get the hot ones
Stay on your job, nigga I'ma stay on mine
And if I lose my voice nigga, I'ma flow online
And by next year, we should have a thousand guns
Nigga Ruff Ryde, Ryde or Die Volume One
4.Down Bottom
Drag-On：
Ha, Ha, Ha Oh, Damn Now bop to this Oh Yeah Ya'll know what this
is Flame on Juvenile Drag-on Flame on And now Swizz, Swizz Beatz
yeah
Drag-On：
Me and my niggas done licked shots
Even done hit cops
Bet ya'll niggas can't wait till my shit drop
Treat you like your moma given' lip to pop
Nigga you don't want my paper drop
Cause that means I'm empty
And your full of it
Check what the bullet did
Missiles gonna hit you get you
Rip through tissue Should have never rhymed this cause I miss
you
I make plus cash Ya'll little niggas can't fuck wit Drag
Got the chain out So it's bust and grab
Nigga fuck that You better bust back 'fore ya nigga ask back
where the vest at
Rock like a girl but you can't trust cash
Spit like a fire but you can't touch black
All you can do is cuss back And read back how you bust gats
Nigga we don't need that I don't care about your feed back
Ya'll niggas don't feed Drag
Tell a motherfucker pull out Bust a bullet out In ya safe house
Nigga where the keys at Nigga where the stash at Nigga where the
weed at
Nigga pass that 'fore I pull my trigger
Mater fact where the ass at Cause I got the Ruff Ryders
And I aint talkin bout my niggas
Nigga we can go hoe for hoe Toe to toe Blow for blow
And when you fell your nose crack
That mean I broke that I'm fittin to PO-PO wit a flame thrower
like I told yo' befo' ya know
You can't handle it You can put me on wax but my fire burn
candles
And who that nigga Ruff Rydin' Drag-on Ya'll niggas and south
siders
Chorus (Drag-on：)
Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns
(Chant：) Hell yeah we bust our guns
(Drag-on：) Do you fuck them 'till they cum
(Chant：) Damn right we make them cum
(Drag-on：) It's for the north
(Voices：) Head South, Head East, Head West
(Drag-on：) Ruff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the
best
(Repeat)
Juvenile：
In the late night
We be cockin high givin' you stage fright
Yo' head might explode
When I bust with the lead pipe
And I say right
Juvenile hey tight
Stay hype
Now page Mike
And make sure he got all the yeah aight
I'm tired of niggas be thinkin that you usein' me
Runnin with them petty ass niggas lookin' like fools to me
I'm workin wit some change ha
And aint afraid to put 50 up on ya brain ha
You 'bout warin' over ya people I'm the same ha
Look I'ma have some body sayin' thats the shame game
But if them people come they aint gonna give no names ha
Playin' with the number one son don't play no games ha
Come outside don't see nothin' but camoflage and bricks
Yo' get some boys straped with (ban)danas tryin knock off yo'
shit
Ya stankin' bitch I Ruff Ryde your ass then
Cashin' for money Juve aint gettin nothin' Ha, Ha, Ha that shit
is funny
(Repat Chorus 2x)
Drag-on：
When my niggas get knocked we gonna bail them out
When it come to my gun my shells is out
You better get the message cause I done mailed it out
I'ma bang like a hammer and I'ma nail us out
East west the right this for my niggas up north
My guns made in China so you better dust off
Cause when they getcha you gonna be ketchup
I always got chedder I never ass bet ya'
And I won't even sweat ya' We roll much larger and better
My dough is never low
But if Drag is down on his last
I'ma reach in my sweater bet my baretta
Make a nigga feel heat in cold weather
Can't stand a nigga hype Throw me his bitch
Bitch come to my shit You betta come get her
Be like a dog with a bone I run with her
Ya'll make me so tired Ya'll niggas still rappin' like ya'll
don't know my flows fire
Ya'll aint got ya'll boots Aint got ya'll suits probaly got a
gun that aint never shoot When they come you better hope they
don't name you
Cause like two sticks rubbin' I'll flame you
Don't try to be me cause I aint you
'fore I have your spirits with the angels
My shorty keep a gun on the ankles
Wana fuck watch out she will bang you
Cause I taught her well Ya'll players better haul to hell
But you niggas couldn't borrow a belt
Who evers wit you is gonna jail
Is you iggas bustin' guns or you aint bustin' none ha
You want to fuck'em till they cum ha
Drag-on Juvenille double up what you want ha (Repeat chorus 4x)
5.I'm A Ruff Ryder
Ryde or Die Vol. 1
Intro：
Baby, I'm a Ruff Ryder
Heeeeeyy, yeah yeah
I'm a Ruff Ryder....
Verse 1
Woke up one Sunday mornin
At the crack of dawn and, oh no
My baby left a letter
Tellin me don't forget her (oh no)
She said I wasn't able
To keep our love stable
She knew that I was fooling around (oh yes she did)
She saw me with a girl downtown, downtown...
Chorus：
So your sayin that you love me baby
But your gone forever and more, and more, and more
(I'm a Ruff Ryder)
And your gonna be sorry baby
Cause I want you more than before, and more, and more, and more
(I'm a Ruff Ryder)
Verse 2
Now as the letter goes on
I'm reminded of the times when she all alone
All the days that shes cried
But not once did I ever see the pain in her eyes(oh no)
She said that I was wrong
That a man that doesn't care
Is up all alone (silly ass nigga)
If I could do it all again
Girl I know one thing
Is I would not let you go
Chorus
You walked away, with nothin to say
Said your tired of the games I played
There ain't nothin that I wouldn't do
To find a way to get back to you
Now your gone and I'm all alone
Wish that you, would come back home
You know I need you here in my life
All I wanna do is try to make it right
Chorus to fade
6.Jigga My Nigga
Jay-Z
Roc-a-fella, Ruff Ryders. Swizz Beats, It's almost over ya'll,
Jigga Uh, uh, uh, uh, Lights out niggas!!! (Women Singing)
Jay-Z：(Jigga) What's my mother fucking name？
(Jigga) And who I'm rolling with huh？
(My Niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh
Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right
(Jigga) What's my mother fucking name？
(Jigga) And who I'm rolling with huh？
(My Niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh Niggas better get it right,
bitches better get it right
Verse 1：
Sold the crack when I was down in AC
Back on the block Jay-Z mother fucker from the, the, the Roc
Went solo on that ass but it's still the same
Brooklyn be the place where I serve them thangs
Be my niggas was struggling, to the 'burbs they came
And then we got to hustling, mudering thangs
I dipped in my stash, splurged on a chain
Now I'm Titianic, Iceberg's the name
Leave players on injured reserve, hurt the game
The best way to describe me in the word, insane
I dick down chicks all emerged in my fame
Jigga been dope since Slick Rick's first chain
The God, send you back to the earth from which you came
I'm baking soda, waterfire, merged with 'cane
Ladies don't know me said 'I heard he's vain'
Well guess what mommies？ I heard the same,
You heard the name
Chorus：
(Jigga) What's my mother fucking name？
(Jigga) And who I'm rolling with huh？
(My Niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh Niggas better get it right,
bitches better get it right Who？
(Jigga) What's my mother fucking name？
(Jigga) And who I'm rolling with huh？
(My Niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh
Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right
Verse 2：
Got a license to kill so I stay the gat
Roc-a-fella, Ruff Ryders, nigga scared a that
Got a new motto this year, Don't Fuck With My Ones
Knock on your door, three in the morning, 'It's just us and our
guns!'
See I scrambled with priests, hustle with nuns
got the mind capacity of a young Butch Cassidy
Niggas get fly, let 'em defy gravity
Four-five rapidly lift your chest cavity
Streets won't let me chill
Always been a clumsy nigga, don't let me spill
Mother fuckers wanna wet me still,
I remain ya'll Raw, the one, like five divided by four
Shit, this just the hate that's been provided by ya'll
Reciprocated and multiplied by more
You likely to see Jigga in a Wide Body or
Drop-top Bently is all, Holla at me ya'll
Chorus：
(Jigga) What's my mother fucking name？
(Jigga) And who I'm rolling with huh？
(My Niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh Niggas better get it right,
bitches better get it right Who？
(Jigga) What's my mother fucking name？
(Jigga) And who I'm rolling with huh？
(My Niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh Niggas better get it right,
bitches better get it right
Verse 3：
I don't give a fuck if I sold one or one million, but I think
you should
Cause if I only sold one, then out comes the hood
The all black, in the gloves, the outcome ain't good
Them niggas act like wolves, how come？ They could
Cause we don't drop hits, we drop bombs that smash
Till the wrists is lit up, the arm looks like glass
The necklace chipped up, the charm it flash
Could fuck up your eyes like the bombest hash
See the reason why chicks let me palm they ass
All I gotta do is let 'em call me Shawn de'Glass
Let me sit up in they whip till I launch it back
Snap they neck, then shoot 'em till they aren't sent back
The calmest cat, trust me when I palm this gat
Kill your mind, body and soul, push your conscience back
Monster's back, and Flex drop a bomb to that
And everybody sing-a-long to the track, Come on
Chorus：
(Jigga) What's my mother fucking name？
(Jigga) And who I'm rolling with huh？
(My Niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh Niggas better get it right,
bitches better get it right Who？
(Jigga) What's my mother fucking name？
(Jigga) And who I'm rolling with huh？
(My Niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh Niggas better get it right,
bitches better get it right Who？
(Jigga) What's my mother fucking name？
(Jigga) And who I'm rolling with huh？
(My Niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh Niggas better get it right,
bitches better get it right Who？
(Jigga) What's my mother fucking name？
(Jigga) And who I'm rolling with huh？
(My Niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh Niggas better get it right,
bitches better get it right
7.Kiss of Death
Send DMX polyphonic ringtone to your cell phone
Jadakiss
AHH!! They tryin-they comin' for my head po (uh) They're tryin'
to put pressure on a nigga Huh, short notice (uh-huh) Got
sumpin' for them niggaz though (uh-huh) Yo
Verse 1
I'm like the Dow Jones of rap, my stocks is high
And it never was all of, so stop the lies
Mothafuckas'll blow your brains out, and watch you bleed
The same niggaz that you trust, let 'em watch your seed
You got a dead niggaz, money don't stop the greed
That's why now I gotta rock my vest, pop my 3
And whoever die first, may god forgive
the nigga who lives, sometimes you gotta handle your biz
To my niggaz when I die, keep inhalin' the lye
And come to my wake high, when your tellin' me bye
What goes around comes around, am I comin' or goin'？
All i'm tryin' to do is leave you numb, gunnin' or flowin'
I might cock-back the gauge, and start shootin' at 'cha people
I'm lookin for the devil 'cuz money's the root of evil
And 'Kiss won't be happy 'til my bezel look see-thru
Until I flood N-Y with pediquo and diesle
Catch me with the top, off my whip
Bust my gun while it's still tucked so you could hop, off my
dick
I run with a few parolees, all thieves, that rocks ice Blue
pacholies and rolies
At the mob meetin', keep quite when the God speakin'
Squeeze my joint, 'til my mothafuckin' palm squeakin'
And nevermind who the lox'll sign to (that's right)
What difference do it make nigga？ Just listen to the tape nigga
(c'mon)
Chorus
Jay to the mmwwaa, hustle coke, ryde or die (uh)
Kiss hand-wash money, let it drip dry (uh-huh)
Jay to the mmwwaa, keep cowards on their toes (yeah)
Kiss push the drop, rock the ice, get the hoes (uh)
Jay to the mmwwaa got the smash on the block (uh-huh)
Kiss got the label's tellin' niggaz not to drop (tell 'em)
Everthing you get (uh-huh), you really don't expect (naw)
'Cuz when you Jay to the mmwwaa, you kiss to the death
Verse 2
Yeah, Yo, Yo I wanna know, is the promise land heaven or hell？
'Cuz the niggaz that made promises, most of them fell
If you hungry, then I got some niggaz servin' the shells
With no sauce, and they silver, only take one to kill you
It's a small world, so you better guard your secrets
And it's easy to get money, but it's hard to keep it
Never was the one that like to hound no bitch
All I do is try to keep niggaz around me rich
Screw all-a-y'all cowards, I consider you lames
Had to save my lunch money just to get in the game
That was back when I used-ta have a mean back-spin
And no mack-10, it was just bats then
U know, beat a nigga down, take his rope
Now we-a, heat a nigga down, take his coke
And you can call me if you wanna bye them thangs
I get 'em half-price 'cuz papi know my name
Call me, Jay to the mmwwaa And everything you got in your livin
room,
I got in my car 'Cept for the bar
I try to put a little money away
'Cuz you know they say, tommorrow ain't promised today
Either bubblin' or strugglin', nuttin between
Or have a grimie nigga like me, fuckin' ya Queen
And the Kiss only do shit with niggaz I know (that's right)
And the outside nigga can't fuck up my flow (c'mon)
Chorus
Jay to the mmwwaa, hustle coke, ryde or die Kiss hand-wash
money, let it drip dry Jay to the mmwwaa,
keep cowards on their toes Kiss push the drop, rock the ice, get
the hoes Jay to the mmwwaa got the smash on the block Kiss got
the label's tellin' niggaz not to drop Everthing you get, you
really don't expect 'Cuz when you Jay to the mmwwaa, you kiss to
the death Uh
8.Pina Colada
-Vaya
-Come on
-Vaya
-A vailar
Where're my niggers with the big dicks？ -Ahh
Where're my niggers with the hot whips？ -Ahh
Where're my niggers living better？
We want Barettas and Amarettas, butter leathers and mad cheddar.
(Ayo Pun, I got you baby)
We play the front not the back, when there's beef I attack
Grab the guns and start lighting
Ya'll the bitch niggers behind cars scared to death like 'yo,
who fighting？'
How the fuck you teaching me I ain't got no obedience
Ya'll are made of shit I'm the thug's ingredients
And for my niggers I peel like fucked up paint jobs
Cover your block and put holes in you like old blankets
Fuck a bitch use a sock and wipe my nut what？
Run in your spot and use a Glock to get my cut what？
Smack you in public and embarrass you slut what？
Put you on punishment the same way I do to my son
And the only bullets by my stomach be the clip from my gun
And when my gun busts it's over so close the curtains
My silencer's like ch, ch, ch like birds was chirping
I like Boricuas ya know that Sheik be freaky
I put coke in their peepee then stuff the bras
Put some coke in the bras that look like coconuts
That's what's up don't have Sheik's click clack this up
Disload the back pack her bitch ass back me up
You know double R and Terror Squad niggers want they cut.
I'm well know like Al Capone, full blown like Tone Montana
In the zone sitting on chrome stoned sipping on Champana
Rolling ganja up in Bible paper
A high that will take us through the eyes of Christ, John,
Elijah, Jacob
I make the kind of green that hustler's dream
Busting out that custard cream
Piper cause I'm piped up with the mustard team
Plus the queen Fort Knox and hearts
King of medallions Monty Guard
Even Italians see my battalion prop the broad
I got the squad over qualified pulling over Karl Kani
Range Rover tilted three wilted hydraulic slide
Spark the Live in the crowd ripping trough housings
Like the Wu do in Shaolin
John Blazing on a pound of buddha and all the mami chulas,
They want to ride on my Honda scooter
You know the red one from the video
But really though she ain't coming and she ain't running the
Trizzie yo!
Disrespect the Don word's bond I'm gonna shoot ya
We can get it on maricon hijo'de gran puta
Who you fucking' wit？
Bitch ass nigger you ain't running' up on shit
Talking' like you gonna bust yo clip
Nigger you ain't no fucking threat
You talk a lot but you ain't never realized that if you walk
that block
Cock that Glock, think I'm pussy oh shit man! Big Punisher's off
his rocker
What you got？ Beef wit' me？ Aight then papi, Sheik's with me
Thought you cats were gonna creep on me
without some type of an injury.
I see coward in yours, what you up in my eyes？
Big dick between mine, What the fuck between your thighs？
Pussy, If I shoot, are you gonna shoot back？
I don't think so, your man's the thug you ride piggy-back
You're the one that passed the gat, told your man to bust that
You ain't making no money, you're a broke-ass cat
And once these pop, cops bring the chalk
and the mop to get the rest of you off the sidewalk. what!
9.Platinum Plus
uh-huh, yea-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, (tell 'em who we is)
yeah, yeah, yeah
They call me, when thay wanna get they dough up
Call me, when they wanna see shit blow up
Freessshhh
from the floor up
And ya know what？ I'm sick wit it the shit don't slow up
I'ma see it, want it, drop it, cop cat
Get it, stay on it, don't stop cat
In the big chair wit the big hat screamin' 'Y'all wanna floss
wit us？'
Where the fuck you at？ From the south side, ruff ryde
No one will
Fuckin wit us, is a done deal
And y'all gotta hate huh？
'Cuz it's to much weight for one
And y'all ain't havin' no fun
Got a whole beat team tryin' to do what I do
Whole street team tryin' do what I do
Like what？ Double countin' me out？
Forget it, i'm the best that ever done it, need to check and
reck
(uh, uh, uh, uh)
Ruff Ryders, be on tours for this
All Out, make ya dance 'til ya fall out
So So Def make it hot to death
You ain't platinum plus？ You ain't fuckin' wit' us
Ruff Ryders, be on tours for this
All Out, make ya dance 'til ya fall out
So So Def make it hot to death
You ain't platinum plus？ You ain't fuckin' wit' us
Now, money ain't never been a thing ta me
I'm down 8th with the brand new cinammon 3
OT, I got cake with a C and a D
On the wrist is a ice band capitol B, small V
I'm fuckin' with the Don Chi Chi
I'm a P-I-M-P, you can't tempt me (uh)
Check the ice and the clarity, it's cake like the lottery
Playa don't lie ta me, your stash couldn't cover me
What a playa wannabe, neck light in risavie
Hoes, I keep those by the, dime or dozen
I like short-a-y, but i wouldn't, mind her cousin
It's a cost, take the buck and all of them, quit fuckin
UHH!!!
(uh, uh, uh, uh)
Ruff Ryders, be on tours for this
All Out, make ya dance 'til ya fall out
So So Def make it hot to death
You ain't platinum plus？ You ain't fuckin' wit' us
Ruff Ryders, be on tours for this
All Out, make ya dance 'til ya fall out
So So Def make it hot to death
You ain't platinum plus？ You ain't fuckin' wit' us
C'mon, C'mon, C'mon
We be the best harlem niggaz 80's to lately
Think of Po Wop, Mickey Bonz and A-Z
Fresh Ritz Zit, Kevin Giles and DB
And at the end of all tha shit niggaz still say me
I'm the best that ever did it, got a way wit it
Put grannie on the stand, she'll never say who did it
I'm from where, even the gangsta's live to,
Make a mil. on the stoop, every summer switch boots
Cats change they name, to Phil like a giant
I treat rap like packs, role dills on consignment
This is for cats hummin' crack, bitchin' and parkin'
All the grimie niggaz who got generous hearts
Got a brother doin' life, to see him is hard
Fuckin' wit mase, is like a nigga swimmin' wit sharks
My niggaz chase cake, play some infa-reds
Some niggaz in the state, some is in the feds
Spit shit at niggaz that might erase they head
And role miserable niggaz who can't wait to be dead
All Out, Ruff Ryde mothafucka, All Out
Wanna flow BEYATCH？!
(uh, uh, uh, uh)
Ruff Ryders, be on tours for this
All Out, make ya dance 'til ya fall out
So So Def make it hot to death
You ain't platinum plus？ You ain't fuckin' wit' us
Ruff Ryders, be on tours for this
All Out, make ya dance 'til ya fall out
So So Def make it hot to death
You ain't platinum plus？ You ain't fuckin' wit' us
Uh, yeah
Swizz Beatz
We them niggaz in the streets
All Out, JD
Who you with？
Double R mothafucka, uh
uh-huh, yeah, yeah
10.Ryde or Die
Yo if gon' sleep on somethin, might as well be a bed
And if you gon' crack a nigga, might as well be a head
Cause if you targettin the L.O.X. You might as as well target a
box
That you gon' sleep in for years, all covered wit rocks
Cause I think not, I pop shots, I double what y'all got
Ya hotshots aint got blocks, y'all puta muchacha
From the days in school, now a motherfucker rule
And I could drop my chain in coffee, and keep shit cool
That's how ice be, I'm priceless, the iciest
And I dont gotta wear fatigues to blow out your chest
My bullets thump when I'm laced in some fly shit, punk
The baby nine be on the daily, aint no poppin a trunk
But if I pop the trunk, its to hand you a rag
So you can wipe down the windows on the side of my Jag
Must I brag？ My shit paid for, yours tagged
And every bitch you grabbed,
Sheek bend em back
Ayo I hope you aint tongue-kissin your spouse
Cause I be fuckin her in the mouth
Type of nigga buck at your house
Too slick, means she be suckin my dick
And before you know it, I'ma have her stuffin my bricks
Jada, if I kiss you now, you'll die later
I been nice since niggaz was watchin movies on Beta
Ready to clap, everybody givin me dap
Cause believe it or not, we be the ones settin the traps
You listen to y'all shit, then listen to our shit
Ain't nuttin y'all faggots could do but gossip
That's the reason now y'all niggaz ain't got shit
Cause everytime I turn around y'all on the L.O.X. dick
Niggaz thats narrow, I just smack em wit the barrel
Give it to em at the light, like Kane's cousin Harold
Chorus： repeat 4X The Ruff Ryders! (What？) The Ruff Ryders
Fuck you and your son, y'all lower than scum
Show me the money, I'll show you a gun, motherfucker
SP'll spin the corner while you polly within
I clap you, I clap him, and thats rule number one
Suckin my dick, and I dont give a fuck what you spit
Who you are, where you from, and who the fuck you can get
Cause I sell records, plus I got a jail record
Y'all niggaz ain't sayin shit until y'all bare weapons
And even when you dead, you can still fuckin get it
A nigga that'll smack ya, fuck around and clap ya
Styles P., your favorite rapper's favorite rapper
Aint no surprise niggaz, only fuck wit recognized niggaz
Babygirl want the world, gave ya pies niggaz
No tops, take em in all shape and size niggaz
No lie, prefer them ready do or die niggaz
What？ What you want？ cutey starin at me like
'Damn, where you from？'
You be comin at me like 'Can I get some？'
Lick your lips for this brown sugar
Suck mine like a thumb, if you want, til I cum, uhhh
-Chorus-
I be the D-R, A-G, dash O-N, slash often Comma, burnin niggasz
often
They call me Drag-On, I'm hot scorchin
Keep the block roastin Light a dutch wit the flames comin,
toastin
In my eyes you could see what summer's holdin
Realizin, every guy I'll fry or dead rowdy
I burn to a degree of 130, and my gun dirty
Cause it got one bury, so you better run, hurry Or catch one
early
You wrong, tryin to touch me, what type of shit you on？
You better through your boots on and your unflammable suits on
Cause I'm comin through wit a Yukon Black tinted wit gats in it
Catch you while you smokin, send your casket, throw the sack in
it
But only half of it, cause y'all like half-ass dude
And we are one whole, and y'all niggaz is one slash two
My gun blast you, tryna out the flames, what're you, firemen？
You'll catch a hell of a Backdraft cause my fire retirin, aight
then
Its my, survival instinct that keeps my head above the water
Everyday I show another how I love a slaughter
Flood your daughter, full of more holes than sponges
Taxin businessmen for stocks over lunches
Wit ease, I shoot the breeze, and extort
Enough keys from the Cuban, to build a fuckin fort
Caught up in somethin that I cant control
Tryna get a hold of a bankroll that's swoll
Catch bodies like a cold, and I stay slick so face it
Make me chase it, I take your life and erase it
Wasted, in the fuckin streets cause it ain't worth shit
The undertaker take your ass under the earth quick,
I Love money, but the scramble's hot
So i snatch up my man and the gamblin spot
Twenty grand is got, one niggaz shot, one nigga less
What used to be his chest is now a mess under his fuckin vest
11.Some X Shit
Whoo whoo! Dog ni-gga
WHAT？
Whoo whoo! Dog ni-gga
Uhh, Ruff Ryders, WHAT？!
Volume One, Swizz Beats (WHOOO!)
WHAT？!
Uhh, uhh, (WHAT？!) all aboard!
If I thought y'all niggaz really wanted drama
I'da been pulled out the armor, word to my momma
I'ma -- hit y'all niggaz with somethin that you ain't never felt
(WHAT？!)
Hit y'all niggaz for frontin you caught up in that hell (WHAT？!)
If I thought that half the shit that bitches said was true
I'd be spitting lead at you, to dead your crew
But -- if you know a bitch, you don't listen to that bitch
You don't argue with that bitch, all you do is fuck that bitch!
If I listened to all the snake niggaz that's runnin they mouth
I wouldn't be in the crib, I'd be loadin up, to run in your
house
But -- you can't fuck with cowards, cause a coward'll be a
coward
He'll end up killin these cowards, and I'm not feelin these
cowards!
If I let the niggaz around my way tell me how to feel about me
I guess I really, wouldn't be D
But I'm the best that ever did it, the best at it because I live
it
How many niggaz eat it and shit it, you cats want it？ Come and
get it!
Grrr, ARF ARF, woo woo!
Grrr, ARF ARF, woo woo!
Tell me how you feelin now (WHAT？!) I know you illin now
(WHAT？!)
Tell me how you feelin now (WHAT？!) I know you illin now
(WHAT？!)
It's not like me to have my back turned to open places
I wanna SEE it when it's comin, so I can open faces
Open cases got me PAYIN to stay out of jail (WHAT？!)
While these streets, got me to prayin to stay out of hell
(C'MON!)
Slipped, and I fell, got back up -- slipped again
But no matter what it's been, niggaz never got a win
It's a thin line I walk, everyday but I'm good with it!
Project nigga all my life, but wouldn't say the hood did it!
Knew what I was doin, everyday that I've been doin it (okay)
Seein niggaz havin a good time, so I'ma ruin it (yeah)
Fuck you, and fuck your man, both y'all niggaz is puss!
Frontin like you out the jungle but ain't never seen a bush!
When push comes to shove, whatever love we had take it witchu
Now peep what I just said and see how long it takes to hit you
Everybody knows you can talk all day (YES)
But when it's on what you gonna do - walk away？ (YES)
Man, I told you I lock jaws, carry a glock four
Close my eyes on y'all niggaz, the bullets'll watch yours
Then I gotta open up another can of ass-whippin
Y'all niggaz better pucker up, time for some real ass-kissin
I'm a simple man, I lead a simple life, I mean simple like
I don't need much to be aight, live off the land, eat atnight
Handle whatever's comin when I get there, but I'm good (WHAT？!)
Dismantle whatever's comin, y'all niggaz sit there and put up
hoods!
How my niggaz feelin？ (GOOD!) How my niggaz like it？ (ROUGH!)
What my niggaz want？ (BLOOD!) We stay callin niggaz bluff
But if it's got to be, then it's gon' be, c'mon let's eat
Whatever my niggaz want from me, is what my niggaz gonna get
from me
And if I ever.. let the words, of another nigga bother me
I might as well.. let the sperm, of that other nigga father me
But they know, like I know, the black Rhino
Niggaz rippin through em and let the nine blow
Nigga die slow! Oh.. oh oh!!
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
What？ Ruff Ryders, Volume One, the compilation
DMX, Swizz Beats, uhh, double up
What？ Double up, y'all gotta feel us
Y'all GOTTA feel us
Rrrrr, ARF ARF, woo woo!
12.The Hood
Shit, this shit right here...is for the thugs in the streetDo
yall here me？
Shit, and this shit right here...will get you mugged in the
street
Beanie Seagal
Beanie Segal hit hard, and I'll wire ya jaw
Trademark niggas eyes, give them perminant scars
Twist backwards, never catch me rollin' cigars
Only cock and blow, dro out of perservative jars
On the block serving like I never heard of the law
Cops hit the spot fuck it, mad bro to bar
Fuck crack, flip powder, I aint takin' a loss
Plus if I get snatched, its less time for the song
I was been known to stroll the block, hold the glock
Blow dro, pick up doe, reload the spot
I'm the shit with crushed ice and some arm and hammer
I'm the reason why smokers steal car antenna's
I get bricks, so you know I make big nicks
the size of Chiclets, that make you pricks sick
While you try to profit, i just flip quick
Ya niggas know my flow be sick, my doe be quick
Infra Red
Now when you wake upI'm wiping the cold out your eys with the
barrel of the gun
Holding your son, smoking Branson
Blowing smoke in your face, I want the ransom and some
His shit'll get the opposite of handsomeI mean I got to come
clean
I've done bagged up and served every fiend MC in the feds
magazine
I'm what y'all haven't seenI swallow kerosene and piss out
gassoline
Strike a match and burn the fucking scene
I'm no joker - I could blow you in the smoke
and make your man a second hand smoker.
I'm so vulgar - I'm sendin' niggas straight back to their maker
Broke, with a PlayStation for a CD player, see me player？
I dont even play that shitI just spit and have the whole hood
sayin' my shit
Yall got a bible？ Well pray in that shit
While I smoke a scripture, reload, niggas come to rip ya
NuChild
Peep the illest shit that I ever wrote
Gun up in your mouth, hands around your throatChoke nigga choke,
I'm dope
Roll me up and smoke, on contactNiggas react, and play me back
For doe, I'll murder ever nigga not on this track
I spit back, at any nigga claimin' he teflon
The best don？ Be the next nigga get stepped on
A sick dude, type to ask God 'You wanna battle？'
'I could care less, send me hell I like to travel'After waxin'
him, I wax you
Smack you, clap you, and thats twoNiggas I left lookin' like
statues
I have to, bring it to these cowards that talk hard
Some jail shit？ Never even walked through a junk yardI thump
hard
Make a nigga yell for crew quickA true bitch, eat a nigga up
like a chew-stick
Too rich, is what I plan to be in the 9-9
Its all mine, Fagots ride bench when its crunch time
So bump mine, make a nigga lean off the opiumYou ethiopian
Willie niggas, we scoping 'em, and roping 'emDo a nigga Rosewood
style
Hangin' by his weak picture, callin' his moms and his child
Mysonne
Its Mysonne, lefty, gun up in the right palm
Poppin' niggas in their sleep so they die calm
Kill or be killed, thats the that I'm on
Its desparoto style, shooting at them side armI'm bomb, see I'm
dope like heroin
And my guns got scopes, so they zero inFrom here on in, know I
fear no men
And mutherfuck shootin' five, here go ten
Know that if you start a problem, there's no end
You tough？ Fight death and be a hero then
Niggas call me Poppiseed, I'll pop your seed
And move bricks on the block thats too hot to breath
I'm a real type of nigga, that cock and squeeze
Y'all them second guess fagots, that cock and freeze
So I fuck with real niggas, like The Lox and D
And yall niggas got problems, just watch and see
Drag-On
I'm the kid with the unlaced boots, but'll lace you
Leave a hole in your facial, the size of a bagel
All my bullets hit, never graze youIf you never was shit, I'ma
promise you this
I'ma front page you, I'ma young'n
The first one there, and the last one to get to running
Unless you tell me the cops coming
Cuz I like to feel assed out, so when they trap me I blast out
I'm quiet my gun gotta bad mouthI wake up with the mad south
You know how many chinks and jews Drag's done dragged out, on a
cash route？
Cuz when I walk in, stop the talking
I dont give a fuck if its a nigga with a walkmanI'ma put him in
a coffin
Soon as I step inI'm runnin' up on the nigga with the thick lens
I'm tryin to get the benz with the thick rims
Double R, soon half of us'll goto jailThe rest？ The studio, 16
bars to post bail
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