Intro
Intro]
RUFF RYDERS!! YOU KNOW!!
{*explosion*}
[DMX]
(Here we go again, baby)
Here we go again; fuckin right!
Dark Man X baby, dog
for life, for life, for life...
"When I say D, M; y'all
say X!"
"D, M!" (Crowd: X!)
"D, M!" (Crowd: X!)
"When I say D, M; y'all
say X!"
"D, M!" (Crowd: X!)
"D, M!" (Crowd: X!)
"When I say D, M; y'all
say X!"
"D, M!" (Crowd: X!)
"D, M!" (Crowd: X!)
"When I say D, M; y'all
say X!"
"D, M!" (Crowd: X!)
"D, M!" (Crowd: X!)
[DMX]
I don't fuck with what
you sayin 'cause your raps weak
I take the back streets
of New York, and run a track meet
To form life from a rap
sheet
See that be the flow
that's crushin 'em on the L
Jumpin on they fuckin
shit, bustin 'em 'til they swell
Then tell, your mother,
next time she see her son is never
And I be on yo' dick,
if my name was "No Pussy".. ever
Like "The Hulk," but
they can't fix me
"Doom, doom, doom, doom,
doom," and sly like Bill Bixby
This should be havin
niggaz in the emergency
Undergoing surgery, wanting
to murder me
When you go, you know
you heard of me
And yo' last thought
is what you did wasn't worth ya life
It's what yo' ass bought
Caught up in some shit,
and I had to let you feel this steel
They found his faggot
ass slumped over the steering wheel
You still feeling real?
Naw nigga you looking tired
Gone on to sleep baby,
'cause yo' shit is just expired
"When I say D, M; y'all
say X!"
"D, M!" (Crowd: X!)
"D, M!" (Crowd: X!)
"When I say D, M; y'all
say X!"
"D, M!" (Crowd: X!)
"D, M!" (Crowd: X!)
I Run Shit
[DMX]
Man are you for real?
you niggaz cant be fucking
serious
you not for real. you
gotta be playing
you better walk away
I run shit here, Y'all
just sit here
Do y'all niggaz know
what it took for me to get here
I'm gonna stay here,
earn my way here
You can fuck around if
you want but we don't play here
We get through that,
run right through that
That's how we do that,
y'all niggaz knew that
Two albums in one year
three albums in two
Didn't I just fucking
tell y'all niggaz that's how we do
You wasn't even fucking
listening when I just said
What I said, you get
that, what I just said
I run shit here fuck
y'all niggaz
Jail what I said I used
to duck y'all niggaz
Motherfucker I'm grown
and that's all to it
Y'all leave a child on
his own and I'm gonna do it
Fuck I done did it, shit
it
you ain't even half way
close to being with it forget it
[Chorus][DMX]
I run shit, I run shit
here
I run shit, I run shit
here
I run shit here, I run
shit
I run shit here, I run
shit
I run shit, I run shit
here
I run shit, I run shit
here
I run shit here, I run
shit
I run shit here, I run
shit
[DMX]
I run shit here, what's
my name
Getting' down for real
fuck my fame
Played too many games
and the games gone catch up with you
Fame niggaz make stretcha
catch up with you quicka
You that nigga oh for
real you that nigga
Let me show you how we
do that nigga
See, y'all cats are small
cats
And niggaz like us aren't
gonna believe that
We takin all that fall
back
Get down, lay down, sit
down
Stay down, head round.
Hey now
Does a nigga wanna get
a little off his mind
I'm a nigga that will
hit a nigga off his time
Go off his spine, brains
in the air
Flames to the hair cause
the game ain't fair
And i'll take it there
fuckin' with the right one baby
Got that, we tryin' to
light one baby
[Chorus]
(Big Stan)
I've done shit here my
guns spit here
Y'all might live here
but I run shit here
Blood sweats and tears
for years just to sit here
Think I'm about to let
you niggaz get here
Cowards are stupid if
you wanna see me prove it
Try and take my position
watch a quick a nigga lose it
Make you get all my shit
and have you fearing for your life
Every time you see me
roll up or ride up on a bike
Dressed in all black
with my pistol in your sight
But it will be my man
in all white that walks up with a knife
I'm a big boy baby I
don't play with you thin niggaz
Getting my hands dirty
when there's beef I send niggaz
[Chorus] |
We
In Here
[Swizz Beatz] + DMX
Game time... let's go...
WE IN HERE!
It's time to bring the
East Coast back baby!!
New York (the dog) WE
IN HERE!
We talkin' 'bout the
Swizz and the dog wasn't gonna terrorize y'all niggaz?
You can't be serious!
Ruff Ryders!
[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
We gon' get it, get it
started, get it started again
We gon' get it, get it
started, get it started again (We in here!)
We gon' get it, get it
stoppin', get it poppin' again
We gon' get it, get it
poppin', get it poppin' again (follow me now!)
{*scratching*} We..we..we..we..we..we..we..we..we..we..we..we..we..we..we
IN HERE!
[DMX]
Six number one albums,
imagine that
Cats is sick, 'cause
dog got his swagger back
If that shit go, naw
I ain't havin' that
But they don't want it,
I'ma still grab the bat
Think I give a fuck?
I'ma "get down," "go hard" type of nigga
"Bring it to the yard"
type nigga
Four, four, one, O, five,
fourteen thousand
Ten, ten haze the street
with the housin'
C-76, remember me bitch?
I'm that nigga that for
life, gon' be yo' enemy bitch
Fuck around, got my weight
up, weight up, brought up
Niggaz gettin' ate up,
straight up, what the fuck?
Come on vodto, this is
just not your day
So stop tryin' to be
macho, aight yo?
You don't wanna fight
yo, I get's my strap on
Put niggaz' lights out
{*clapping noise*} clap on!
[Chorus]
[DMX]
We don't bark no more,
we bite
Motherfucker from the
heart, we can get this war on tonight
Ain't nuttin but a thang
'cause the camp gets busy
Fuckin' wit' the 'Line?
It's a rizzy
Shit ain't the same,
cats done changed the game
Fuck it, all y'all niggaz
is lame, what's my motherfuckin' name?
(Come on) Twenty million
records sold
While y'all niggaz is
strugglin' to go gold!
Come on papi! Can't none
of y'all niggaz stop me
Yahmean? Y'all niggaz
is sloppy
What would the game be
without me? Nada!
Cats talk about a whole
lotta, Prada
Gucci and scota, Louie
Vuitton
Come on, what up with
what's really goin' on?
"What's hood?" Cats ain't
killin' nuttin but a few minutes
I'm about to bury a box
wit'chu in it
So if you got's the whip,
you better get on
'Cause if I pull up on,
it won't be for Grey Poupon
[Chorus]
[DMX]
Cats playin' games, so
I'm goin' raw
Run up in that fuckin'
building, kick down the door
Y'all don't want no fuckin'
problems wit' X
Y'all don't wanna see
them four-legged piece, wit' them collars on they necks
Wit' them niggaz downstairs
wit' the tech, you know the rest
Fuck it, blow it y'all
niggaz, bitch I take respect
Dog's shit hot, that's
why y'all cowards froze me quick
I pop up, catch niggaz
on some cozy shit
With Chinese slippers
and silk scarves on
Nigga out here tryin'
to get his bark on, wonder why the dog gone
I couldn't take it, deface
it, that nigga make shit
That's somethin' that'll
happen, nigga wanna brace it
And for the record, what
you gonna do to fill up my spot?
I ain't gon' front, that
"Pon De Replay" shit, was kinda hot
Not!! How you gonna jack
Will Smith for a beat?
That's like tryna jack
me for the streets! It ain't happenin'!
[Chorus]
[Swizz Beatz]
WE IN HERE!
WE IN HERE!
WE IN HERE!
WE IN HERE!WE IN HERE!
{*explosion*}
Come Thru (Move)
[Chorus: Swizz Beatz
- 2X]
When I Come thru Everything
gon' Stop
When I Come thru Everything
gon' Stop
When I Come thru Everything
gon' Stop
Now move.. move.. move..
move..
[DMX]
X comes thru the hood,
like here comes trouble
Year of the dog again,
first week double
Low in the rider, east
coast nigga
Fo' in the rider, street
loc nigga
Far for jiggie but like
biggie bitches call me big poppa
I got a big dick and
I'd a pop her
Yea the kid talk shit
but the kid don't front
How ever shit go "Give
'Em What They Want"
I ain't signing shit,
love my fans
But Cross this line with
the camera in your hands
Cause it could get real
ugly real thick
And you like this nigga
???? real quick
Motherfuckin' right,
I ain't got time for the small talk
One of us has got to
go down, we can't all walk
You know this as well
as I do
But I promise you, I'm
go hide you and no one will find you
[Chorus] (Swizz Beatz)
[Busta Rhymes]
Stop nigga, hold up,
you know I don't quit
You see I'm back and
I'm comin' to smash your shit
And ahhla back with the
god and bus-a-bus nigga
This time I'm Bringin'
the shovel so I can come and dig another grave
For all of you bustards
what the fuck you think you doin'
I'll put a stop to your
function and anybody movin'
And then I'll fuck up
production and any crew you flew in
You ain't with me, you
against me, The loser side you chosen
Anyway, word to ears,
you niggaz know I ain't finished
I'll Fuck up every hood,
and I'm back to handle my business
You niggaz thinking you
though like you ate a can of spinach
In till we mash on you
faggots and make you change up your image
Flip mode in this bitch,
Ruff Ryders is with me
You see we back on the
block and yes, we runnin' the city
Now you niggaz know the
flow less ain't controlin' the committee
Nothing' should be movin'
unless my crew in it, you fell me
[Chorus] (Swizz Beatz)
[DMX]
If there is money, I
want half
Niggaz is funny to watch,
go head laugh
Ain't nothing to smile
about
For real, all niggaz
is wildin' out
Niggaz who pound you
out
We found you out in distance
Leg missin', head missin'
Something like 28 ???
missin'
And you know how the
dessert do a nigga
Brake you down quick,
residue a nigga
Can't stop the flow,
Niggaz stop and go
When ever I drop, a million
out the door
Y'all niggaz know, X
got to be fucked with
Y'all run around on some
dumb shit with a slump dick
Fuck a bitch, you niggaz
know I don't mind scrapping
When I see you I see
you what ever happens, happens
This ain't just rappin',
niggaz talk a good one
You know what let that
go, see me in the hood son
[Chorus] (Swizz Beatz) |
