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1. _ Buff Ryders (skit)
Eve: i use to be shy and now i'm a ruff ryder
Man: the ruff ryders, the ruff ryders, ruff ryders, i'm a ruff ryder baby, wussup
Eve: nigga you can't be serious
Man: whatchu talkin about?
Eve: you not even a ruff type nigga
Man: i'm a ruff type nigga baby, you don't know ruff, i'm ruff. you talkin about ruff ryders here...
Eve: nigga, you a fuckin clown....
Man: what are you talkin bout, i'm a clown? i'm a ruff ryder baby, don't even play yourself. r-o-u-g-h-f, ruff ryder
Eve: see, you can't even spell the words ruff ryders
Man: i know what i'm talkin about
Eve: you're not a ruff ryder
Man: i'm a ruff ryder, i'm a ruff ryder
Eve: you're not a ruff ryder
Man: i am a ruff ryder
Eve: you know what you are?
Man: what?
Eve: you'z a buff ryder...
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2. _ Dope Money
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3. _ Pina Colada
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4. _ Do That Shit
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5. _ I'm A Ruff Ryder
Ryde or die vol. 1
Intro:
Baby, i'm a ruff ryder
Heeeeeyy, yeah yeah
I'm a ruff ryder....
Verse 1
Woke up one sunday mornin
At the crack of dawn and, oh no
My baby left a letter
Tellin me don't forget her (oh no)
She said i wasn't able
To keep our love stable
She knew that i was fooling around (oh yes she did)
She saw me with a girl downtown, downtown...
Chorus:
So your sayin that you love me baby
But your gone forever and more, and more, and more
(i'm a ruff ryder)
And your gonna be sorry baby
Cause i want you more than before, and more, and more, and more
(i'm a ruff ryder)
Verse 2
Now as the letter goes on
I'm reminded of the times when she all alone
All the days that shes cried
But not once did i ever see the pain in her eyes(oh no)
She said that i was wrong
That a man that doesn't care
Is up all alone (silly ass nigga)
If i could do it all again
Girl i know one thing
Is i would not let you go
Chorus
You walked away, with nothin to say
Said your tired of the games i played
There ain't nothin that i wouldn't do
To find a way to get back to you
Now your gone and i'm all alone
Wish that you, would come back home
You know i need you here in my life
All i wanna do is try to make it right
Chorus to fade
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6. _ Bug Out
Dmx
Ughh aieyo (ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!) these niggaz is crazy baby they cant fuck wit da dog (ya know) yo swizz swizz (my nigga) swizz, swizz, swizz anotha one? (swizz) anotha one? (anotha one?) are we be
Reedy??? (uh, swizz, swizz) or what??? i don't think so uh
Come on baby like u dont know da streets is (uh)
Too bad they'll find yo body but in pieces (uh) cuz the beast is
On some real cruddy shit
About to split yo wig wit some bloody shit
I ain't droppin' nuttin but dat ugly shit (come on)
Bite yo head like i tried yo man cuz what u sayin is nuttin (uh huh)
Must really think im playin but i'll be layin while u bluffin
Look out !!! dey don't let dat crook out i took out
Enough of yo family to have a fuckin cook out (uh)
For one time we get togetha (uh)
Is it when everyone get hit togetha
Or when im in da tent just before they hit da leather
Ima say it so i know how much strength is left
And curse all who will breathe in da stench of death (uh huh)
Though after the sixth day im buried i will rise
And bomb da fluid in my veins and blood in my eyes (uh, uh)
And them guys that was laughin
Dont even smile anymore
How many 4 pound rounds can yo ass indulge?
20 more of that raw strip to da flesh (what?!)
1000 pounds of pressure
Shit that rip through the vest and pull yo chest open
So what da ruff ryder possed to do when u frontin?
Give u niggaz what u wantin mufucka... nuttin!
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7. _ Jigga My Nigga
Jay-z
Roc-a-fella, ruff ryders. swizz beats, it's almost over ya'll, jigga uh, uh, uh, uh, lights out niggas!!! (women singing)
Jay-z: (jigga) what's my mother fucking name?
(jigga) and who i'm rolling with huh?
(my niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh
Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right
(jigga) what's my mother fucking name?
(jigga) and who i'm rolling with huh?
(my niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right
Verse 1:
Sold the crack when i was down in ac
Back on the block jay-z mother fucker from the, the, the roc
Went solo on that ass but it's still the same
Brooklyn be the place where i serve them thangs
Be my niggas was struggling, to the 'burbs they came
And then we got to hustling, mudering thangs
I dipped in my stash, splurged on a chain
Now i'm titianic, iceberg's the name
Leave players on injured reserve, hurt the game
The best way to describe me in the word, insane
I dick down chicks all emerged in my fame
Jigga been dope since slick rick's first chain
The god, send you back to the earth from which you came
I'm baking soda, waterfire, merged with 'cane
Ladies don't know me said "i heard he's vain"
Well guess what mommies? i heard the same,
You heard the name
Chorus:
(jigga) what's my mother fucking name?
(jigga) and who i'm rolling with huh?
(my niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right who?
(jigga) what's my mother fucking name?
(jigga) and who i'm rolling with huh?
(my niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh
Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right
Verse 2:
Got a license to kill so i stay the gat
Roc-a-fella, ruff ryders, nigga scared a that
Got a new motto this year, don't fuck with my ones
Knock on your door, three in the morning, "it's just us and our guns!"
See i scrambled with priests, hustle with nuns
Got the mind capacity of a young butch cassidy
Niggas get fly, let 'em defy gravity
Four-five rapidly lift your chest cavity
Streets won't let me chill
Always been a clumsy nigga, don't let me spill
Mother fuckers wanna wet me still,
I remain ya'll raw, the one, like five divided by four
Shit, this just the hate that's been provided by ya'll
Reciprocated and multiplied by more
You likely to see jigga in a wide body or
Drop-top bently is all, holla at me ya'll
Chorus:
(jigga) what's my mother fucking name?
(jigga) and who i'm rolling with huh?
(my niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right who?
(jigga) what's my mother fucking name?
(jigga) and who i'm rolling with huh?
(my niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right
Verse 3:
I don't give a fuck if i sold one or one million, but i think you should
Cause if i only sold one, then out comes the hood
The all black, in the gloves, the outcome ain't good
Them niggas act like wolves, how come? they could
Cause we don't drop hits, we drop bombs that smash
Till the wrists is lit up, the arm looks like glass
The necklace chipped up, the charm it flash
Could fuck up your eyes like the bombest hash
See the reason why chicks let me palm they ass
All i gotta do is let 'em call me shawn de'glass
Let me sit up in they whip till i launch it back
Snap they neck, then shoot 'em till they aren't sent back
The calmest cat, trust me when i palm this gat
Kill your mind, body and soul, push your conscience back
Monster's back, and flex drop a bomb to that
And everybody sing-a-long to the track, come on
Chorus:
(jigga) what's my mother fucking name?
(jigga) and who i'm rolling with huh?
(my niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right who?
(jigga) what's my mother fucking name?
(jigga) and who i'm rolling with huh?
(my niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right who?
(jigga) what's my mother fucking name?
(jigga) and who i'm rolling with huh?
(my niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right who?
(jigga) what's my mother fucking name?
(jigga) and who i'm rolling with huh?
(my niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right
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8. _ Some X Shit
Dmx
Your nigga
What
Your nigga
Ruff ryders
What
Uh
Uh
All aboard
If i thought you niggas really wanted drama
I'da been with out the armour
Word to my mama, i'ma
Hit you niggas with somtin that you aint eva felt
Hit you niggas for frontin you caught up in that hell
If i thought half the shit that bitches said was true
Id be spittin lead at you and your crew
But if you know a bitch
You dont listen to that bitch
You dont argue with that bitch
All you do is fuck that bitch
If i listen to all these fake niggas thats
Runnin their mouth
I wouldnt be in the crib
Id be loadin up to run in your house
But you cant fuck with cowards
Takes a coward to be a coward
Then im done killin these cowards
And enough spillin these cowards
If i let the niggas round my way
Tell me how they feel about me
I guess i really wouldnt be deep
But im the best that ever did
The best at it cause i live it
How many niggas eat it and shit it
You cops want it come and get it
Chorus
Grrrr
Arf arf
Woo woo
Grrr
Arf arf
Woo woo
Tell me how you feelin now,
I know you illin now
Tell me how you feelin now,
I know you illin now
Grrrr
Arf arf
Woo woo
Grrr
Arf arf
Woo woo
Tell me how you feelin now,
I know you illin now
Tell me how you feelin now,
I know you illin now
Its not like me to have my back turned to open places
I wanna see it when its comin so i can open faces
Open cases got me payin to stay out of jail
Runnin these streets got me playin to stay out of hell
Slipped and i fell
Got back up slipped again
But no matter what its been
Niggas never got a win
Its a thin line i walk everyday but im good wit it
Project nigga all my life but wouldnt say the hood did it
Knew what i was doin, everyday that ive been doin it
See niggas havin a good time so im a ruin it
Fuck you and fuck your man both you niggas is puss
Frontin like you out the jungle but you aint ever seen a bush
If push come to shove, whatever love we had you take it wit u
See people what they said, see how long it takes to hit you
Everbody knows you can talk all day
But when its on what you gonna do walk away?
Chorus
Man i told you i lock jaw
Carry a glock 4
Close my eyes on you niggas
Let the bullets watch yall
Then i gotta open up another can of ass whippen
Yall niggers better pucker up time for some real ass kissin
Im a simple man i lead a simple life
I dont need much to be alright
Go up to land at heat of the night
Handle whatevers comin
When i get theres when im good
Dismantle whatevers comin ya niggers sit there but im hood
Are my niggas feelin good
My niggas like it rough
My niggas want blood
You stay callin niggas bluff
But then if its got to be
Whats it gonna be
Come on lets see
Whatever my niggas want from me
What my niggas dont get from me
And if i ever let the words of another nigger bother me
I might as well let the sperm of another nigger bother me
But they know
Like i know
Black rhino
Niggas let em do em messin wit my flow
Nigga die slow
Oh oh ohhh
Oh
Chorus x3
Ruff rydas
Playa hatas
Chorus x2
What what
Ruff ryders
We gonna lace you
Dmx
Swizz beatz
Double r
Yall gona feel us
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9. _ The Hood
Shit, this shit right here...is for the thugs in the streetdo yall here me?
Shit, and this shit right here...will get you mugged in the street
Beanie seagal
Beanie segal hit hard, and i'll wire ya jaw
Trademark niggas eyes, give them perminant scars
Twist backwards, never catch me rollin' cigars
Only cock and blow, dro out of perservative jars
On the block serving like i never heard of the law
Cops hit the spot fuck it, mad bro to bar
Fuck crack, flip powder, i aint takin' a loss
Plus if i get snatched, its less time for the song
I was been known to stroll the block, hold the glock
Blow dro, pick up doe, reload the spot
I'm the shit with crushed ice and some arm and hammer
I'm the reason why smokers steal car antenna's
I get bricks, so you know i make big nicks
The size of chiclets, that make you pricks sick
While you try to profit, i just flip quick
Ya niggas know my flow be sick, my doe be quick
Infra red
Now when you wake upi'm wiping the cold out your eys with the barrel of the gun
Holding your son, smoking branson
Blowing smoke in your face, i want the ransom and some
His shit'll get the opposite of handsomei mean i got to come clean
I've done bagged up and served every fiend mc in the feds magazine
I'm what y'all haven't seeni swallow kerosene and piss out gassoline
Strike a match and burn the fucking scene
I'm no joker - i could blow you in the smoke
And make your man a second hand smoker.
I'm so vulgar - i'm sendin' niggas straight back to their maker
Broke, with a playstation for a cd player, see me player?
I dont even play that shiti just spit and have the whole hood sayin' my shit
Yall got a bible? well pray in that shit
While i smoke a scripture, reload, niggas come to rip ya
Nuchild
Peep the illest shit that i ever wrote
Gun up in your mouth, hands around your throatchoke nigga choke, i'm dope
Roll me up and smoke, on contactniggas react, and play me back
For doe, i'll murder ever nigga not on this track
I spit back, at any nigga claimin' he teflon
The best don? be the next nigga get stepped on
A sick dude, type to ask god "you wanna battle?"
"i could care less, send me hell i like to travel"after waxin' him, i wax you
Smack you, clap you, and thats twoniggas i left lookin' like statues
I have to, bring it to these cowards that talk hard
Some jail shit? never even walked through a junk yardi thump hard
Make a nigga yell for crew quicka true bitch, eat a nigga up like a chew-stick
Too rich, is what i plan to be in the 9-9
Its all mine, fagots ride bench when its crunch time
So bump mine, make a nigga lean off the opiumyou ethiopian
Willie niggas, we scoping 'em, and roping 'emdo a nigga rosewood style
Hangin' by his weak picture, callin' his moms and his child
Mysonne
Its mysonne, lefty, gun up in the right palm
Poppin' niggas in their sleep so they die calm
Kill or be killed, thats the that i'm on
Its desparoto style, shooting at them side armi'm bomb, see i'm dope like heroin
And my guns got scopes, so they zero infrom here on in, know i fear no men
And mutherfuck shootin' five, here go ten
Know that if you start a problem, there's no end
You tough? fight death and be a hero then
Niggas call me poppiseed, i'll pop your seed
And move bricks on the block thats too hot to breath
I'm a real type of nigga, that cock and squeeze
Y'all them second guess fagots, that cock and freeze
So i fuck with real niggas, like the lox and d
And yall niggas got problems, just watch and see
Drag-on
I'm the kid with the unlaced boots, but'll lace you
Leave a hole in your facial, the size of a bagel
All my bullets hit, never graze youif you never was shit, i'ma promise you this
I'ma front page you, i'ma young'n
The first one there, and the last one to get to running
Unless you tell me the cops coming
Cuz i like to feel assed out, so when they trap me i blast out
I'm quiet my gun gotta bad mouthi wake up with the mad south
You know how many chinks and jews drag's done dragged out, on a cash route?
Cuz when i walk in, stop the talking
I dont give a fuck if its a nigga with a walkmani'ma put him in a coffin
Soon as i step ini'm runnin' up on the nigga with the thick lens
I'm tryin to get the benz with the thick rims
Double r, soon half of us'll goto jailthe rest? the studio, 16 bars to post bail
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10. _ Talkin Money
Waah: how you doin over there, swizz?
Swizz: i'm doin pretty good
Waah: how you doin? you aight?
Swizz: i'm good
Waah: yeah, so whats poppin' with this money? how we makin out?
Swizz: well, waah, we're getting a lot of checks in from the record companies, we're doing very good
Waah: how much money is is is goin in my pocket, and how much is goin in yours?
Swizz: waah, your getting at least 60%, we only takin like 3%
Waah: i'm not feelin you are my cousin right now, you know that right?
Swizz: i don't understand why, waah
Waah: ok, well didn't you just cut half my cut with the president?
Swizz: ummm, well, that wasn't paid for...
Waah: fuckin studder, where my money at?
Swizz: waah, settle down
Waah: wheres my fuckin money at?
Swizz: its in the account
Waah: shut the fuck up, now wheres my money at?
(gun shots)
Waah: motherfucker, shit.....i want my money!
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11. _ Kiss Of Death
Jadakiss
Ahh!! they tryin-they comin' for my head po (uh) they're tryin' to put pressure on a nigga huh, short notice (uh-huh) got sumpin' for them niggaz though (uh-huh) yo
Verse 1
I'm like the dow jones of rap, my stocks is high
And it never was all of, so stop the lies
Mothafuckas'll blow your brains out, and watch you bleed
The same niggaz that you trust, let 'em watch your seed
You got a dead niggaz, money don't stop the greed
That's why now i gotta rock my vest, pop my 3
And whoever die first, may god forgive
The nigga who lives, sometimes you gotta handle your biz
To my niggaz when i die, keep inhalin' the lye
And come to my wake high, when your tellin' me bye
What goes around comes around, am i comin' or goin'?
All i'm tryin' to do is leave you numb, gunnin' or flowin'
I might cock-back the gauge, and start shootin' at 'cha people
I'm lookin for the devil 'cuz money's the root of evil
And 'kiss won't be happy 'til my bezel look see-thru
Until i flood n-y with pediquo and diesle
Catch me with the top, off my whip
Bust my gun while it's still tucked so you could hop, off my dick
I run with a few parolees, all thieves, that rocks ice blue pacholies and rolies
At the mob meetin', keep quite when the god speakin'
Squeeze my joint, 'til my mothafuckin' palm squeakin'
And nevermind who the lox'll sign to (that's right)
What difference do it make nigga? just listen to the tape nigga (c'mon)
Chorus
Jay to the mmwwaa, hustle coke, ryde or die (uh)
Kiss hand-wash money, let it drip dry (uh-huh)
Jay to the mmwwaa, keep cowards on their toes (yeah)
Kiss push the drop, rock the ice, get the hoes (uh)
Jay to the mmwwaa got the smash on the block (uh-huh)
Kiss got the label's tellin' niggaz not to drop (tell 'em)
Everthing you get (uh-huh), you really don't expect (naw)
'cuz when you jay to the mmwwaa, you kiss to the death
Verse 2
Yeah, yo, yo i wanna know, is the promise land heaven or hell?
'cuz the niggaz that made promises, most of them fell
If you hungry, then i got some niggaz servin' the shells
With no sauce, and they silver, only take one to kill you
It's a small world, so you better guard your secrets
And it's easy to get money, but it's hard to keep it
Never was the one that like to hound no bitch
All i do is try to keep niggaz around me rich
Screw all-a-y'all cowards, i consider you lames
Had to save my lunch money just to get in the game
That was back when i used-ta have a mean back-spin
And no mack-10, it was just bats then
U know, beat a nigga down, take his rope
Now we-a, heat a nigga down, take his coke
And you can call me if you wanna bye them thangs
I get 'em half-price 'cuz papi know my name
Call me, jay to the mmwwaa and everything you got in your livin room,
I got in my car 'cept for the bar
I try to put a little money away
'cuz you know they say, tommorrow ain't promised today
Either bubblin' or strugglin', nuttin between
Or have a grimie nigga like me, fuckin' ya queen
And the kiss only do shit with niggaz i know (that's right)
And the outside nigga can't fuck up my flow (c'mon)
Chorus
Jay to the mmwwaa, hustle coke, ryde or die kiss hand-wash money, let it drip dry jay to the mmwwaa, keep cowards on their toes kiss push the drop, rock the ice, get the hoes jay to the mmwwaa g
E smash on the block kiss got the label's tellin' niggaz not to drop everthing you get, you really don't expect 'cuz when you jay to the mmwwaa, you kiss to the death uh
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12. _ Ryde Or Die
[sheek]
Yo if gon' sleep on somethin, might as well be a bed
And if you gon' crack a nigga, might as well be a head
Cause if you targettin the l.o.x. you might as as well target a box
That you gon' sleep in for years, all covered wit rocks
Cause i think not, i pop shots, i double what y'all got
Ya hotshots aint got blocks, ?llabuta? muchacha
From the days in school, now a motherfucker rule
And i could drop my chain in court, yeah, keeps ya cool
That's how ice be, i'm priceless, the iciest
And i dont gotta wear fatigues to blow out your chest
My bullets thump when i'm laced in some fly shit, punk
The baby nine be on the daily, aint no poppin a trunk
But if i pop the trunk, its to hand you a rag
So you can wipe down the windows on the side of my jag
Must i brag? my shit paid for, yours tagged
And every bitch you grabbed,
Sheek bend em back
[jadakiss]
Ayo i hope you aint tongue-kissin your spouse
Cause i be fuckin her in the mouth
Type of nigga buck at your house
Too slick, means she be suckin my dick
And before you know it, i'ma have her stuffin my bricks
Jada, if i kiss you now, you'll die later
I been nice since niggaz was watchin movies on beta
Ready to clap, everybody givin me gats
Cause believe it or not, we be the ones settin the traps
You listen to y'all shit, then listen to our shit
Ain't nuttin y'all faggots could do but gossip
That's the reason now y'all niggaz ain't got shit
Cause everytime i turn around y'all on the l.o.x. dick
Niggaz thats narrow, i just smack em wit the barrel
Give it to em at the light, like kane's cousin abel
Chorus: repeat 4x the ruff ryders! (what?) the ruff ryders
[styles]
Fuck you and your son, y'all low wit the scum
Show me the money, i'll show you a gun, motherfucker
Sp'll spin the corner while you prolly within
I clap you, i clap him, and thats rule number one
Suckin my dick, and i dont give a fuck what you spit
Who you are, where you from, and who the fuck you can get
Cause i sell records, plus i got a jail record
Y'all niggaz ain't sayin shit until y'all bare weapons
And even when you dead, you can still fuckin get it
A nigga that'll smack ya, fuck around and clap ya
Styles p., your favorite rapper's favorite rapper
[eve]
Aint no surprise niggaz, only fuck wit recognized niggaz
Babygirl want the world, gave ya pies niggaz
No tops, take em in all shape and size niggaz
No lie, prefer them ready do or die niggaz
What? what you want? cutey starin at me like
"damn, where you from?"
You be comin at me like "can i get some?"
Lick your lips for this brown sugar
Suck mine like a thumb, if you want, til i cum, uhhh
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[drag-on]
I be the d-r, a-g, dash o-n, slash often comma, burnin niggasz often
They call me drag-on, i'm hot scorchin
Keep the block roastin light a dutch wit the flames comin, toastin
In my eyes you could see what summer's holdin
Realizin, every guy i'll fry or dead rowdy
I burn to a degree of 130, and my gun dirty
Cause it got one bury, so you better run, hurry or catch one early
You wrong, tryin to touch me, what type of shit you on?
You better through your boots on and your unflammable suits on
Cause i'm comin through wit a yukon black tinted wit gats in it
Catch you while you smokin, send your casket, throw the sack in it
But only half of it, cause y'all like half-ass dude
And we are one whole, and y'all niggaz is one slash two
My gun blast you, tryna out the flames, what're you, firemen?
You'll catch a hell of a backdraft cause my fire retirin, aight then
[dmx]
Its my, survival instinct that keeps my head above the water
Everyday i show another how a lover slaughter
Flood your daughter, full of more holes than spurges
Taxin businessmen for stocks over lunches
Wit these, i shoot the breeze, and extort
Enough keys from the cuban, to build a fuckin fort
Caught up in somethin that i cant control
Tryna get a hold of a bankroll, let's role
Catch bodies like a cold, and i stay slick so face it
Make me chase it, i take your life and erase it
Wasted, in the fuckin streets cause it ain't worth shit
The undertaker take your ass unbder the earth quick,
I love money, but the scrambles hot
So i snatch up my man and the gamblin spot
Twenty grand is got, when niggaz shot, one nigga less
What used to be his chest is now a mess under his fuckin vest
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13. _ What Yall Want
Eve:
Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh ugh
What y'all niggas want, huh?
Ugh, ugh, ugh
Lubia huh? papi screamin out of they mouth
Bomb shell just a second
Mami wanna speak out
What i need in my life
Make ya body freak out
Baby seem like the type
Married niggaz sneak out
Like i'm ballin y'all
Yes i be appallin ya'll
Boss type hold it down
Wantin all of y'all
Callin y'all never chasin me down
Three weeks, heartbroken
Yes you hatin me now
She speaks soft spoken
Till she datin the clown
I'm takin em down
Reel em in and makin em drown
Mistake
I said gimme that, but i'm takin it now
What i need from a nigga
Negative in his sound
Or dasity even askin me
For ass, i laugh
This bitch is fast and free
Swatin em off
When i see this niggas a flea
Plotin of cost for riches
Millionaire wannabe, uh huh
Chorus: [nokio]
What y'all niggas want? [what we want, wha?]
Can't touch [uh]
All y'all niggaz need [what we need in our life?]
Is right here with me [uh]
Sounds y'all wanna hear [who da, who dat?]
Swizz beats [uh]
I'm the one you fear [why?]
It's my time, feel me
Popular since i started my life
Eve you know my name
Probably the dangerous type
Brick house stallion
Think you taming me right?
Not this baby val philly streets
They raisin her right
Keep it pretty or can make it gritty be a lady!
Need boots pocket books and a baby 380!
But prefer to keep it
Calm and cool
When i'm heated i suggest you move
Just avoid a bad situation
What you got to prove?
Leave her be
Chicken squakin hatin frequently
Manic man is obsessed
And stalkin me
If he
Icy enough, i'm pricin his stuff
Be nicy enough
To let him spin, i'm callin ya bluff
Puttin it down
Ruff ryders puttin they work
Snatched up the illest viscous pittbull in a skirt
Makin em hurt
Haters steady dishin up dirt
Changin the game, settin the rules
Makin it work, uh
Chorus
Leavin em scared
Mami takin all of this here
All of this fame i'm hungry
Hope you cats is prepared
Niggas, set me up
And imma take it and run
Think its a game
Just check out how my format is done
Stalkin ya shine
And i do it to perfection
Made a promise everytime i touch the mic
To bless em
Used to tease me how i keep is greezy
Just to test em
Eve handcuff niggas but i don't arrest em
Shorty bang
Hear the niggaz sayin
Shout my name
Make the thugish niggas scream
Watchin me entertain
Dicks brick when i like the lips
Just keepin it plain
Fantasizin about this bitch
Got em goin insaine
Oooh's and ahhh's
5'7" thick in the thighs
Every thugs dream wife
See the love in they eyes
My time to shine
Whole package make her a dime
Want some more?
It ain't over, just keep pressin rewind, uh
Chorus
Nokio:
Uh, 99, like 2000
Ruff ryders
Dru hill
Swizz beats
Eve
Comin for that ass
Uh
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14. _ Down Bottom
Drag-on:
Ha, ha, ha oh, damn now bop to this oh yeah ya'll know what this is flame on juvenile drag-on flame on and now swizz, swizz beatz yeah
Drag-on:
Me and my niggas done licked shots
Even done hit cops
Bet ya'll niggas can't wait till my shit drop
Treat you like your moma given' lip to pop
Nigga you don't want my paper drop
Cause that means i'm empty
And your full of it
Check what the bullet did
Missiles gonna hit you get you
Rip through tissue should have never rhymed this cause i miss you
I make plus cash ya'll little niggas can't fuck wit drag
Got the chain out so it's bust and grab
Nigga fuck that you better bust back 'fore ya nigga ask back where the vest at
Rock like a girl but you can't trust cash
Spit like a fire but you can't touch black
All you can do is cuss back and read back how you bust gats
Nigga we don't need that i don't care about your feed back
Ya'll niggas don't feed drag
Tell a motherfucker pull out bust a bullet out in ya safe house
Nigga where the keys at nigga where the stash at nigga where the weed at
Nigga pass that 'fore i pull my trigger
Mater fact where the ass at cause i got the ruff ryders
And i aint talkin bout my niggas
Nigga we can go hoe for hoe toe to toe blow for blow
And when you fell your nose crack
That mean i broke that i'm fittin to po-po wit a flame thrower like i told yo' befo' ya know
You can't handle it you can put me on wax but my fire burn candles
And who that nigga ruff rydin' drag-on ya'll niggas and south siders
Chorus (drag-on:)
Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns
(chant:) hell yeah we bust our guns
(drag-on:) do you fuck them 'till they cum
(chant:) damn right we make them cum
(drag-on:) it's for the north
(voices:) head south, head east, head west
(drag-on:) ruff ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best
(repeat)
Juvenile:
In the late night
We be cockin high givin' you stage fright
Yo' head might explode
When i bust with the lead pipe
And i say right
Juvenile hey tight
Stay hype
Now page mike
And make sure he got all the yeah aight
I'm tired of niggas be thinkin that you usein' me
Runnin with them petty ass niggas lookin' like fools to me
I'm workin wit some change ha
And aint afraid to put 50 up on ya brain ha
You 'bout warin' over ya people i'm the same ha
Look i'ma have some body sayin' thats the shame game
But if them people come they aint gonna give no names ha
Playin' with the number one son don't play no games ha
Come outside don't see nothin' but camoflage and bricks
Yo' get some boys straped with (ban)danas tryin knock off yo' shit
Ya stankin' bitch i ruff ryde your ass then
Cashin' for money juve aint gettin nothin' ha, ha, ha that shit is funny
(repat chorus 2x)
Drag-on:
When my niggas get knocked we gonna bail them out
When it come to my gun my shells is out
You better get the message cause i done mailed it out
I'ma bang like a hammer and i'ma nail us out
East west the right this for my niggas up north
My guns made in china so you better dust off
Cause when they getcha you gonna be ketchup
I always got chedder i never ass bet ya'
And i won't even sweat ya' we roll much larger and better
My dough is never low
But if drag is down on his last
I'ma reach in my sweater bet my baretta
Make a nigga feel heat in cold weather
Can't stand a nigga hype throw me his bitch
Bitch come to my shit you betta come get her
Be like a dog with a bone i run with her
Ya'll make me so tired ya'll niggas still rappin' like ya'll don't know my flows fire
Ya'll aint got ya'll boots aint got ya'll suits probaly got a gun that aint never shoot when they come you better hope they don't name you
Cause like two sticks rubbin' i'll flame you
Don't try to be me cause i aint you
'fore i have your spirits with the angels
My shorty keep a gun on the ankles
Wana fuck watch out she will bang you
Cause i taught her well ya'll players better haul to hell
But you niggas couldn't borrow a belt
Who evers wit you is gonna jail
Is you iggas bustin' guns or you aint bustin' none ha
You want to fuck'em till they cum ha
Drag-on juvenille double up what you want ha (repeat chorus 4x)
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15. _ Platinum Plus
Jermaine dupri
Uh-huh, yea-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, (tell 'em who we is) yeah, yeah, yeah
They call me, when thay wanna get they dough up
Call me, when they wanna see shit blow up
Freessshhh from the floor up and ya know what?
I'm sick wit it the shit don't slow up
I'ma see it, want it, drop it, cop cat
Get it, stay on it, don't stop cat
In the big chair wit the big hat screamin' "y'all wanna floss wit us?"
Where the fuck you at? from the south side, ruff ryde
No one will fuckin wit us, is a done deal
And y'all gotta hate huh? 'cuz it's to much weight for one
And y'all ain't havin' no fun
Got a whole beat team tryin' to do what i do
Whole street team tryin' do what i do
Like what? double countin' me out?
Forget it, i'm the best that ever done it, need to check and reck
Chorus:
Jd and cross together
(uh, uh, uh, uh) ruff ryders, be on tours for this
All out, make ya dance 'til ya fall out
So so def make it hot to death
You ain't platinum plus? you ain't fuckin' wit' us
Ruff ryders, be on tours for this
All out, make ya dance 'til ya fall out
So so def make it hot to death
You ain't platinum plus? you ain't fuckin' wit' us
Cross
Now, money ain't never been a thing ta me
I'm down 8th with the brand new cinammon 3
Ot, i got cake with a c and a d
On the wrist is a ice band capitol b,
Small v i'm fuckin' with the don chi chi
I'm a p-i-m-p, you can't tempt me (uh)
Check the ice and the clarity, it's cake like the lottery
Playa don't lie ta me, your stash couldn't cover me
What a playa wannabe, neck light in risavie
Hoes, i keep those by the, dime or dozen
I like short-a-y, but i wouldn't, mind her cousin
It's a cost, take the buck and all of them, quit fuckin uhh!!!
Chorus:
Jd and cross together
(uh, uh, uh, uh) ruff ryders, be on tours for this
All out, make ya dance 'til ya fall out
So so def make it hot to death
You ain't platinum plus?
You ain't fuckin' wit' us
Ruff ryders, be on tours for this
All out, make ya dance 'til ya fall out
So so def make it hot to death
You ain't platinum plus?
You ain't fuckin' wit' us
Ma$e
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon we be the best harlem niggaz 80's to lately
Think of po wop, mickey bonz and a-z
Fresh ritz zit, kevin giles and db
And at the end of all tha shit niggaz still say me
I'm the best that ever did it, got a way wit it
Put grannie on the stand, she'll never say who did it
I'm from where, even the gangsta's live to,
Make a mil. on the stoop, every summer switch boots
Cats change they name, to phil like a giant
I treat rap like packs, role dills on consignment
This is for cats hummin' crack, bitchin' and parkin'
All the grimie niggaz who got generous hearts
Got a brother doin' life, to see him is hard
Fuckin' wit mase, is like a nigga swimmin' wit sharks
My niggaz chase cake, play some infa-reds
Some niggaz in the state, some is in the feds
Spit shit at niggaz that might erase they head
And role miserable niggaz who can't wait to be dead
All out, ruff ryde mothafucka, all out wanna flow beyatch?!
Chorus:
Jd and cross together
(uh, uh, uh, uh) ruff ryders, be on tours for this
All out, make ya dance 'til ya fall out
So so def make it hot to death
You ain't platinum plus?
You ain't fuckin' wit' us ruff ryders, be on tours for this
All out, make ya dance 'til ya fall out
So so def make it hot to death
You ain't platinum plus?
You ain't fuckin' wit' us
Cross
Uh, yeah swizz beatz we them niggaz in the streets all out, jd who you with? double r mothafucka, uh uh-huh, yeah, yeah cross
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