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    Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up shop
    Oh... no...
    That's how Ruff Ryders roll


    Niggaz wanna try, niggaz wanna lie
    Then niggaz wonder why, niggaz wanna die
    All I know is pain
    All I feel is rain
    How can I maintain, with mad shit on my brain?
    I resort to violence, my niggaz move in silence
    Like you don't know what are style is
    New York niggaz the wildest
    My niggaz is wit' it
    You want it?
    come and get it
    Took it, then we split it
    You fuckin' right, we did it
    What the fuck you gonna do, when we run up on you
    fuckin' wit' the wrong crew, don't know what we goin' thru
    I'ma have ta show niggaz how easliy we blow niggaz
    When you find out there's some more niggas, that's runnin with your niggaz
    Nothin' we can't handle, break it up and dismantle, light it up like a candle
    just cause i can't stand you
    Put my shit on tapes, like you bussin' grapes
    Think you holdin weight? Then you haven't met the Apes


    Is ya'll niggaz crazy?
    I'll buss you and be swazy
    Stop actin' like a baby, mind your business lady
    Nosy people get it too, when you see me spit at you
    you know I'm tryin' to get rid of you
    Yeah, I know it's pitiful
    That's how niggaz get down
    Watch my niggaz split round
    Make ya'll niggaz kiss ground, just for talkin' shit clown
    Oh you think it's funny, that you don't owe me money
    It's about to get ugly, fuck it dog I'm hungry
    I guess you know what that mean, come up off that green
    Five niggaz or a fiend, don't make it a murder scene
    Give a dog a bone, leave a dog alone
    let a dog roam, and he'll find his way home
    Home of the brave, my home is a cage
    and yo I'ma slave til' all about the papers
    I'ma pull paper, it's all about the papers
    Bitches talkin' paper then how they wanna rape us


    Look what you dun started,
    Asked for it, you got it
    had it, should have shot it
    Now your dearly departed
    get at me dog, did I rip shit?
    with this one here, I flip shit
    Niggaz know when I kick shit
    It's gonna be some slick shit
    What was that look for, when I walked in the door
    Oh you thought you was raw?
    boom! not anymore
    Cause now you on the floor, wishin' you never saw,
    me walk through that door, wit' that 4 4
    Now it's time for bed
    Two more to the head, got the floor red
    Yea that nigga's dead
    Another unsolved mystery, is goin' down in history
    Niggaz ain't never did shit to me
    Bitch ass niggaz can't get to me
    Gots to make the move, got a point to prove
    Gotta make 'em grove, got 'em all like ooh
    So the next time, you hear this nigga ryhme
    Try to keep your mind, on gettin pussy and prime



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