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JOELL ORTIZ lyrics - House Slippers

House Slippers

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One two one two Turn this thing up a lil' bit, yeah For those who been wonderin what's goin on with Joell Ortiz It's a lot man, a lot Feels like I finally found my (House Slippers) My mind was goin, I stood around niggaz Wearin this poker face like I'm holdin aces That so wasn't the case, this business is such a business, don't take it personal It's more than these beats and lettin verses go Don't end up locked in and whylin Like a deaf person buyin a Roley better watch what you signin Freedom is overrated until they take it When it's gone feel like nothin can replace it Shakin the hand that's feedin you but you hate it Disappointed in meetings cause of your weight, just imagine this man with your career in his hands Givin a fuck about your fans; he just lookin at that black and white Seein you ain't sell too well You tryin to tell him that you was on an indie that wasn't actin right He don't care, them numbers fucked up his appetite Your past just fucked you twice like a hermaphrodite You watchin niggaz win who ain't half as nice Faced with the choice of givin in or hit the pad and write But see, the fans can't know So you leakin freestyles and you nailed that flow Kids leavin out of venues like, "He killed that show!" Screamin YAOWA everywhere but you ain't on that though Your loved ones sick all in the mist of this Watchin moms shoot insulin is ridiculous Your son got a mask on, his asthma bad His older brother actin up cause he don't have his dad The grind took forever but it happened fast Listen close y'all, it happened fast Red-Eye flights out to Cali, sign to Aftermath Come back and sign to Koch, you and Allen laugh You drop a album over here, left the label over there Finally let it go y'all, the past's the past Sorry for the delay on your order But even in my off time I ran around the world with the Slaughter My alter, ego is a quarter of the best rap group but I'm back to bein me, yeah the Puerto Rican, niggaz standin on the corner with that work for the fiends who wanna hear him more maturer Story from a project nigga, a New Yorker Gettin money with the I'll-still-fuck-a-nigga-up-quick aura Man, this ain't for radio play This for the Radio Raheems who let their radio play For the heads on the neck clickin, lookin for the best writtens Turnin to their man like, "You hear what he say?" Y'all niggaz tryna recreate back in the days I'm just tryin to rap my ass off Hopin maybe I'll impress a few niggaz from back in the day Because I'm finishin these new niggaz that's rappin today You turn this up, but not too loud niggaz Feels like I finally found my (House Slippers) ["House Slippers" echoes and fades out]

Keep Talkin'

JUVENILE "Reality Check"
[Chorus: Skip - 2X] Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth (POW!) Smack the taste right up out of your mouth (POW!) "I wa-, I wa-" That's what I'm talkin' about (POW!) Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth (POW!) [Skip] Since I hit the TV now I'm a hot topic But that don't mean Skipper won't pop it Ain't that that dude with the H2 and the nice wallet? And I got four words - stay off my dick You wanna make it to where Skip ain't got shit So you could ride around town and spread your gossip Make up stories like "U.T.P. done dropped Skip" "Juve' used the man, paid him and then got rich" C'mon stop it, you're makin' it up Damn, how much hate is enough, boy you faker than fuck "I just saw Skip blazin' it up With a dime piece, smilin', gettin' head in the truck Look, right now he headed for us" (Look!) "You lyin' motherfucker, dude he right behind 'em, you a busta" Cause that's your old lady he with Them hoes is for everbody, stop savin' a bitch [Chorus - 2X] [Redd Eyezz] Open my eyes when the sun rise, blazin' First nigga on the strip, even if my block's hotter than Cajun I cop them Haitan, Jamaicans, Cubans and Yanks Program with every race, now I cuts my own steak Known to take G trips to a town like Wimbleton Get a bust' down spot and be servin' like Wimbledon Black John McEnroe, my rap flows are clapped (uh-hu) Supposed to be hot as Tabasco, look at them assholes now Homie, when I'm seen there's a crowd With head bustas off the streets talkin' loud, ready to wild Get respect for a few things Deranged, the chopper spit And the first off the block to cop a new Range Life is fast, I get cash and write about it At night it ain't safe in the South, we bout it bout it Doubt it and get bodied 'cause the shotty will lift - your big muscleman bodyguard off his shit [Chorus - 2X] [Juvenile] Who lil' daddy with the fitted cap turned back? Know some of these niggaz got respect, he tryin' to earn that Hopefully one of these niggaz with yayo will see that And put him in the right position he tryin' to be at They talkin' in the wind but they no better than the play though They could make a carton or a t-shirt in a day though I ain't tryin' to flex my power bitch but I got say so And I could make a million; American, yen or peso They say I got a attitude, that's not the issue at all Don't get involved when I'm doin' what I have to do I'm suttle now but I could turn into an animal Blow it out of proportion and I ain't understandin' you Not in it for the short, I want the long term Fuck the government, I'ma take care of my own children You gon' have to zip your lip up, before a nigga flip up I don't think they understandin' me, holler at 'em Skipper [Chorus - 4.5X]

Gang Bangin Ass Criminal

Daz Dillinger "Retaliation Revenge And Get Back"
[Daz Dillinger] Yeah, Daz Dillinger I'm gonna take you into some gangsta shit What y'all niggas don't even know about And now you ?feels? to know about, what we call Gangsta Rap But this is for the niggas who was down from day one Love to hear, love to hear you motherfuckers I advise all you ghetto livin', struggling from day to day, tryin' to flip a figure dollar devil up inside a bag of weed, a fresh pair of khakis and take a bitch to the groovy ass niggas To get your money man, get paid These motherfuckers are cut off welfare How are we go eat if we don't cheat These (?) bitch to me made the game out of young black niggas lives Striking us out from left to right With no motherfucking one in sight Fuck that!! Sell your dope Get your jack on, get your sack on, put your rag on and get your motherfucking thang on, niggas Cause it's on God dammit it's on Now what the hell you bout to go youngster [The Gang (Tray Deee, Ty Cuzz, Bad A$$, Technique)] Go ride nigga Bout to go get the homies nigga, right now [Daz] Oh yeah motherfucker it's on [The Gang] Ay come on Bad A$$ let's do it nigga, it's on now nigga Ay ay nigga What's up nigga (What's up) Ay nigga Nigga the homie called, the big shot today nigga (Word) Nigga you were ment to meet him today nigga (Man I take my baby inside today man) What's up Nigga Nigga, Ay, We can't realy talk right now tough nigga (Alright) But uh, it's going down later on 9-30 nigga The big man hoe nigga Be there nigga Yeah [Bad A$$ ]What's up Daz Dillinger [Daz] Shit, Bad A$$, tryin' to keep it realer than real, man Least half these punk ass.... motherfucking niggas around here bullshittin' The big spot nigga, ain't clockin' no dollar. [BA] Man I'm trying to have Man I ain't trying to go for shit [DD] Man you know my glock is hot (Eastside) Verse One: [Kurupt Tha Kingpin] I'm coming through your zone late night, shit Dogg Pound Gangsta to flame the light shit Cause I hold on, I'm 20 feet tall The biggest walkin' bill fuck around to get killed Get shoot Don't try to sneak a peak in my book (?Home at hose?) , overdose the thoughts when he look The forbidden The hittin' zone that I'm hitting Don't play with my intelligence nigga as the heat (?slittin'?) (?) So I only got two choices; loc me the blasin' bomb Vietnam I bring the pain rains no (?) Execution style is the shells from the heat veal Down to the ground like the rest of the dummies Just what the fuck you thinkin' try to play with my money It's nothing but the Dogg Pound Gangstas Mashes, verbal disasters, 38 stashes Verse Two: [Tray Deee] I arise in disguise to surprise that ass What you thought you caught me short I might ride to blast With the canna We let the shit all up in your nuts When niggas droppin', they stop with the plan they plots Got to stop for my gate With (?) of break Marked niggas caught in, they try to win and get sprayed Rip the gates Go flip the page to chapter three First groove, they fools can't come after me I mash to free, styles of catastrophe Ask for G A nigga best to answer me My rip long as the beach that I represent Dead nigga with my stare not to step to this Verse Three: [Daz Dillinger] Now o yeah Tray Deee I mean I see the whole plot Be on alert, niggas shot Anywhere under that nigga caught So drop the microphone on my own I shown to blown Away for these MC's with the sludge of a chrome I take the fang Down on my own lyrical name When the sees are changed , when the storms and hurricanes Wide strand Spittin' rhymes, the beats so precise (?) skatin' on mics like ice Twice in the day I get drunk, (?) of plastic bags Sack in the truck because the rhyme as claim I shit buck like the doctor Coming through Bouncin' with the droptop Like gangstas chillin on the block Nah, we ain't worry for shit Got escape doors like Capone Whit chick your dick on my clip Forty-fives and nives Three-eighties and automatics Sniveling, coming through for you when your boys with some stats I got to have eleven to thrill of the drama Enthusing me to gets my norm with the slaughter Ought to be known as Daz Dillinger For the shit that I known for A Dogg Pound criminal Verse Four: [Soopafly] Now if the spot's hot I hit the switch make the topdrop Don't stop It's Soopafly with the sho shot Won't stop I got ya whole shit to Look and listen I rendition the rhymes with precision You can't face Amaze me a place like a saddle It's Dogg Pound Ganstas (?) like a shadow I never met a motherfucker who can make you stick I never met a motherfucker who can feel my clique You serve, you'll make the twitch like a nerve You'll try to step to my wild style seperve Adjective the verve Action pack with the words I'll make it stop The jaws drop and observe I sold the block for Crook, Daz, Style and Tray Deee We be coming with the shit That be the bomb baby And ain't a Dogg Pound Gangsta will knock you to the flow Either you stupid as fuck or just don't know Verse Five: [Bad A$$] Now I know you, know you, stupid as fuck Cock, bust like a sawed off punk, double barrel on 'em Black gambinos at casinos Get De Niro on 'em If I want 'em I go get 'em If I gotta shot a nine Twice, that's what I rhyme like My clip ain't empty Do try to test the ridah Nativity simply Bust, I lead inside ya Find ya Fear them, frightened for your life With your last few Live with hot live from gunblast Outlaws, outcast Low life, south last Long Beach niggas blast Yeah the b-side is right The most, the coast The west, the best We damn bitches Sippin', hittin' switches Dippin' hittin' robbin' niggas Itchy fingers on triggers Itty, bitty niggas Ready for war We kick down your door Draw eatin' Lay everybody down on the floor Verse Six: [Technique] The same thing, different place With snakes, cowards and strong grown Robbery cases, niggas faces On paperchase It was seen, it was written It ain't forbidden For homies to be splittin' Disagree, no one was hitten Known with the curls The many obstacles Impressions to the feet from gettin' served Growing up is rough Your name Here's the streets it gets tough You can (?) and (?) Then I guess you had enough Over (?) It ain't coincidental that I be distorted And my manual Minds Is for seein', so I watch Bodies and plots Win the plots Call the shots for your nuts Nigga grips That's why I (?) my dippin' progress Cause why is all we tryin' to defeat the progress I just ain't the one mystic to hit Young Jonesy sees Who I got a mission to hit And constantly flips scripts Outta wall with balls fast talkin' And quick draws How the problem is solved I want it all (I want it all) But it's movin' to slow I'm out to blow I don't know which way to go, was on the right path I thought Without doin' a dirty word about getting caught ( getting caught echoes)

In California

Daz Dillinger "Retaliation Revenge And Get Back"
[Featuring Tray Deee Ty Cuzz Bad A$$ Technique Soopafly Kurupt] [Daz Dillinger] Yeah Daz Dillinger I'm gonna take you into some gangsta shit What y'all niggas don't even know about And now you ?feels? to know about what we call Gangsta Rap But this is for the niggas who was down from day one Love to hear love to hear you motherfuckers I advise all you ghetto livin', struggling from day to day, tryin' to flip a figure dollar devil up inside a bag of weed, a fresh pair of khakis and take a bitch to the groovy ass niggas To get your money man, get paid These motherfuckers are cut off welfare How are we go eat if we don't cheat These (?) bitch to me made the game out of young black niggas lives Striking us out from left to right With no motherfucking one in sight Fuck that!! Sell your dope Get your jack on, get your sack on, put your rag on and get your motherfucking thang on, niggas Cause it's on God dammit it's on Now what the hell you bout to go youngster [The Gang (Tray Deee, Ty Cuzz, Bad A$$, Technique)] Go ride nigga Bout to go get the homies nigga, right now [Daz] Oh yeah motherfucker it's on [The Gang] Ay come on Bad A$$ let's do it nigga, it's on now nigga Ay ay nigga What's up nigga (What's up) Ay nigga Nigga the homie called, the big shot today nigga (Word) Nigga you were ment to meet him today nigga (Man I take my baby inside today man) What's up Nigga Nigga, Ay, We can't realy talk right now tough nigga (Alright) But uh, it's going down later on 9-30 nigga The big man hoe nigga Be there nigga Yeah [Bad A$$ ]What's up Daz Dillinger [Daz] Shit, Bad A$$, tryin' to keep it realer than real, man Least half these punk ass.... motherfucking niggas around here bullshittin' The big spot nigga, ain't clockin' no dollar. [BA] Man I'm trying to have Man I ain't trying to go for shit [DD] Man you know my glock is hot (Eastside) Verse One: [Kurupt Tha Kingpin] I'm coming through your zone late night, shit Dogg Pound Gangsta to flame the light shit Cause I hold on, I'm 20 feet tall The biggest walkin' bill fuck around to get killed Get shoot Don't try to sneak a peak in my book (?Home at hose?) , overdose the thoughts when he look The forbidden The hittin' zone that I'm hitting Don't play with my intelligence nigga as the heat (?slittin'?) (?) So I only got two choices; loc me the blasin' bomb Vietnam I bring the pain rains no (?) Execution style is the shells from the heat veal Down to the ground like the rest of the dummies Just what the fuck you thinkin' try to play with my money It's nothing but the Dogg Pound Gangstas Mashes, verbal disasters, 38 stashes Verse Two: [Tray Deee] I arise in disguise to surprise that ass What you thought you caught me short I might ride to blast With the canna We let the shit all up in your nuts When niggas droppin', they stop with the plan they plots Got to stop for my gate With (?) of break Marked niggas caught in, they try to win and get sprayed Rip the gates Go flip the page to chapter three First groove, they fools can't come after me I mash to free, styles of catastrophe Ask for G A nigga best to answer me My rip long as the beach that I represent Dead nigga with my stare not to step to this Verse Three: [Daz Dillinger] Now o yeah Tray Deee I mean I see the whole plot Be on alert, niggas shot Anywhere under that nigga caught So drop the microphone on my own I shown to blown Away for these MC's with the sludge of a chrome I take the fang Down on my own lyrical name When the sees are changed , when the storms and hurricanes Wide strand Spittin' rhymes, the beats so precise (?) skatin' on mics like ice Twice in the day I get drunk, (?) of plastic bags Sack in the truck because the rhyme as claim I shit buck like the doctor Coming through Bouncin' with the droptop Like gangstas chillin on the block Nah, we ain't worry for shit Got escape doors like Capone Whit chick your dick on my clip Forty-fives and nives Three-eighties and automatics Sniveling, coming through for you when your boys with some stats I got to have eleven to thrill of the drama Enthusing me to gets my norm with the slaughter Ought to be known as Daz Dillinger For the shit that I known for A Dogg Pound criminal Verse Four: [Soopafly] Now if the spot's hot I hit the switch make the topdrop Don't stop It's Soopafly with the sho shot Won't stop I got ya whole shit to Look and listen I rendition the rhymes with precision You can't face Amaze me a place like a saddle It's Dogg Pound Ganstas (?) like a shadow I never met a motherfucker who can make you stick I never met a motherfucker who can feel my clique You serve, you'll make the twitch like a nerve You'll try to step to my wild style seperve Adjective the verve Action pack with the words I'll make it stop The jaws drop and observe I sold the block for Crook, Daz, Style and Tray Deee We be coming with the shit That be the bomb baby And ain't a Dogg Pound Gangsta will knock you to the flow Either you stupid as fuck or just don't know Verse Five: [Bad A$$] Now I know you, know you, stupid as fuck Cock, bust like a sawed off punk, double barrel on 'em Black gambinos at casinos Get De Niro on 'em If I want 'em I go get 'em If I gotta shot a nine Twice, that's what I rhyme like My clip ain't empty Do try to test the ridah Nativity simply Bust, I lead inside ya Find ya Fear them, frightened for your life With your last few Live with hot live from gunblast Outlaws, outcast Low life, south last Long Beach niggas blast Yeah the b-side is right The most, the coast The west, the best We damn bitches Sippin', hittin' switches Dippin' hittin' robbin' niggas Itchy fingers on triggers Itty, bitty niggas Ready for war We kick down your door Draw eatin' Lay everybody down on the floor Verse Six: [Technique] The same thing, different place With snakes, cowards and strong grown Robbery cases, niggas faces On paperchase It was seen, it was written It ain't forbidden For homies to be splittin' Disagree, no one was hitten Known with the curls The many obstacles Impressions to the feet from gettin' served Growing up is rough Your name Here's the streets it gets tough You can (?) and (?) Then I guess you had enough Over (?) It ain't coincidental that I be distorted And my manual Minds Is for seein', so I watch Bodies and plots Win the plots Call the shots for your nuts Nigga grips That's why I (?) my dippin' progress Cause why is all we tryin' to defeat the progress I just ain't the one mystic to hit Young Jonesy sees Who I got a mission to hit And constantly flips scripts Outta wall with balls fast talkin' And quick draws How the problem is solved I want it all (I want it all) But it's movin' to slow I'm out to blow I don't know which way to go, was on the right path I thought Without doin' a dirty word about getting caught ( getting caught echoes)

Baby Mama Drama

Daz Dillinger "Retaliation Revenge And Get Back"
[Featuring Tray Deee Ty Cuzz Bad A$$ Technique Soopafly Kurupt] [Daz Dillinger] Yeah Daz Dillinger I'm gonna take you into some gangsta shit What y'all niggas don't even know about And now you ?feels? to know about what we call Gangsta Rap But this is for the niggas who was down from day one Love to hear love to hear you motherfuckers I advise all you ghetto livin', struggling from day to day, tryin' to flip a figure dollar devil up inside a bag of weed, a fresh pair of khakis and take a bitch to the groovy ass niggas To get your money man, get paid These motherfuckers are cut off welfare How are we go eat if we don't cheat These (?) bitch to me made the game out of young black niggas lives Striking us out from left to right With no motherfucking one in sight Fuck that!! Sell your dope Get your jack on, get your sack on, put your rag on and get your motherfucking thang on, niggas Cause it's on God dammit it's on Now what the hell you bout to go youngster [The Gang (Tray Deee, Ty Cuzz, Bad A$$, Technique)] Go ride nigga Bout to go get the homies nigga, right now [Daz] Oh yeah motherfucker it's on [The Gang] Ay come on Bad A$$ let's do it nigga, it's on now nigga Ay ay nigga What's up nigga (What's up) Ay nigga Nigga the homie called, the big shot today nigga (Word) Nigga you were ment to meet him today nigga (Man I take my baby inside today man) What's up Nigga Nigga, Ay, We can't realy talk right now tough nigga (Alright) But uh, it's going down later on 9-30 nigga The big man hoe nigga Be there nigga Yeah [Bad A$$ ]What's up Daz Dillinger [Daz] Shit, Bad A$$, tryin' to keep it realer than real, man Least half these punk ass.... motherfucking niggas around here bullshittin' The big spot nigga, ain't clockin' no dollar. [BA] Man I'm trying to have Man I ain't trying to go for shit [DD] Man you know my glock is hot (Eastside) Verse One: [Kurupt Tha Kingpin] I'm coming through your zone late night, shit Dogg Pound Gangsta to flame the light shit Cause I hold on, I'm 20 feet tall The biggest walkin' bill fuck around to get killed Get shoot Don't try to sneak a peak in my book (?Home at hose?) , overdose the thoughts when he look The forbidden The hittin' zone that I'm hitting Don't play with my intelligence nigga as the heat (?slittin'?) (?) So I only got two choices; loc me the blasin' bomb Vietnam I bring the pain rains no (?) Execution style is the shells from the heat veal Down to the ground like the rest of the dummies Just what the fuck you thinkin' try to play with my money It's nothing but the Dogg Pound Gangstas Mashes, verbal disasters, 38 stashes Verse Two: [Tray Deee] I arise in disguise to surprise that ass What you thought you caught me short I might ride to blast With the canna We let the shit all up in your nuts When niggas droppin', they stop with the plan they plots Got to stop for my gate With (?) of break Marked niggas caught in, they try to win and get sprayed Rip the gates Go flip the page to chapter three First groove, they fools can't come after me I mash to free, styles of catastrophe Ask for G A nigga best to answer me My rip long as the beach that I represent Dead nigga with my stare not to step to this Verse Three: [Daz Dillinger] Now o yeah Tray Deee I mean I see the whole plot Be on alert, niggas shot Anywhere under that nigga caught So drop the microphone on my own I shown to blown Away for these MC's with the sludge of a chrome I take the fang Down on my own lyrical name When the sees are changed , when the storms and hurricanes Wide strand Spittin' rhymes, the beats so precise (?) skatin' on mics like ice Twice in the day I get drunk, (?) of plastic bags Sack in the truck because the rhyme as claim I shit buck like the doctor Coming through Bouncin' with the droptop Like gangstas chillin on the block Nah, we ain't worry for shit Got escape doors like Capone Whit chick your dick on my clip Forty-fives and nives Three-eighties and automatics Sniveling, coming through for you when your boys with some stats I got to have eleven to thrill of the drama Enthusing me to gets my norm with the slaughter Ought to be known as Daz Dillinger For the shit that I known for A Dogg Pound criminal Verse Four: [Soopafly] Now if the spot's hot I hit the switch make the topdrop Don't stop It's Soopafly with the sho shot Won't stop I got ya whole shit to Look and listen I rendition the rhymes with precision You can't face Amaze me a place like a saddle It's Dogg Pound Ganstas (?) like a shadow I never met a motherfucker who can make you stick I never met a motherfucker who can feel my clique You serve, you'll make the twitch like a nerve You'll try to step to my wild style seperve Adjective the verve Action pack with the words I'll make it stop The jaws drop and observe I sold the block for Crook, Daz, Style and Tray Deee We be coming with the shit That be the bomb baby And ain't a Dogg Pound Gangsta will knock you to the flow Either you stupid as fuck or just don't know Verse Five: [Bad A$$] Now I know you, know you, stupid as fuck Cock, bust like a sawed off punk, double barrel on 'em Black gambinos at casinos Get De Niro on 'em If I want 'em I go get 'em If I gotta shot a nine Twice, that's what I rhyme like My clip ain't empty Do try to test the ridah Nativity simply Bust, I lead inside ya Find ya Fear them, frightened for your life With your last few Live with hot live from gunblast Outlaws, outcast Low life, south last Long Beach niggas blast Yeah the b-side is right The most, the coast The west, the best We damn bitches Sippin', hittin' switches Dippin' hittin' robbin' niggas Itchy fingers on triggers Itty, bitty niggas Ready for war We kick down your door Draw eatin' Lay everybody down on the floor Verse Six: [Technique] The same thing, different place With snakes, cowards and strong grown Robbery cases, niggas faces On paperchase It was seen, it was written It ain't forbidden For homies to be splittin' Disagree, no one was hitten Known with the curls The many obstacles Impressions to the feet from gettin' served Growing up is rough Your name Here's the streets it gets tough You can (?) and (?) Then I guess you had enough Over (?) It ain't coincidental that I be distorted And my manual Minds Is for seein', so I watch Bodies and plots Win the plots Call the shots for your nuts Nigga grips That's why I (?) my dippin' progress Cause why is all we tryin' to defeat the progress I just ain't the one mystic to hit Young Jonesy sees Who I got a mission to hit And constantly flips scripts Outta wall with balls fast talkin' And quick draws How the problem is solved I want it all (I want it all) But it's movin' to slow I'm out to blow I don't know which way to go, was on the right path I thought Without doin' a dirty word about getting caught ( getting caught echoes)

Ruff Ryder's Anthem (Remix)

DJ Clue "The Professional"
This thing right here.. (yeah yeah) is for my peoples in the streets.. (ha hah) Swizz Beats (uh-huh) And this thing right here.. (Ruff Ryders) will get your ass off your feet (Remix! .. c'mon) [Drag-On] They call me Drag-On, when it's time to bomb I burn em all, til 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! Chorus: DMX (repeat 2X) My dogs gon' STOP, your dogs gon' DROP And then we gon' SHUT EM DOWN, OPEN UP SHOP First we had em like OHHH, now they like NOOO What baby?!! THAT'S HOW RUFF RYDERS ROLL [Jadakiss] 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 modelin bitch And you like your watch plain, I'ma flood mine Alligator bloodline trained to find coke and bite one time [Styles] Y'all niggaz ain't hearin me out, til I pop up appear in your house, clearin it out, holiday style 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 [Eve] 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, car-a-mel, 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 shy-er, 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? (UHH, UHH) Mind your business nigga Chorus [DJ Clue * talking over chorus *] Yeah!! DJ Clue! The Professional! Part One C'mon! Mad shout out, Donnie Brascoe Big Skate, Duro.. CLUE! [DMX] Uhh, uhh, uhh.. 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 penitentiary cells 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 (Grrrrrr) A dog is a dog for life!

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