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<pre><font size='+2'>Ruff Ryders - BUG OUT lyrics</font><br>[Featuring Eve  Nokio (Dru Hill)] <br><br><br>[Eve: Verse 1] <br>Uh <br>Sick when she rock shit  stop when block shit <br>Never try to run when she pull back the cock shit <br>Stop  drop  shut 'em down open up shop shit <br>Got 'em goin' crazy  wonderin' when they could cop shit <br>First lady  Ruff Ryder  honey got the hot shit <br>Star bound  money now  for jet black drop shit <br>Eve guarantee  betcha' niggaz wanna pop this <br>Little kids be behind me screamin' out, &quot;Can you stop miss?!!&quot; <br>I know they daddy's fiendin', daydreamin' bout me topless <br>Real bitches listen while they ride around and knock my shit <br>Try not to move ya head, come on now, stop it <br>Hustle nigga betty take yours quicker than coke profit <br>'Cuz I can double it, and put <br>Bitch on bitch, brick on brick, stich on stich, who you fuckin wit? <br>Not me, can't a nigga or bitch stop me <br>You hatin' mothafuckas line up for your first copy <br><br>[Chorus] <br>[Nokio] <br>Y'all fuckin' with the right ones, UHH <br>Role it up and just lite some, UHH <br>Where my niggaz with the big guns? <br>And when you smoke that shit it's like, &quot;WHOA!!WHOA!!&quot; <br>[Eve] <br>Y'all fuckin' with the right ones, UHH <br>Role it up and just lite some, UHH <br>Where my niggaz that take ones? <br>'Cuz when we smoke that shit it's like &quot;WHOA!!WHOA!!&quot; <br><br>[Verse 2: Eve] <br>Uh, yo <br>Start the beef, hold up, ran when we roled up <br>Tough guy, wanna try ya luck? Betcha' fold up <br>Ask around partner, got this whole shit sewed up <br>Gotcha' cryin' like, &quot;Man I wanna blow up!!&quot; <br>Cowards make me sick, swere to god I wanna throw-up <br>Answer in a session with me? You better flow tough <br>Offended? Don't agree with what i'm sayin' nigga? So what? <br>Now I gotta teach you respect, you better slow up <br>Question, 'Can she really hold it down?' (sure enough) <br>Philly's where she from, but when she smoke, she like to go Dutch <br>You know what? Quick to take the next man shyne <br>Quick to make him start bitchin' make the next man whine <br>Fuckin babies!! Go ahead and lay down, it's nap-time <br>Same shit you spittin', heard it in your last rhyme <br>Ain't to much thatchu' could do, so that'chure skills could pass mine <br>Car eer fineto, here's some dough, go watch a peep show <br><br>[Chorus] <br>[Nokio] <br>Y'all fuckin' with the right ones, UHH <br>Role it up and just lite some, UHH <br>Where my niggaz with the big guns? <br>And when you smoke that shit it's like, &quot;WHOA!!WHOA!!&quot; <br>[Eve] <br>Y'all fuckin' with the right ones, UHH <br>Role it up and just lite some, UHH <br>Where my niggaz that take ones? <br>'Cuz when we smoke that shit it's like &quot;WHOA!!WHOA!!&quot; <br><br><br>[Verse 3: Eve] <br>What me to talk crazy, shit, my moms made me <br>And all ya'll niggas can do is *???spend a paybie???* <br>Ain't gonna never change, do anything for bricks <br>Call my celly to come get you while I pass you in your Range <br>Nigga ride ya shotgun in the car wit' your friends <br>And what the fuck you wanna do? But wanna blow out your brains? <br>Clown, I spot 'em from the time you buy me a drink <br>Instantly I get a vision of diamond studded links, and full ink minks <br>And little doggies dyed pink <br>'Cuz I know ya wanna spend your last, before you even think <br>If you know somethin', speak the shit, I can keep a secret <br>To me, the niggas with the most money, is the cheapest <br>Wanna give me money off the book? Daddy you can keep it <br>That's why they got the most sites, and in the most fights <br>And walk with big brolic niggas thats protectin' they life <br>If you know you pussy nigga, take off the ice <br><br>[Chorus] <br>[Nokio] <br>Y'all fuckin' with the right ones, UHH <br>Role it up and just lite some, UHH <br>Where my niggaz with the big guns? <br>And when you smoke that shit it's like, &quot;WHOA!!WHOA!!&quot; <br>[Eve] <br>Y'all fuckin' with the right ones, UHH <br>Role it up and just lite some, UHH <br>Where my niggaz that take ones? <br>'Cuz when we smoke that shit it's like &quot;WHOA!!WHOA!!&quot;<br><br><a href='http://www.burbler.com' target='_blank'>Burbler</a> | <a href="http://www.burbler.com/ruff-ryders-bug-out-lyrics.html" target='_blank'>Ruff Ryders - BUG OUT lyrics</a></pre>

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[Featuring DMX]

[DMX]

Ughhh

Aieyo (ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!)

These niggaz is crazy baby

They can't fuck wit da dog (ya know)

Yo Swizz

Swizz (my nigga)

Swizz Swizz Swizz

Anotha one? (Swizz)

Anotha one? (Anotha one?)

Are we being greedy??? (Uh Swizz Swizz)

Or what???

I don't think so

Uh

Come on baby

Like you don't know

Da streets is (uh)

To Bad

They'll find yo body

But in pieces (uh)

'cause the beast is

On some real cruddy shit

About to split yo wig wit some bloody shit

I ain't droppin' nutitn but dat ugly shit (come on)

Bite yo head like i tried yo man

'cause what you sayin is nuttin(uh huh)

Must really think I'm playin

But i'll be layin

While you bluffin

Look out !!!

Dey don't let dat crook out

I took out

Enough of yo family

To have a fuckin cook out (uh)

For one time we get togetha (uh)

Is it when everyone get hit togetha

Or when I'm in da tent just before they hit da leather

Ima say it so i know how much strength is left

And curse all who will breathe in da stench of death (uh huh)

Though after the sixth day I'm buried

I will rise

And bomb da fluid in my veins and blood in my eyes (uh, uh)

And them guys that was laughin

don't even smile anymore

How many 4 pound rounds can yo ass indulge?

20 more of that raw strip to da flesh (what?!)

1000 pounds of pressure

Shit that rip through the vest and pull yo chest open

So what da Ruff Ryder possed to do?

When you frontin

Give you niggaz what you wantin

Mufucka...

NUTIN!!

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