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Ruff Ryders Anthem

This thing right here, yeah, yeah

Is for my peoples in the streets, Swizz Beats

And this thing right here Ruff Ryders

Will get your ass off your feet, remix, c'monThey call me, 'Drag On' when it's time to bomb

I burn 'em all till they all say turn 'em off

'Cuz these chips I'ma run 'em all chickenheads

Know I be the Colonel 'cuz I burn eternal mixed wit the infernoSo be careful, 'fore I burn you you better learn dude, yeah I heard you

But I'ma hurt you, but you don't know, my versatile is a virtue

Ruff Ryders be the team, which means a lot cream, lot of schemes

Lot of beams to make your stock drop, right on the seamsNigga here is too hot and too much for you to touch

Better tell your man 'cuz I'm too tough indubitably, too dust

Do you bust? 'Cuz we do you need to ask the people, but quietly

But they don't believe until they leave violently, is you buying this?

'Cuz niggaz that purchased is under the dirt kidThey call me Drag On, I'm the youngest but get bonkers

Collabo' wit my dogs from Yonkers

But this Bronx bomber's spittin' flame

So you better wear your armor flame onMy dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop

And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop

First we had em like ohh, now they like no

What baby? That's how Ruff Ryders rollMy dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop

And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop

First we had em like ohh, now they like no

What baby? That's how Ruff Ryders rollWhen I pop up, I lock shop up, pull the drop up

Park a block up, hit the alarm, put the top up

Stash the 'dro in my sock then pull my sock up

And keep the burner but if it's hot put my glock upYou know what I'm about, slidin' off get my cock sucked

Or writin' rhymes watchin' Scarface in the hot tub

Whatchu wanna bet, when I pull it out?

If you don't shout that every bullet'll go in and outWho you know besides, 'Kiss take the piss in the bottle of Crist'

Then give it to a modelin' bitch

And you like your watch plain, I'ma flood mine

Alligator bloodline trained to find coke and bite one timeY'all niggaz ain't hearin' me out, til I pop up

Appear in your house, clearin' it out, holiday style

Everybody actin' violent and wild

Snatch the wife silence the child, that's how we moveKill me my man kill you, that's how you lose

I Ruff Ryde, I don't like to slide felt that I slipped

Then the gun's only helpin' the clip and the clip's only helpin' my hand

And like who the fuck is helpin' your man?When I cock back and hop out the van

Double R, get a job, play the shit in the car

Hit a party start a fight at the bar, it's natural

Sell your shit for some coke and get the fuck out of DodgeGuess you figured that my niggaz, flippers, pullin' triggers

News team crowd around, tryin' to flick a picture

Get witcha, this bitch from Illadelph marches quicker

Nigga not makin' sense better stay up off the liquorBlonde bombshell, caramel, heavy spender

Groups be sayin' I'm they sister, hush ya mouth 'fore I hit ya

Stickin' in wiseguys, fake thugs and bullshitters

Take you for a ride, cover up your eye, then I get yaUsed to be shyer, now I'ma Ruff Ryder

Big niggaz play me close, when they used to ride by her

Snatchin' up your figures, frontin', know you dig us

Haters, screamin', "Who that bitch?" Mind your business niggaMy dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop

And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop

First we had em like ohh, now they like no

What baby? That's how Ruff Ryders rollMy dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop

And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop

First we had em like ohh, now they like no

What baby? That's how Ruff Ryders rollThe X is gonna hit y'all niggaz hard, leave y'all niggaz scarred

Fuckin' with the Dog when you fuckin' with the God

Rip y'all niggaz off, faggot niggaz soft

Remember me from up North, I had you scared to coughMy name is ringin' bells, in penitentiary cells

I'm makin' thugs rebel, ain't hard to tell

You never really wanted it, so the mic you jumped in front of it

Outta sixteen shots I'ma hit, which one of you niggaz am I gonna getThought you knew what I was gonna spit, this time with this rhyme

But by the end of it, y'all niggaz is gon' be like, "Yo X ripped it"

Did my thing as usual it's never gon' stop

Them cat's can't be for real, I got this shit lockedIs that a game or a joke? Say the name or get smoked

Simple as that, simple as black, to the throat

Hit 'em all up to the coat, now you losin' your life

A dog is a dog for life

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