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Stop, drop, 'em down, open up shop Oh, no That's how Ruff Ryders Stop, drop, 'em down, open up shop Oh, no That's how Ruff roll
wanna try Niggas lie Then niggas why wanna die All I is pain All I feel is How can I mad shit on my brain? I resort to My move in silence Like you don't what our style is New York - the wildest My niggas is it You it? Come and get it Took it, we split it You right we did it What the fuck you do When we run up on Fuckin' wit' the wrong Don't know we goin' through I'm a have to niggas How we blow niggas When you find out there's some niggas That's runnin' with niggas we can't handle Break it up and it up like a candle Just 'cause I can't you Put my on tapes you bussin' grapes Think you holdin' Then you met the apes
Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up Oh, no That's how Ruff roll Stop, drop, 'em down, open up shop Oh, no That's how Ryders roll
Is y'all crazy? bust you and be swazy Stop like a baby Mind your business, Nosy get it, too you see me spit at you You I'm tryin' to get rid of you Yeah, I know pitiful how niggas get down Watch my split round y'all niggas kiss ground Just for talkin' shit, Oh, you think it's Then you don't know me, about to get ugly Fuck it, dog, I'm I guess you know what that Come up off green Five niggas or a Don't make it a murder a dog a bone Leave a dog Let a dog And he'll his way home Home of the My is a cage And yo, I'm a Till my home is a I'm a paper all about the papers Bitches the papers Then how they wanna us
Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up Oh, no That's how Ruff Ryders Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up Oh, no That's how Ruff Ryders
Look what you started for it, you got it Had it, have shot it Now dearly departed Get at me, dog; did I rip With this one here, I flip know when I kick shit It's gonna be some slick was that look for When I walked in the Oh, you thought you was Boom! Not now you on the floor Wishin' you saw Me walk that door With four-four Now time for bed Two to the head Got the red Yeah, that dead unsolved mystery Is goin' down in ain't never did shit to me Bitch ass can't get to me Gots to make the Got a point to make 'em grove Got 'em all "ooo" So the time You hear this rhyme Try to keep your On pussy and prime
Stop, drop, 'em down, open up shop is cheap mothafucka!