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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 Ryders roll
Niggas try wanna lie Then niggas why wanna die All I know is All I is rain How can I With mad shit on my I to violence My move in silence Like you know what our style is New York niggas - the My is wit' it You want it? 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 wrong Don't what we goin' through I'm a to show niggas How easily we blow When you out there's some more niggas That's runnin' with niggas Nothin' we handle Break it up and it up like a candle Just 'cause I can't you Put my on tapes Like you grapes you holdin' weight? Then you met the apes
Stop, drop, shut 'em down, up shop Oh, no how Ruff Ryders roll Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up Oh, no That's how Ruff Ryders
Is niggas crazy? I'll you and be swazy Stop actin' a baby your business, lady Nosy get it, too When you see me at you You I'm tryin' to get rid of you Yeah, I it's pitiful how niggas get down Watch my niggas split y'all niggas kiss ground Just for shit, clown Oh, you it's funny Then you don't me, money It's about to get it, dog, I'm hungry I guess you know that mean up off that green Five niggas or a make it a murder scene Give a dog a Leave a dog Let a dog And find his way home of the brave My is a cage And yo, I'm a Till my is a grave I'm a pull It's all about the Bitches the papers how they wanna rape us
Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up Oh, no That's how Ruff roll Stop, drop, shut 'em down, up shop Oh, no how Ruff Ryders roll
Look you done started for it, you got it Had it, should have it Now you're departed Get at me, dog; did I rip With one here, I flip shit Niggas know when I shit It's gonna be some shit What was that for I walked in the door? Oh, you you was raw? Boom! Not now you on the floor Wishin' you saw Me walk through that that four-four Now it's for bed Two to the head Got the red Yeah, that nigga's Another 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 Gotta make 'em Got 'em all "ooo" So the next You hear nigga rhyme Try to your mind On gettin' and prime
Stop, drop, shut 'em down, up shop is cheap mothafucka!