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[Swizz Beatz](mmm, mmmm)See y'all don't understand us you knowRuff Ryders is a familyRuff Ryders... Ruff Ryders... Ruff RydersLets go... Swizz Beatz[DMX]This is the darkest shit, sparkest shitHittin wit the hardest Shit, cuz before we started shitWit kidz I knew my friendz all turned against meSaid fuck it, bought me a dog ever since me and my dog has been like thisHe got my back I got his, schemin on mad niggazDats how we do bidzIt's about time to start another, robbin spreeCause yo, my way is highway, robbery, chumpWhen I was up North, Sing-Sing I was sendin niggaz home in a coffinLivin like a orphan, you bad nigga? I'll be back to see if you'll be still hereYou know my style I'll put yo fucking man, in a wheelchairHe'll never walk again, on the strength of meDats how I left him G, scared to death of meCannot run, hit wit the hot oneFrom the shotgun, cats was close, wondered how we got done[Eve]Yo yo, E-V-EMy dogz believe in mePetty thugz hide yo cake, never teasin meI show love to, all my bitches hustlin one'z, tussle wit thievesMakin moves, second to none, I locked it, uhMade a sudden move you got bitFlooded wit the double R, real street shitDa blond hair bandit, you got gunz, hand itTurn my face when I bust a cannonCuz I don't wear sunblockAsk Drag if the fire is hot shit pop shellz, fall three feet, roll over and stopWe warn niggaz that we coming then we hold up the blockscorn niggaz like their mothers then we wet up their socks red dye, escaping on the red eye ,sea shores then hide outbuy out bars till we see fallBelieve in this game, we beat y'all, you got money?Keep y'alls, for us be tearin tryin to hide, then our fireBeat y'alls[JadaKiss] And you can come see me if you tryin to make a gram tonightCause I can get it for you raw, gray, tan or whiteFuck rap yo, I'd rather be plannin a flightSomewhere hot on a wave runner, tanning wit dykesBlowin the haze, while all of em givin me brainsOne at a time, y'all start from the front of the lineeverybody wanna contact me and get wit mebut still end up being mad cuz i charge fiftyand as for you suka, you can keep those rapzand Screw your awardz, my son can't eat those plaquesI never was shit but some things i never forgetlike if you spend three your guaranteed to make back sixDrove the Benz off the lot and just dusted her offTints, rims, stashed, tick the governer offEven the cats that be hatin still be lovin the dogsCause they know that the double R's comin for warWha[Styles]If you ain't ready to die, then why should you live?Cuz when I start bustin the guns , you hidin the kidsAnd the Pieer's still ridin on clips, survivin wit bricksWe beefin on the 4th you got to die on the 5thLike I wasnt hustlin dope or robbin the blocksStarvin or not, carvin the cheek, palmin the glockI figure which nigga could I watch wit a watchI like to knock off my crack then I pull off a heistPut it together, double it twice,this shit is my life Catch me wit a 45, hot pair of NikesAnd three red dice, like, give me the bank or gimmie yo faceGimmie a shank It's Holiday ughthe hoopties in the front but the truckers a mile awayniggaz wanna ride tomorrow when they prolly die todaycause the P'll hollow the gunsHolla at sons if you feel a nigga holla backthen you swallow the ones[Sheek](uh, uh, uh)Y'all dem bust in them crowd niggaz and hit whoeverWhen you should aim for them niggaz that took yo leatherThey right there, but you scared that they gon bustCause they crazy, but them crazy niggaz bleed like usSee I'm one shot thru the heart like CupidY'all niggaz might be crazy, but y'all not stupidits 99 im killings you women and kidsfuck scar-face watch me, im more action to seethan dem motherfuckers that yall see on T.V.and fuck what you heard this how sheek get downcomes wit guns, shit im rhyming wit one on me nowyou never know what clown goin ta walk into the studiotalking shit and its gonna be more than the amster blowI pour gas on your skin and watch your shit detatchlit and book of matches now thats when you have met your matchand the worst thing for you is to have a gun when im thurstyill turn niggaz more holy man, than Eddie Murphyi got more bricks than that city do with jerseyYo i got call cops niggaz, I got autops niggaz, that'll bust you and slideAnd some ol 6-drop niggazRevolver Pop niggaz, easy Ox niggaz Get knocked, say we smoked detox niggazDrug program, hit the streetz we cop 56 mo gramzY'all niggaz ain't messin wit scrams And that's[Drag-On](come on, come on, come on,) Boy, whats the difference between fire and water?You whether drown or die off torture, cause yo skins of yaAnd watch ya burn off fat, dog I'm off the thermostatCould put a comb to my mouth and give yo bitch a perm wit thatKeep shellz in the envelopes cuz I'll mail out bulletsMore blood that a riot on a jailhouse footageBuck 40, buy the extra 20 wit the semi, when it hit youYou gon do a 360 pretty swiftlywhen i burn you to a crisp you ganna be cruncher than chipswit mah hand all up in da bag munchin on tha shitbit by bit clip by clip and every block by block is brick on brick I got knots on knotsCause I got things that'll pop yo topAnd double R spot yo block wit 16 shots and watch y'all dropAnd ain't nobody gettin up, (un)less they in the wheelchairSittin up or spittin up, either way I don't give a fuckmore