Текст (слова) песни: Beanie Sigel, Drag-On, InfraRed, NuChild - Ruff Ryders * Ryde or Die Volume One

Shit, this shit right here...is for the thugs in the street
Do yall here me?
Shit, and this shit right here...will get you mugged in the street

[Beanie Sigel]
Beanie Sigel hit hard, and I`ll wire ya jaw
Trademark niggas eyes, give them permanent scars
Twist backwards, never catch me rollin cigars
Only cock and blow `dro out of perservative jars
On the block serving like I never heard of the law
Cops hit the spot fuck it, mad bro to bar
Fuck crack, flip powder, I aint takin` a loss
Plus if I get snatched, its less time for the song
I was been known to stroll the block, hold the glock
Blow dro, pick up doe, reload the spot
I`m the shit with crushed ice and some arm and hammer
I`m the reason why smokers steal car antenna`s
I get bricks, so you know I make big nicks
the size of Chiclets, that make you pricks sick
While you try to profit, i just flip quick
Y`all niggas know my flow be sick, my doe be quick

[InfraRed]
Now when you wake up
I`m wiping the cold out your eys with the barrel of the gun
Holding your son, smoking Branson
Blowing smoke in your face, I want the ransom and some
His shit`ll get the opposite of handsome
I mean I got to come clean
I`ve done bagged up and served everything you`ve seen in the feds magazine
I`m what y`all haven`t seen
I swallow kerosene and piss out gassoline
Strike a match and burn the fucking scene
I`m no joker - I could blow you into smoke
and make your man a second hand smoker.
I`m so vulgar - I`m sendin` niggas straight back to their maker
Broke, with a PlayStation for a CD player, see me player?
I dont even play that shit
I just spit and have the whole hood sayin` my shit
Yall got a bible? Well pray in that shit
While I smoke a scripture, load up the guns then come to rip ya

[NuChild]
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Gun up in your mouth, hands around your throat
Choke nigga choke, I`m dope
Roll me up and smoke, on contact
Niggas react, and play me back
For doe, I`ll murder ever nigga not on this track
I spit back, at any nigga claimin` he teflon
The best on, be the next nigga get stepped on
A sick dude, type to ask God "You wanna battle?"
"I could care less, send me hell I like to travel"
After waxin` him, I wax you
Smack you, clap you, and thats two
Niggas I left lookin` like statues
I have to, bring it to these cowards that talk hard
Some jail shit? Never even walked through a junk yard
I thump hard
Make a nigga yell for crew quick
A true bitch, eat a nigga up like a chew-stick
Too rich, is what I plan to be in the 9-9
Its all mine, Fagots ride bench when its crunch time
So bump mine, make a nigga lean off the opium
You Ethiopian
Willie niggas, yeah we scopin `em, and ropin `em
Do a nigga Rosewood style
Hangin` by his weak picture, callin` his moms and his child

[Mysonne]
Its Mysonne, lefty, gun up in the right palm
Poppin` niggas in their sleep so they die calm
Kill or be killed, thats the shit that I`m on
Its desparoto style, shooting at them side arm
I`m gone, see I`m dope like heroin
And my guns got scopes, so they zero in
Here on in, know I fear no men
And mutherfuck shootin` five, here go ten
Know that if you start a problem, there`s no end
You tough? Fight death and be a hero then
Niggas call me Poppiseed, I`ll pop your seed
And move bricks on the block thats too hot to breath
I`m a real type of nigga, that cock and squeeze
Y`all them second guess fagots, that cock and freeze
So I fuck with real niggas, like The Lox and D
And yall niggas got problems, just watch and see

[Drag-On]
I`m the kid with the unlaced boots, but`ll lace you
Leave a hole in your facial, the size of a bagel
All my bullets hit, never graze you
If you never was shit, I`ma promise you this
I`ma front page you, I`ma young`n
The first one there, and the last one to get to running
Unless you tell me the cops coming
Cuz I like to feel assed out, so when they trap me I blast out

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Shit, and this shit right here...will get you mugged in the street [Beanie Sigel] Beanie Sigel hit hard, and I`ll wire ya jaw Trademark niggas eyes, give them permanent scars Twist backwards, never catch me rollin cigars Only cock and blow `dro out of perservative jars On the block serving like I never heard of the law Cops hit the spot fuck it, mad bro to bar Fuck crack, flip powder, I aint takin` a loss Plus if I get snatched, its less time for the song I was been known to stroll the block, hold the glock Blow dro, pick up doe, reload the spot I`m the shit with crushed ice and some arm and hammer I`m the reason why smokers steal car antenna`s I get bricks, so you know I make big nicks the size of Chiclets, that make you pricks sick While you try to profit, i just flip quick Y`all niggas know my flow be sick, my doe be quick [InfraRed] Now when you wake up I`m wiping the cold out your eys with the barrel of the gun Holding your son, smoking Branson Blowing smoke in your face, I want the ransom and some His shit`ll get the opposite of handsome I mean I got to come clean I`ve done bagged up and served everything you`ve seen in the feds magazine I`m what y`all haven`t seen I swallow kerosene and piss out gassoline Strike a match and burn the fucking scene I`m no joker - I could blow you into smoke and make your man a second hand smoker. I`m so vulgar - I`m sendin` niggas straight back to their maker Broke, with a PlayStation for a CD player, see me player? I dont even play that shit I just spit and have the whole hood sayin` my shit Yall got a bible? Well pray in that shit While I smoke a scripture, load up the guns then come to rip ya [NuChild] This be the realest shit I ever wrote Gun up in your mouth, hands around your throat Choke nigga choke, I`m dope Roll me up and smoke, on contact Niggas react, and play me back For doe, I`ll murder ever nigga not on this track I spit back, at any nigga claimin` he teflon The best on, be the next nigga get stepped on A sick dude, type to ask God "You wanna battle?" "I could care less, send me hell I like to travel" After waxin` him, I wax you Smack you, clap you, and thats two Niggas I left lookin` like statues I have to, bring it to these cowards that talk hard Some jail shit? Never even walked through a junk yard I thump hard Make a nigga yell for crew quick A true bitch, eat a nigga up like a chew-stick Too rich, is what I plan to be in the 9-9 Its all mine, Fagots ride bench when its crunch time So bump mine, make a nigga lean off the opium You Ethiopian Willie niggas, yeah we scopin `em, and ropin `em Do a nigga Rosewood style Hangin` by his weak picture, callin` his moms and his child [Mysonne] Its Mysonne, lefty, gun up in the right palm Poppin` niggas in their sleep so they die calm Kill or be killed, thats the shit that I`m on Its desparoto style, shooting at them side arm I`m gone, see I`m dope like heroin And my guns got scopes, so they zero in Here on in, know I fear no men And mutherfuck shootin` five, here go ten Know that if you start a problem, there`s no end You tough? Fight death and be a hero then Niggas call me Poppiseed, I`ll pop your seed And move bricks on the block thats too hot to breath I`m a real type of nigga, that cock and squeeze Y`all them second guess fagots, that cock and freeze So I fuck with real niggas, like The Lox and D And yall niggas got problems, just watch and see [Drag-On] I`m the kid with the unlaced boots, but`ll lace you Leave a hole in your facial, the size of a bagel All my bullets hit, never graze you If you never was shit, I`ma promise you this I`ma front page you, I`ma young`n The first one there, and the last one to get to running Unless you tell me the cops coming Cuz I like to feel assed out, so when they trap me I blast out Нравится песня? 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