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Uh yeah, yeah, what what, yeah yeah, what, yeah, what, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Yo this is a monopoly, niggaz ain't stoppin' me and we can't lose cuz Puff set us up properly Just won't settle for lesser, who wanna test us we be in the 5 with the goose headrests L.O.X. put niggaz under pressure you shoulda knew that, it's always them new cats that'll get ya Better start looking at things from my angle I'm trying to be up on the board with a triangle Next to my name with a 10 or a 20 now that's when you really can say you're getting money But right now all I do is sit back and listen to a wise young man who quickly became a rich one Put me on the fact that it ain't hard to get some chips if I just keep writing with ambition Then I get an advance from the 5 to the 6 and house with 2 kitchen, diamonds, pretty women Built-in pool to swim in But the plan is to start from the floor, then raise it up then you hit 'em in the head 'til your days is up You blazin' what, playboy you frail and butt you know when Bad Boy drops, all our sales is tough Can I Live, no one man can stop me Can I Live, no front-line can block me Can I Live, its enough base for all of us Can I Live, without the names they calling us Can I Live, no one man can stop me Can I Live, no front-line can block me Can I Live, or do I have to bring it to these kids Can I Live, if I don't live nobody lives Time is money, money is power so I'm sour 22 feeling like I've wasted every hour Of my life, shoulda been had a million in ice high as a kite, feeling the flight Turbulence, once in a blue moon I had a dream about fly shit hangliding to the Alps with this fly chick Condo in Fresno with a lesbo and the honey that she hit knows how to stretch blow You know that I'm Styles then respect the flow why don't y'all let a nigga live and help him get a decimal Truth will set you free what will a lie do niggaz say I'm God but I be gettin' high too Can't love the money like the nigga beside you cuz when the paper gone...you gon' slide too Niggaz wanna ball, but got to fall to rise while the world spins around they wanna stall their eyes Close their ears my nose makes me oppose my fears cuz I can smell hell Before I turn rat I'll catch a shell farewell niggaz will never tell Their man that I was pussy unless they got a gun, and I ain't got one, I might let you push me I pray to God to promise me, before I see the pearly gates to let my whole team be straight, mansion no Section 8 Puttin' pressure so that I can make this bed got 2 mattresses now all I need is the spread With like 4 pillows so my seeds can rest their heads You think platinum is enough, nah Sheek want more tryin' to sell more than Tickle me Elmo in the store Italian cuisine, Linguin. while my diamonds like "SHING" so when I move at night time you might think it's LIGHTNING Just throw me the ball once and I'll tell you no lie Sheek gonna show you money, like Jerry McGuire It's a thug thing L.O.X. product thing conducting Anything for chips while you sit and blab your lips in the restaurant taking tips while Sheek on trips Logos on our ships bustin' at the eclipse Feelin' pissy, spittin' up Crissy in the water but you can do that for money, when 100's like a quarter |
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Yeah yeah yeah, L-O-X, L-O-X motherfucker Niggas don't know how we bout to come this time No more shiny suits None of that shit We gonna R.U double F.R.Y.D.E Jadakiss Revolver, semi-automatic and a P.G. Hooptie getaway driver Breathe Easy Sheek Luchion Explain thing further Murder or get murdered Half of the hustle, half of them killers All of them Niggas wanna kill Paniro Better send the guerrilla's Cause beef is like a brand new car You better ride Everytime I sleep I die Wish I was gone (ya know) Felt dumb when I was young I used to wish I was on I'ma stay blunted and red with one in the head Niggas thinkin' they the don Till their shit get bombed I put 4 in your shootin' arm 2 in your legs Like 10 in your chest The last one in your head I give you the whole clip, like you cheated and stole shit Knocked off the pack, flossed and no chips You know the business Empty rap kill your co-defendant Keep it male and catch a body in trial If you want a Nigga dead than do it Holiday Styles Come with 2 guns up and empty both off the clips Kill you whole fuckin' crew and go 'n smoke on the fifth Yo, yo, yo I come to your town on a Peter Pan, no Jack One pair of clothes, 2 hoes and buggy with that Wanna beef me?, y'all Niggas is borrowin' heat Callin' all across town to borrow a full pound Meanwhile this Nigga got his guns to your noggin While your man with the heat is with some bitch up in the project He clappin' at you, you duckin', makin' you dance You should have spent it on some guns Instead of Iceberg pants What, L.O.X. off top, pullin' our triggers With our guns on our lap, we ride around like Cali Niggers(WESTSIIIDE) Target motherfuckers, cold hearted motherfuckers Stead of young dumb your moms, and whoever she got with her There's a new-born in the house, then I'm killin' the babysitter Y'all Niggas all clowns in Sheek eyes Your moms would wear glasses, with the nose disguise around me Talkin greasy Y'all like watermelons Big but crack easy Now if you know Jay, I never been a brother to front I be in L.A. wearin' any colors I want Rock guns like shirts, block under the punk And I put somethin' hot, anyone of you chumps And I know a few of you wanna get my watch But it a be funeral if you get my watch It ain't nothing y'all can do to stop the Lox' wealth Run up in a gunstore, cop the top shelf The Crack-game is dead, all they want is weed now Chicks that I went to school with, a seed now You know Kiss, stocky bald head, light brown Ice down, in my roll look like nighttown To all y'all lil' Jada's for the 1000th time I recall hittin' your moms or writin' your rhymes And just because you might have seen me, in and out of your house Is no way that she gon have a baby out of her mouth |
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| 3:59 |
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Shhh (Two guns up mothafucka, Two guns up mothafucka (overlap)) Real shit...Styles P Shit.. If P want you dead, I aint comin' wit niggas Just a blunt and a tre pound, plenty of liquor So ya homies got something to pour That's that old school shit I aint tryin' to put you under the floor I'm tryin' ta bang niggas over the clouds and I heard you say you rich so you can't get lower than Styles kill everybody dead just so noone can smile play the streets my whole life and i been flowin' a while biget i rock, ever since my nigga was shot and my other nigga was shoot shit i'm tellin' the truth If I lie, may I die in the middle of the My niggas hustle from first to first Twelve months in a year Gun on your waist, Blunt in your ear Pat in your sock, Trade at the back of the block With a fein watchin' for knorx till the shit get dark We jump in the hoop ride, instead of the six While you lookin' for a bitch, we lookin' for a brick That we can cook by six and give the whole block a fix Catch me on "?" gettin' sixty a shift Holidy Styles, nigga I aint nothin' but streets Just as hard as the shit, that be under your feet And the only time i front is with a blunt and a beat To show niggas that I'm nice and they aint fuckin' wit me Felony Niggas Cop Cock Heavily Niggas That'd arm rob seventy niggas You know Murderin' niggas You want doe, they servin' you niggas Stay on fifth, Gettin' swervin' on niggas You know Wheather we ryde or we die we gonna get this doe All I know is drugs and guns and plenty of weed and that bitch that suck dick and niggas that bleed and if you're rich before you go get a watch and a drop you better hit the court house and better bail out the block if your son aint worth shit niggas'll smuggle your daughter I come through in a Porshe The same color as water I got weight, what you want I can cover the order They call me Boss when I cross the border Six shot "caught her?" I hear niggas say my face is screwed But I'll put six in your stomach nigga lace your food Scream "Fuck Every Rapper" that hate that I'm rude But that's that SP shit, you can take it or move We can let the bullets spill, till we all get killed There's only six nice rappers If you wanna be real Niggas die everyday from talking that dumb shit That where they're from shit All that mean to me is you can get your gun quick Just another dumb bitch Go to church to get the holy ghost I did my dirt and got the holy ghost Look at the world through a niggas eyes Dont be a bitch, you gonna live and die Rivin' in the sky, but no love when you slither by I pray to god that we make it to heaven But the only thing we makin' is channel eleven You know four, five and seven, hot as fuck And every rapper be dead, if they were hotter than us But since niggas still alive they should be tellin you somethin' You aint hear from Holiday, he aint tellin' you nothin' You know..cocksucker.. (2x) (skit) |
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| 5:28 |
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Whoa (My Dawgs) Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, (OK) Whoa, Whoa (yo,yo,yo), Whoa, (yo, yo, yo) Whoa, (yo) WHoa, (yo) Whoa, Whoa 1 Wild Out!! (cmon) Wild Out!! (uh huh) Wild Out!! (If ya glad that L-O-X is Ruff Rydin now!!, cmon niggas) Wild Out!! (whooo, what, what) Wild Out!! (wild out, wild out, wild out) Wild Out!! (All My niggas throw your guns up, yo ,yo) (Sheek) I know niggas in the clink That send pipe bombs thru sinks That got dough and still wanna stick y'all wit minks Y'all would think y'all was jinxed wit a month of bad luck I'm that huntin muthafucka and guess who da duck I'm Elmer and you Daffy like the Looney cartoon But this ain't no cartoon My bullets clear out the room I said "Boy, try to learn the fundamentals here, son." Like that rooster and that chicken hawk I teach about a gun I place my money on one I'll pull it out, you'll run I wave it in front of ya son and both y'all is done . . . Blah! For God's sakes, what a nigga gotta do to make a half a million Must I wave it at yo' children? Run up in yo' buildin and go straight for the bank Got the coke saran-wrapped at the bottom of the tank I know those tricks Ya suppliers, Papi and them, I know those dicks Give me those bricks Now, wild out niggas 2: Wild Out!! (uh, uh, uh, uh, yo!) Wild Out!! (ok) Wild Out!! (If ya bouncin in da club actin like you cant get in!) Wild Out!! (what, uh) Wild Out!!(yo, yo, yo ,yo) Wild Out!! (Yo, yo ,yo ,yo ,yo ,yo) (Jadakiss) For every check I deposit, it's just a new burner in the closet And the big one'll kill you, ya brother and ya pops quick Might take one slug to get y'all both Cuz muthafucka, I'ma make sure I hit y'all close And whoever's left guarenteed he gettin it all Cuz his ass coulda ran when I was lookin at y'all I get rap money, plus I'm in the hood wit dimes And I ain't got no felonies, I'm good wit crimes Not all dat wit macs, but i'm good wit nines Great wit eights Nigga, I'll heat ya face And I got a hungry lawyer that'll eat the case I used to cop so heavy that the block got mad And niggas start callin up the cops like cabs My 16's make niggas go to they dorm Lock in and workout, then come out in the mornin Wild out and blow a CO jus cuz it's borin Wild out nigga 3: Wild Out!! (yo, yo ,yo) Wild Out!! (yo, yo ,yo) Wild Out!! (If ya just got outta jail from doin wild time, lets bawl out!) Wild Out!! (yo!) Wild Out!!(ok, cmon cmon) Wild Out!! (uh, uh, uh, uh) (Styles) I pray to the Allah But I'm too foul to go to the mosque And if it's beef, I'ma murder you and go to da squad Holiday Styles Screw niggas far as they rap I let my shotgun ball ya bat Make ya coffin outta ya plaques And bring ya ice to hell Y'all fuck around dis album, I'll do life in jail And if you under 21, you shouldn't listen to dis You hate a nigga, go and kill him while he takin a shit So, when the cops come and get him he'll be makin 'em sick So, they could feel how I feel I had a probable cause You know da shit that happens when you don't follow da boss Follow the rules Kids get followed to school And the thug niggas ball ya boo Target practice was a horrible view It's fucked up what tomorrow can do And these niggas feel sorrow for who? 'Til we put you in da dirt, we ain't partin wit you Wild out niggas Wild Out!! (ya better back up dawg) Wild Out!! (everybody, yo, yo) Wild Out!! (If a nigga grillin your chick, uh, and she wit you, fuck that!) Wild Out!! (yo, what?) Wild Out!!(Cmon, cmon, cmon, I cant hear you!, cmon) Wild Out!! (If ya find ya nigga cheatin, lets go girls!, cmon now!) Wild Out!! (uh, yo!) Wild Out!! (cmon cmon) Wild Out!! (If a nigga step on ya gotdamn shoes, fuck that!) Wild Out!! (uh huh uh huh) Wild Out!! (yo, yo, whoa!) Wild Out!! (If a nigga owe you money, and aint paid ya yet!, fuck that!) Wild Out!! (cmon, oohh) Wild Out!! (what what!) Wild Out!! (If ya workin at a job and the boss fire you, fuck HIM!) Wild Out!! (uh!) Wild Out!!(yo, yo ,LOX Niggas, LOX Niggas) Wild Out!! Wild Out!! Wild Out!! Wild Out!! (whoa, whoa, whoa, everybody!) Wild Out!! Wild Out!! Wild Out!! pause (anybody, young niggas, dead bitches!, tear it up!) Wild Out!! Wild Out!! Wild Out!! Wild Out!! Wild Out!! Wild Out!! Wild Out!! ( |
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The headphones is on fire dis time around, Styles Blood Pressure Y'all just bear wit me Yo, last time I'ma tell these niggas, man Can't fuck around, man Jada, man Whoever Old nigga, new nigga Wha!! Yo, yo, yo... Jadakiss Who really da best rapper since B.I.G. ain't here Y'all know da answer to dat when Kiss ain't here When you see me, don't ask me nothin about us And don't definatly ask me nothin about... Fuck it You owe me one, I owe you two I woulda smacked you wit da burner, but I know you'd sue And I ain't talkin to him I'm talkin to you Matter of fact, I'm talkin to y'all Life is like walkin a yard Nigga'll stab you wit a fork in da heart And The Source got muthafuckas thinkin they hot Like my dope Got fiends thinkin they shot When you thinkin of da best, nigga Think of The Lox I'll cut ya fuckin hand off if ya pinky ring's hot Then come thru ya block in a sticky green drop Hop out Let off fifty-three shots Wouldn't care if I hit fifty-three cops Guliani might as well be merkin niggas Cuz the time that he givin out is hurtin niggas And all these record label's jerkin niggas And you never was a thug, you's a workin nigga And you heard that shit right there? I started that Don't make me put somethin up in ya Starter hat No matter who you are, or where you from Screw all of dat I'm not tryin to hear dat, son 2x Now, who da fuck y'all want? (Jadakiss!!) And who da fuck y'all need? (Jadakiss!!) And who da fuck gon' bleed? All y'all hataz, cuz none of y'all niggas (can't fuck wit Jada!!) Jadakiss Don't you be dat clown nigga in da back of da whip That's gon' get the second half of da clip And all I'm sayin, it'll be da other nigga in the front of the da whip Runnin his lip, wit a gun on his hip Feel me dawg? Everybody walk da walk 'til they run into Kiss Then, they get stabbed, or hung, or stung wit da fifth How you think ya man hard when son on my dick? Cuz I can get his ass body, plus front him a brick Got a chick named Super-head She give super-head Just moved in the buildin, even gave the super head I cop big guns that spit super lead So, play Superman, end up super dead Call ne Kiss, or da kid from The Lox That'll twist ya moms out and do a bid wit ya pops We was in jail, you probably won't get no mail And if you pumped on my block, you won't get no sales When ya CEO know you can't fuck wit I I make a million by June I'm sayin fuck July And I beg you to try me while I'm holdin da Tommy I'ma have ya body all over da lobby I already helped y'all I'm about to melt y'all Tell the truth, dawg I ain't never felt y'all This album, we gon' bubble like Seltzer If it ain't Double R, who da hell else is hard?! until end |
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| 4:13 |
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Ruff Ruff Ruff Ruff Ruff Ruff Ruff Ruff Huh...Ruff Ryders (Ryde or Die (overlap)) Don't get it twisted ya'll (yea yea yea (overlap) Ruff Ryders..(..ta fuck i'm talking about right here) Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders) Don't get it twisted ya'll (yea yea yea (overlap) Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders) Don't get it twisted ya'll (yea yea yea (overlap) (Jadakiss) Now I know you couldn't wait to hear kiss over premier kill you on tape then, watch it over a beer cause you aint nothing but a movie with expensive footage that's the reason they gon' leave you with expensive bullets Aint non of ya'll better than lox Have all of ya'll dressed up in a suit dead in a box me and my niggas get reder than fox and i don't care if i love you i still want head of the drop Niggas runnin' round talkin' that Y-2-K shit Crackheads'll still gon' want that gray shit that's why ima always cop the yay quick so i suggest all of ya'll stay on jay dick Too hard for MTV Not black enough for BET Just let me be Give me all my royalty money and let me greed and ima have hoes for six and hash for three Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders) Don't get it twisted ya'll Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders) L to the O to the X (fade) Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders) Don't get it twisted ya'll Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders) L O X niggas (fade) Don't get it twisted ya'll (Sheek Luchion) Ayo I give it to you point blank in your moms place so like point break with a mask on with presidents face clear my space, when big sheek crash the boards ya'll aint just mark niggas, ya'll whole mark niggas With all that soft ass writin' might as well be in ?cards? You gon' gamble with your life, when i launch these torpidos that'll shoot the crack out your ass ? ? casionos just me and my gambino's drunk as fuck with a time parking lot dvd in a trunk I been drunk most my life, don't ask me why through ninth grade, i aint go to highschool i went to school high and i dont care what ya'll got that shit don't excite me im black and deadly and my burner just like me and i'm quick to stick one of ya'll on tour with the sheritten see what yours can be mine without, inherittin' give up your chains and them little diamonds in your ear is it worth your family cryin' and the doctor yellin' "clear" (Styles Pinero) If I knew heaven head a ghetto that was sweeter than here you know P would pack his bag and just leave next year but i got a son to raise so ima stay in this hell and i gotta gun to blaze if you play with the L dot O dot X dot at the end we the niggas that's gon' leave with the pot at the end never too young to die or too old to live ? to bust your gun go home and mold your kid im a shamed i sell crack but ima ryde for the moment know the concequence ima die with the omen two is better than one there's three of the lox key in a pot key in the drop key to the top father, son, and holy ghost of rap 3 in a 1 seein a gun and usin' it dog dope in a six coke in a five weed in a four ice is for my niggas but the heat is for ya'll (loop recognize/fade |
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| 12. |
| 3:52 |
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One , one , one Yeah! It's the second time around! Ya know , ya heard , (y'all know who this is) The real L.O.X. (no doubt) As we proceed To get rid of that bullshit (that's right) And give you what you need Scream L Cuz we livin and we love the life Scream O We official and we override Scream X Cuz we experts and experienced (who is it nigga) We gon kill till we die and be ruff when we ride (One more time c'mon) Scream L Cuz we livin and we love the life Scream O We official and we override Scream X Cuz we experts and experienced We gon kill till we die and be ruff when we ride Sheek Who that kid that Fly in his truck High as fuck Mami on my side she weeded I'm henneseyed up Wet like flipper Dick on my zipper Kind of soft Waitin for this bitch to finish her weed to suck me off I'm done now Step out my truck then peep out my style Place a hundred in this bum cup in front of Mr. Child Glock 19 Laser beam Fuck it no vest today No stress today , that's how I'm feelin today But if y'all shoot you think I won't put this bitch in my way I got love for my niggas that's deeper than lava Hotter than lava You point him out I'll pop the revolver Two years in jail and I don't need no package or nothing Sheek Louch true to this shit Y'all niggas is frontin We some evil motherfuckers you can tell when we smirk Comes to money we aint got no patience like doctors who don't work We drink till it don't hurt And the pain go away Now who you know out there who's fuckin with Sheek, Styles, and J C'mon Styles What comes around goes around and I'm waitin to die I smoke weed in a cloud make my face in the sky I get blasted off the liquor, sell drugs, carry a 5th Fuck with my dogs Till they put me in a morgue And even when I'm alone it's me and my toast Me and my ghost I wonder who get heated the most If you didn't live the life you probably couldn't relate I turn your face into pudding in the hood with an 8th Niggas beef over crack sales Scrap over hood rats Die over dice games You fuckin with us And I'ma still pop shit ridin up on a bus Like I'ma fuck a nigga up when I'm outta these cuffs And blow three niggas down cuz only cowards'll bluff Play it sweet when it's sour as fuck Calicoed up Money and the jewels and the powder is up I'ma make a nigga leak like I hit him with dust Jadakiss Nowadays it cost money to breathe That's why I tote around three Ankle to waist and one in my sleeve Fuck security y'all can give that money to me Cuz when the bullets go off they be under the tree I'm at your chick's house bagging up Groupies styled out The Kool-Aid too sweet and the phone don't dial out You don't gotta like me I show up to your wedding Rockin a white tee Your wife like oohh-wee And if I dance wit her Then I got a chance wit her But I aint gonna do her I'ma wait till after the honeymoon to screw her And let niggas run through her For y'all that's behind that wall blockin the street Homemade doorags off the top of the briefs Everybody get they turn to live You just gotta know when it's your turn don't burn your bridge And all the real niggas will die the worms'll live And that's real fucked up but that's how shit is Scream it |
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| 4:46 |
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Ohh Ay Yo Swizz What's up I told you baby this the one right here This is the one Sheek Louch Omigod Yo yo yo Ay yo 2X: Ay yo y'all niggas want war? Bring it on c'mon Y'all want war with Sheek? Bring it on c'mon Y'all tryin na stop how I eat? Bring it on c'mon , bring it on c'mon , bring it on c'mon Yo how you gon talk shit when you soft as pudding Knowing the work that these real thugs put in We too legit Let me hear you rap something bout us I'ma break the hands of the man who wrote your shit We take minks off backs Them grime niggas in clubs that make niggas walk With them bodyguard cats I'm glad I'm free I feel like Harriet Tubman came and got me >From the white man property It's all glitz and glitter but no cash you getting You hear the difference in that shit that I'm spittin Double R That's street shit and that's the way it has to be Myself , Sheek Louch , and I'm still MTV I can talk about guns Go out smack some nuns Then flip and do a song with country music and shit Don't ever play LOX for no fucking retard Cuz your dough aint that long that you can't see God Plus these rap niggas out here respect the god They know we spit that shit so they respect our sound They know how hard a motherfucker is and water that's down Here that's that shit right there I swear from Yonkers motherfucker We'll bust in the air Aint nobody killin clouds over here Respect us You bleed how we bleed We bust how you bust Yo Swizz help me out sing this for us C'mon Ay yo this here is for them cats that wild nonstop Can't dance just play the club and bop No respect for the law Fuck security son Cuz you big that aint stopping me from bustin my gun It's a fact that fire burns and shit stink It's also a fact that your vest only protectin your chest You aint think about your head when you was talkin that mess Or this knife Across your face scar you for life Now do you really wanna rock that ice? Heh heh Do your security really love your life? Or do they just want their check You think they gon take one in the neck For a nigga with no respect For his crew Man we don't wear half on Chinese food Slept in the same bed Same chick gave us head Brothers , and we aint gon stop till we all dead Aint shit gon change Just the dough gon change Fuck a Bentley I'm good with a rubberband colored range I empty a clip at you you send nothing in exchange Y'all niggas mad soft no heart all brains But what's smart when a dumb dumb burst your heart I'm done now but first hold up hold your applause I got one question to ask y'all do y'all niggas want war? |
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| 3:41 |
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Yo I might get drunk Jeckel and Hyde Roll these with lemons I'm tellin' y'all Niggas Swizz Beatz If you know, like we know, like they know L.O.X. is the best If you know, like we know, like they know Swizz Beatz is the best If you know, like we know, like they know Ruff Ryders is the best If you know, like we know, like they know We'll bring it to their chest Yo if I can't make money Then you can't either If I didn't have to rap I have blown in the freezer If I can't rock Nikes or Tim's with double soles I have the 9 in the pound And leave your ass full of holes If I didn't push a Benz And I didn't push a Lex Then the Ambulance will come And they be pushin' on your chest If I couldn't hit the studio and make another record For my double R Niggas I'll lay y'all on stretchers Now I might get drunk Or I might get high But my game stay Trump And my style stay fly I might hit a dime Or I might hit a duece And when I wanna go to war Is when you wanna call a truce I might buy 'em cooked Dough I might buy 'em raw And I might tap your chin Or I might cross your jaw Now I might go 18's I might go 20's I might use dumdums Cause y'all Niggas dummies Ayo, me without weight Is like Harlem without 8 |
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| 4:33 |
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Ugh You know we had to 'dis right Hugh Hugh You know we had to 'dis right Hugh Hugh It just wouldn't be right Yo Ayo Yo I'ma b-boy standin in my b-boy stance Glock on my hip is big is the dick in my pants You don't want nuttin wit sheek you soft as fuck I leave a single shotgun shell on top of your truck Wit a horseshoe to let you know you pressin' ya luck You don't want nuttin wit kiss, nuttin wit styles You don't wanna end up food for the crocadiles I'd take the gun off ya waste and smack ya And turn around and point it at ya mink and give you one I'm the reason why ya peeps not in ICU Cause believe me when you ain't watchin I see you From the Hamptons to the place where you like to eat I put somethin in them mams you keep thinkin is sweet I'm in the bushes all night calm wit' the Tommy Waitin for you to skinny dip wit' that mommy While she waitin for the night i'm waitin for her flight Jadakiss 2X No we ain't Wit dem No more cause we ruffrydin Get it out ya head now LOX is back now Show a little love now Pump it in the club now Jadakiss Yo if you should die tonight It's cause I said peel his cap We on Ruffryders now How real is that It's the kiss of death everybody know J- face Us gettin off similar to OJ's case Just better rhymes and better beats involved Less politics more of the streets involved Things always go smooth when the heats involved Sign today or get beat tommorow First one talkin that family shit And get a lotta doe and don't give the family shit I don't care how many ? you wrote I just wanna see how you gonna dance when your neck get broke if yall do fall down i'ma scoop the ? No shiny suits Everybody boots and jeans The industry is one thing being real is another That means i'll steal your mother Yo if you left the peak ballin i don't feel yo ass I wish duke was still alive and they killed yo ass You can keep an industry but don't you come to the hood I got a thousand niggas like me and they feel like suge If you think i'm beefin for nuttin then rob me dog I'm from the hood And I ain't bee robbed before Tell you screw all the paper work You can lie in dirt Walk through the valley nigga tell me if the iron hurt Ruffryder now cause that's where the bombs at And i tell niggas fuck that car jack Take the roley out the air put the don back Can't wear shiney suits on combat Guess i got personal beef You worse then a thief Probably be your man that'll work you to sleep We goin put the guns down and we ain't bringin a crew You got friends that hate yo ass more than we do nigga We don't give a fuck about ya (3x) We gonna be alright with out ya |
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