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Ruff Ryders

[Featuring Beanie Seagal InfraRed NuChild Drag On]

Shit this shit right here...is for the thugs in the street

Do y'all 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 ain't 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

[InfraRed?/NuChild?]

Now when you wake up

I'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 handsome

I 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 seen

I 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 don't even play that shit

I just spit and have the whole hood sayin' my shit

y'all got a bible? Well pray in that shit

While I smoke a scripture, reload, niggas come to rip ya

[InfraRed?/NuChild?]

Peep the illest shit that I ever wrote

Gun up in your mouth, hands around your throat

Choke nigga choke, I'm dope

Roll me up and smoke, on contact

Niggas 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 want to battle?"

"I could care less, send me hell I like to travel"

After waxin' him, I wax you

Smack you, clap you, and that's two

Niggas 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 yard

I thump hard

Make a nigga yell for crew quick

A 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 opium

You ethiopian

Willie niggas, we scoping 'em, and roping 'em

Do 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, that's the that I'm on

Its desparoto style, shooting at them side arm

I'm bomb, see I'm dope like heroin

And my guns got scopes, so they zero in

From 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 that's 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 y'all 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 you

If 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

'cause I like to feel assed out, so when they trap me I blast out

I'm quiet my gun gotta bad mouth

I wake up with the mad south

You know how many chinks and jews

Drag's done dragged out, on a cash route?

'cause when I walk in, stop the talking

I don't give a fuck if its a nigga with a walkman

I'ma put him in a coffin

Soon as I step in

I'm runnin' up on the nigga with the thick lens

I'm tryin to get the benz with the thick rims

Double are, soon half of us'll goto jail

The rest? The studio, 16 bars to post bail

Written by Smalls, Mel Jason / Dean, Kasseem / Green, Shandel / Grant, Dwight / Linen, Maysonne / Lynch, Wallace
Published by Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., EMI Music Publishing, WINDSWEPT HOLDINGS LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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