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


Ni***z wanna try, ni***z wanna lie
Then ni***z wonder why, ni***z wanna die
All I know is pain
All I feel is rain
How can I maintain, with madd s**t on my brain
I resort to violence, my ni***z move in silence
Like you don't know what are style is
New York ni***z the wildest
My ni***z is wit' it
You want it? Come and get it
Took it then we split it
You fu***n' right we did it
What the f**k you gonna do, when we run up on you
Fu***n' wit' the wrong crew, don't know what we goin' thru
I'ma have ta show ni***z how easily we blow ni***z
When you find out there's somemore n****s, that's runnin with your ni***z
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 s**t on tapes, like you bussin' grapes
Think you holdin weight? Then you haven't met the Apes


Is ya'll ni***z 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' ta get rid of you
Ya I know it's pitiful
That's how ni***z get down
Watch why ni***z spit round
Make ya'll ni***z kiss ground, just for talkin' s**t clown
Oh you think it's funny then you don't know me money
It's about to get ugly, f**k it dog I'm hungry
I guess you know what that mean, come up off that green
Five ni***z 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' my home is a grave
I'ma pull paper, it's all about the papers
B*****s 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 s**t with this one here I flip s**t
Ni***z know when I kick s**t
It's gonna be some slick s**t
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, with 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, It's goin' down in history
Ni***z ain't never did s**t to me
B***h a** ni***z can't get to me
Gots to make the move, got a point to prove
Got a make'em grove, got'em all like ooh
So to the next time, you hear this n***a ryhme
Try to keep your mind, on gettin p***y and crime


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