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Swizz
See don't understand us you know
Ruff Ryderz is a
Ruff Ryderz....Ruff Ryderz...Ruff
go...Swizz Beatz

DMX
This is the shit, sparkest shit
Hittin wit the hardest shit, 'cause before we shit
Wit kidz I knew my fuckin all turned against me
Said fuck it, bought me a dog ever me and my dog has been like this
He got my back I got his, on mad niggaz
Dats how we do
about time to start another, robbin spree
'cause yo, my way is highway,
When I was up north 16 I was sendin niggaz home in a coffin
Livin a orphan, you bad nigga?
I'll be back to see if be still here
You know my will put yo fuckin man, in a wheelchair
He'll never again, on the strength of me
Dats how I him G, scared to death of me
cannot run, hit wit da hot one
From the shotgun, catz was wondered how we got done...

Eve
Yo yo,
My dogz in me
Petty thugz hide yo cake, never me
I show love to, all my hustlin one'z, tussle wit these
Makin moves, to none, I locked it, huh
Made a move you got bit
Flooded wit the double R, real shit
Da hair bandit, you got gunz, hand it
Turn my face when I bust a
'cause I don't sunblock
Ask if the fire is hot (Flame On baby)
Shit pop shellz, fall feet, roll over and stop
We warn niggaz we comin, then we total the block
We niggaz like they mothers, then we wet up they socks
Red dot, on a radar, to seashore, then hide out
And buy out till we see far
In this game, we beat y'all, you got
Keep y'alls, for us be tearin tryin to hide, then tear out
y'alls

And you can see me if you tryin to
Get some gramz for the
I can get it for you raw, gray, tan or white
Fuck rap yo, I'd be plannin the flights
Somewhere hot on a wave runner, wit dykes
the haze, while all of em givin me brains
One at a time, start from the front of the line
But everybody contact me, and get wit me
And still end up bein mad I charge 50
And as for you suckaz, you can those rapz
And screw yo awardz, my son eat those plaques
I was shipped but some thingz I never forget
if you spent three you garanteed to make back six
Drove the off the lot and just dusted her off
Tints, rims, stashed, the governer off
Even the catz that be still be lovin the dogz
'cause they that the double R's comin for war
Wha

You ain't ready to die, then why you live?
'cause when I bustin the gunz you hidin the kids
And the Pieer's still ridin wit clips, wit bricks
We on the 4th you got to die on the 5th
Like I wasnt hustlin dope or robbin the
Starvin or not, carvin the cheek, palmin the
I figure which could I watch wit a watch
I like to off my crack then I pull off a heist
Put it together, double it twice this shit is my
Catch me wit a .45, hot pair of
And three red dice, like, give me the bank or gimmie yo
a shank It's Holiday(Uh)
The hooptie's in the front but the truck is a mile
Niggaz wanna tommorow when they'll probabaly die today
'cause da Pio'll the gunz
holla at son (I feel you nigga)
And when he go to holla back, niggaz one

Y'all dem bust in them crowd niggaz and hit
When you should aim for them niggaz took yo leather
They right there, but you scared they gon bust
they crazy, but crazy niggaz bleed like us
See I'm one shot thru the heart Cupid
Y'all niggaz might be crazy, but not stupid
99, I'm killin you, woman and kid
Fuck Scarface, me, I'm mo action to see
the muthafuckaz that y'all see on T.V.
And fuck what you heard, check how get down
Comes the gun, shit, I'm wit one on me now
You neva know, what clown could walk in the
Talkin shit, and there's gon be than the amps that blow
I'll pour gas on yo skin and watch yo shit
Wit a book of matches, now when you met yo match
And the worst thing for you is for me to have a gun when I'm
I'll turn niggaz more Holy Man, Eddie Murphy
And I wit mo bricks than that city do in Jersey
I got call cops niggaz, I got autops niggaz, bust you and slide
Wit of 6-drop niggaz
Revolver Pop niggaz, easy Ox niggaz, get
Say I smoked niggaz
Drug program, hit the and cop 56 mo gramz
Y'all niggaz fuckin wit the fam and dats word

Hey yo boy, whats the difference fire and water?
You whether drown or die off torture, yo skins of ya
And watch ya burn off fat, dog I'm off the
Could put a to my mouth and give yo bitch a perm wit that
Keep in the envelopes 'cause I'll mail out bullets
More that a riot on a jailhouse footage
Buck 40, got a 20 wit the semi, when it hit you
You gon do a 360 pretty
When I burn you to a crisp you gon be crunchier chips
Wit my hand all up in the bag, munchin on shit
Bit by bit, clip by clip and every block by is brick on brick
So I got knots on knots, got that'll pop yo top
And R spot yo block wit 16 shots and watch y'all drop
And nobody gettin up, lest they in the wheelchair
Sittin up or spittin up, either way I don't give a