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Ruff Ryders Anthem
Lyricist:Kasseem Dean, Earl Simmons
This thing right here Is for my peoples in the streets Swizz Beats And this thing right here Will get your ass off your feet
They call me Drag-On, when it's time to bomb I burn 'em all till they all say, 'Turn 'em off' 'Cause these chips, I'ma run 'em all Chickenheads, know I be the Colonel 'Cause I burn eternal, mixed wit the inferno So be careful, 'fore I burn you You better learn dude, yeah, I heard you but I'ma hurt you But you don't know? My versatile, is a virtue Ruff Ryders be the team, which means a lot cream, lot of schemes Lot of beams to make your stock drop, right on the seams
Nigga here is too hot and too much for you to touch Better tell your man 'cause I'm too tough indubitably, too dust Do you bust? 'Cause we do you need to ask the people, but quietly But they don't believe until they leave violently Is you buying this? 'Cause niggaz that purchased is under the dirt, kid They call me Drag-On, I'm the youngest but get bonkers Collabo' wit my dogs from Yonkers But this Bronx Bomber's spittin' flame So you better wear your armor, flame on!
My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop First we had 'em like, ohh, now they like no What baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll
My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop First we had 'em like, ohh, now they like no What baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll
When I pop up, I lock shop up, pull the drop up Park a block up, hit the alarm, put the top up Stash the 'dro in my sock then pull my sock up And keep the burner but if it's hot put my glock up You know what I'm about, slidin' off get my cock sucked Or writin' rhymes watching Scarface in the hot tub Whatchu wanna bet, when I pull it out If you don't shout that every bullet'll go in and out Who you know besides 'Kiss take the piss in the bottle of Crist' And then give it to a modellin' bitch And you like your watch plain, I'ma flood mine Alligator bloodline trained to find coke and bite one time
Y'all niggaz ain't hearin' me out, till I pop up Appear in your house, clearin' it out, holiday style Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Everybody actin' violent and wild Snatch the wife silence the child, that's how we move Kill me, my man kill you, that's how you lose I Ruff Ryde, I don't like to slide felt that I slipped Then the gun's only helpin' the clip And the clip's only helpin' my hand And like who the fuck is helpin' your man? When I cock back and hop out the van Double R, get a job, play the shit in the car Hit a party, start a fight at the bar, and snatch your R Sell your shit for some coke and get the fuck out of Dodge
Guess you figured that my niggaz, flippers, pullin' triggers News team crowd around, tryin' to flick a picture Get witcha, this bitch from Illadelph marches quicker Nigga not makin' sense better stay up off the liquor Blonde bombshell, caramel, heavy spender Groups be sayin' I'm they sister, hush ya mouth 'fore I hit ya Stickin' in wiseguys, fake thugs, and bullshitters Take you for a ride, cover up your eye, then I get ya Used to be shyer, now I'ma Ruff Ryder Big niggaz play me close, when they used to ride by her Snatchin' up your figures, frontin', know you dig us Haters, screamin', 'Who that bitch?' Mind your business, nigga
My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop First we had 'em like, ohh, now they like no What baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll
My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop First we had 'em like, ohh, now they like no What baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll
The X is gonna hit y'all niggaz hard, leave y'all niggaz scarred Fuckin' with the Dog when you fuckin' with the God Rip y'all niggaz off, faggot niggaz soft Remember me from up North, I had you scared to cough My name is ringin' bells, in a penitentiary cell I'm making thugs rebel, ain't hard to tell You never really wanted it, so the mic you jumped in front of it Outta sixteen shots I'ma hit, which one of you niggaz am I gonna get Thought you knew what I was gonna spit, this time with this rhyme But by the end of it, y'all niggaz is gon' be like, 'Yo X ripped it!' Did my thing as usual it's never gon' stop Them cats can't be for real, I got this shit locked! Is that a game or a joke? Say the name or get smoked Simple as that, simple as black to the throat Hit 'em all up to the coat, now you losin' your life A dog is a dog for life!
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