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Stop, drop, 'em down, open up shop Oh, no That's how Ryders roll Stop, drop, 'em down, open up shop Oh, no how Ruff Ryders roll
Niggas try wanna lie Then niggas why Niggas die All I is pain All I is rain How can I With mad on my brain? I resort to My niggas move in Like you don't what our style is New York niggas - the My is wit' it You want it? and get it Took it, we split it You right we did it What the you gonna do When we run up on Fuckin' wit' the wrong know what we goin' through I'm a have to niggas How we blow niggas you find out there's some more niggas That's with your niggas we can't handle Break it up and it up like a candle Just I can't stand you Put my on tapes Like you grapes Think you weight? Then you met the apes
Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up Oh, no That's how Ryders roll Stop, drop, 'em down, open up shop Oh, no how Ruff Ryders roll
Is niggas crazy? I'll bust you and be Stop actin' 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 know it's That's how get down Watch my split round 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 Fuck it, dog, I'm I guess you know that mean Come up off that Five niggas or a Don't make it a scene Give a dog a 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 is a grave I'm a paper It's all about the Bitches the papers how they wanna rape us
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 Ruff Ryders
Look what you done for it, you got it Had it, should have it Now you're dearly Get at me, did I rip shit? With this one here, I shit Niggas know I kick shit gonna be some slick shit What was look for When I in the door? Oh, you you was raw? Boom! Not now you on the floor Wishin' you saw Me walk that door With four-four Now it's for bed Two more to the Got the red Yeah, nigga's dead unsolved mystery Is goin' in history ain't never did shit to me Bitch ass can't get to me to make the move Got a to prove make 'em grove Got 'em all "ooo" So the time You hear this rhyme Try to your mind On gettin' and prime
Stop, drop, 'em down, open up shop is cheap mothafucka!