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DMX Ruff Ryders Bug Out Dmx Ughh aieyo (ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!) these niggaz is crazy baby they cant fuck wit da dog (ya know) yo swizz swizz (my nigga) swizz, swizz, swizz anotha one? (swizz) anotha one? (anotha one?) are we be Reedy??? (uh, swizz, swizz) or what??? i don't think so uh Come on baby like u dont know da streets is (uh) Too bad they'll find yo body but in pieces (uh) cuz the beast is On some real cruddy shit About to split yo wig wit some bloody shit I ain't droppin' nuttin but dat ugly shit (come on) Bite yo head like i tried yo man cuz what u sayin is nuttin (uh huh) Must really think im playin but i'll be layin while u bluffin Look out !!! dey don't let dat crook out i took out Enough of yo family to have a fuckin cook out (uh) For one time we get togetha (uh) Is it when everyone get hit togetha Or when im in da tent just before they hit da leather Ima say it so i know how much strength is left And curse all who will breathe in da stench of death (uh huh) Though after the sixth day im buried i will rise And bomb da fluid in my veins and blood in my eyes (uh, uh) And them guys that was laughin Dont even smile anymore How many 4 pound rounds can yo ass indulge? 20 more of that raw strip to da flesh (what?!) 1000 pounds of pressure Shit that rip through the vest and pull yo chest open So what da ruff ryder possed to do when u frontin? Give u niggaz what u wantin mufucka... nuttin! |
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