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Stop, drop, 'em down, open up shop Oh, no That's how Ruff roll Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up Oh, no That's how Ryders roll
Niggas try Niggas lie Then wonder why Niggas die All I know is All I feel is How can I With mad on my brain? I to violence My move in silence Like you don't know what our is New York niggas - the My is wit' it You want it? and get it Took it, then we it You right we did it What the fuck you do we run up on you? Fuckin' wit' the wrong Don't know what we through I'm a to show niggas How we blow niggas When you find out there's some niggas runnin' with your niggas Nothin' we can't Break it up and it up like a candle Just 'cause I can't you Put my shit on Like you bussin' Think you weight? you haven't met the apes
Stop, drop, shut 'em down, up shop Oh, no That's how Ryders roll Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up Oh, no That's how Ruff roll
Is niggas crazy? bust you and be swazy Stop actin' a baby Mind business, lady people get it, too When you see me at you You I'm tryin' to get rid of you Yeah, I it's pitiful That's how get down Watch my niggas round Make y'all niggas kiss for talkin' shit, clown Oh, you it's funny Then you don't me, money It's about to get Fuck it, dog, I'm I guess you know what mean Come up off green Five niggas or a Don't make it a murder Give a dog a Leave a dog Let a dog And find his way home of the brave My home is a And yo, I'm a Till my is a grave I'm a paper It's all about the Bitches the papers Then how they wanna us
Stop, drop, shut 'em down, up shop Oh, no That's how Ruff roll Stop, drop, shut 'em down, up shop Oh, no That's how Ruff Ryders
what you done started for it, you got it Had it, should shot it Now you're departed Get at me, dog; did I rip this one here, I flip shit Niggas know when I shit gonna be some slick shit What was look for When I walked in the Oh, you you was raw? Boom! Not 'Cause now you on the Wishin' you saw Me walk through door With four-four Now it's for bed Two to the head Got the red Yeah, that dead Another mystery Is goin' down in Niggas 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 next You hear this rhyme Try to your mind On pussy and prime
Stop, drop, 'em down, open up shop Talk is mothafucka!