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Stop, drop, 'em down, open up shop Oh, no That's how Ruff Ryders Stop, drop, shut 'em down, 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 shit on my I to violence My niggas in silence Like you don't know what our is New York niggas - the My niggas is it You it? Come and get it Took it, then we it You fuckin' we did it What the fuck you do we run up on you? Fuckin' the wrong crew Don't what we goin' through I'm a have to niggas How easily we niggas When you out there's some more niggas runnin' with your niggas Nothin' we can't Break it up and Light it up a candle 'cause I can't stand you Put my shit on you bussin' grapes Think you weight? Then you haven't met the
Stop, drop, shut 'em down, up shop Oh, no That's how Ryders roll Stop, drop, shut 'em down, up shop Oh, no That's how Ryders roll
Is y'all crazy? I'll you and be swazy Stop like a baby Mind your business, people get it, too When you see me 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 niggas ground for talkin' shit, clown Oh, you it's funny Then you know me, money It's about to get Fuck it, dog, I'm I guess you know what that Come up off that Five niggas or a Don't make it a murder Give a dog a a dog alone Let a dog And he'll find his way 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 Ryders Stop, drop, shut 'em down, up shop Oh, no That's how Ruff Ryders
Look what you started for it, you got it Had it, should have it Now you're dearly Get at me, dog; did I rip With this one here, I shit Niggas know I kick shit It's be some slick shit was that look for When I in the door? Oh, you you was raw? Boom! Not 'Cause now you on the Wishin' you saw Me walk through that With that Now it's for bed Two to the head Got the red Yeah, that nigga's Another unsolved Is goin' in history Niggas never did shit to me Bitch ass can't get to me to make the move Got a to prove 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 Talk is mothafucka!