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
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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!!!
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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? !
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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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