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    Yeah you know how we do it, Funk Flex, Big Kap, Def Jam
    The Tunnel, Ruff Ryders, Let's go baby

    Ruff Ryders (We in here!)
    Ruff Ryders (We stayin here!)
    Ruff Ryders (Ain't goin nowhere,
    Ain't hidin nowhere, ain't runnin nowhere)

    Ya'll laughin, when we comin, we checkin the cabinets
    Body parts we baggin, we ain't comin for the crack
    We come to crack backs and ? over niggaz hair dew
    Spit rays, pop off C's and graze niggaz fades
    I creep in a Mustang, bust my heat in the rain
    Till they get a rust stain
    Y'all niggaz heard of me, probably wanna murder me
    I'll pull up on ya block and turn your white teeth burgundy
    Let's see some surgery


    Watch the first lady as she rides
    Rougher than the rest of them bitches
    What it take for cats to hush they mouth
    This one official
    Come on clown prove it's still an issue
    Streets is ours, have ya homies weepin cause they miss you
    Thought it was a game when I said the dogs would get you
    Heard you fucked up cause E-V-E bit you
    Flex knows what the real is
    That's why he deal wit
    Ruff Ryders baby droppin bombs nigga feel this

    Ruff Ryders (We in here!)
    Ruff Ryders (We stayin here!)
    Ruff Ryders (Ain't goin nowhere,
    Ain't hidin nowhere, ain't runnin nowhere)

    Why ya'll braggin, I'm over here choppin and baggin
    And I don't want the drop coupe so I'm choppin the wagon
    Dark navy blue six speed, six air-bags
    Even if this shit crash, feel like Six Flags
    And ya'll niggaz cant block my shells
    When I'm in jail the C.O. don't lock my cell
    Before any rap group, we was the L.O.X. crooks
    I'll slap a hundred dollars on the whole blocks books
    And know the block shook, when I walk by
    Niggaz just like you they rather not look
    I inspired y'all niggaz to flow
    I'ma always get money so I admire ya'll niggas that blow
    Ask ya self who the nicest out right now
    Put your ice up lets get on the mic right now
    Clown, I'm the top cat where it stops at
    Where lightning and thunder at
    And y'all niggaz is under that

    If you runnin with the P. you gonna get your turn
    Tuck my gun while its hot to feel my dick hair burn
    Might come through the spot where the shottie and what
    Body to block and hot wanna the Bacardi wit rocks
    I aint never drive a bike but I ride on the back
    Rob wit a gat, shit I still ride wit my craps
    If you wanna go to war we can tally it up
    Escalate and venally it up, what?

    Ruff Ryders (We in here!)
    Ruff Ryders (We stayin here!)
    Ruff Ryders (Ain't goin no where,
    Ain't hidin no where, ain't runnin no where)

    If you like Sheek, you hold heat and no one know
    Bust yo' gun and leave the body where no one go
    I pack some shit for any type of situation
    Only time I don't pack heat is on vacation
    And that's the blow dryer next to the Playstation
    I'm big but I use shit to kill you quick
    And I don't wrestle unless chicks do bad on my dick
    Flex know I bring somethin hot to the spot

    What would you rather have the 10 you found or the 5 you earned
    Became a man at 6 cause at 5 you learned
    Don't take nothin for granted except death
    Man of the house cause you the last nigga left
    I see how it's going dizzy with the shit so we can blast a rhyme
    Hope the Lord got your soul cause your ass is mine
    Every time you turn around niggas know that I be right there
    East turned to West coast, cravin for the nightmare
    Don't give a fuck about what you sling
    Cause you ain't slingin that shit, or bringin that shit
    Up the hill, but you still singin that shit
    Talkin shit like you know what its like to walk this shit
    Get on some stalkin shit
    So you know what niggaz rule New York and shit
    I'm just thinkin all the business and how to handle ya'll niggaz
    All the families that I got lightin candles for niggaz
    Breathin revelence, grandmothers fallen out and need the sedatives
    Mom huggin the casket wishin that she raised a better kid

    [Swizz Beatz]
    Y'all niggaz actors
    I'll put your face where your muthafuckin back was
    Im tired of y'all niggaz actors

    Y'all know what y'all gonna get
    And y'all niggaz know damn well who y'all fuckin wit
    Little slim nigga like me, big gun like this
    And my gun bust and gun never miss
    I'm the nigga that make ya miss Christmas
    When we go to court you know shit dismissed

    [Chorus x4]
    Ruff Ryders (We in here!)
    Ruff Ryders (We stayin here!)
    Ruff Ryders (Ain't goin nowhere,
    Ain't hidin nowhere, ain't runnin nowhere)

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