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Stop, drop, shut 'em down, up shop Oh, no how Ruff Ryders roll Stop, drop, 'em down, open up shop Oh, no That's how Ruff Ryders
Niggas try Niggas lie Then wonder why Niggas die All I know is All I is rain How can I With mad shit on my I to violence My niggas move in Like you know what our style is New York - the wildest My is wit' it You it? Come and get it Took it, then we it You fuckin' we did it the fuck you gonna do When we run up on Fuckin' wit' the crew know what we goin' through I'm a have to niggas How easily we niggas When you find out there's some more That's runnin' with your Nothin' we can't it up and dismantle Light it up like a Just 'cause I stand you Put my on tapes Like you bussin' Think you holdin' Then you 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 Ryders
Is y'all crazy? I'll bust you and be Stop like a baby your business, lady Nosy get it, too you see me spit at you You know I'm to get rid of you Yeah, I it's pitiful how niggas get down Watch my split round Make y'all kiss ground Just for shit, clown Oh, you think funny Then you don't me, money about to get ugly Fuck it, dog, I'm I guess you know what that Come up off that niggas or a fiend Don't it a murder scene a dog a bone Leave a dog Let a dog And he'll his way home of the brave My home is a And yo, I'm a my home is a grave I'm a paper all about the papers Bitches the papers Then how they wanna us
Stop, drop, 'em down, open up shop Oh, no That's how Ruff roll Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up Oh, no how Ruff Ryders roll
Look what you started for it, you got it Had it, have shot it Now you're departed Get at me, did I rip shit? With this one here, I shit Niggas know when I shit It's gonna be some shit was that look for When I in the door? Oh, you thought you was Boom! Not 'Cause now you on the you never saw Me walk that door that four-four Now it's for bed Two to the head Got the red Yeah, nigga's dead Another mystery Is goin' down in Niggas ain't did shit to me Bitch ass can't get to me Gots to make the Got a point to Gotta make 'em Got 'em all "ooo" So the next You hear this rhyme Try to keep your On pussy and prime
Stop, drop, shut 'em down, up shop is cheap mothafucka!