| 作曲 : Dean, Jacobs, Jeffers, Philps ... | |
| (Swizz Beatz) | |
| See y'all don't understand us you know | |
| Ruff Ryderz is a family | |
| Ruff Ryderz....Ruff Ryderz...Ruff Ryderz | |
| Lets go...Swizz Beatz | |
| (DMX) | |
| This is the darkest shit sparkest shit | |
| Hittin wit the hardest shit 'cause before we started shit | |
| Wit kidz I knew my f**kin friendz all turned against me | |
| Said f**k it bought me a dog ever since me and my dog has been like this | |
| He got my back I got his schemin on mad niggaz | |
| Dats how we do bidz | |
| It's about time to start another, robbin spree | |
| 'cause yo, my way is highway, robbery | |
| When I was up north since 16 I was sendin niggaz home in a coffin | |
| Livin like a orphan, you bad nigga? | |
| I'll be back to see if you'll be still here | |
| You know my style will put yo f**kin man, in a wheelchair | |
| He'll never walk again, on the strength of me | |
| Dats how I left him G, scared to death of me | |
| Niggaz cannot run, hit wit da hot one | |
| From the shotgun, catz was close wondered how we got done... | |
| (Eve) | |
| Yo yo, E-V-E | |
| My dogz believe in me | |
| Petty thugz hide yo cake, never teasin me | |
| I show love to, all my bitches hustlin one'z, tussle wit these | |
| Makin moves, second to none, I locked it, huh | |
| Made a sudden move you got bit | |
| Flooded wit the double R, real street shit | |
| Da blond hair bandit, you got gunz, hand it | |
| Turn my face when I bust a cannon | |
| 'cause I don't wear sunblock | |
| Ask Drag if the fire is hot (Flame On baby) | |
| Shit pop shellz, fall three feet, roll over and stop | |
| We warn niggaz that we comin, then we total the block | |
| We scorn niggaz like they mothers, then we wet up they socks | |
| Red dot, excapin on a radar, to seashore, then hide out | |
| And buy out bars till we see far | |
| In this game, we beat y'all, you got money? | |
| Keep y'alls, for us be tearin tryin to hide, then tear out fire | |
| Beat y'alls | |
| (JadaKiss) | |
| And you can come see me if you tryin to | |
| Get some gramz for the night | |
| 'cause I can get it for you raw, gray, tan or white | |
| F**k rap yo, I'd rather be plannin the flights | |
| Somewhere hot on a wave runner, tanning wit dykes | |
| Blowin the haze, while all of em givin me brains | |
| One at a time, y'all start from the front of the line | |
| But everybody wanna contact me, and get wit me | |
| And still end up bein mad 'cause I charge 50 | |
| And as for you suckaz, you can keep those rapz | |
| And screw yo awardz, my son can't eat those plaques | |
| I never was shipped but some thingz I never forget | |
| Like if you spent three you garanteed to make back six | |
| Drove the Benz off the lot and just dusted her off | |
| Tints, rims, stashed, tick the governer off | |
| Even the catz that be hatin still be lovin the dogz | |
| 'cause they know that the double R's comin for war | |
| Wha | |
| (Styles) | |
| You ain't ready to die, then why should you live? | |
| 'cause when I start bustin the gunz you hidin the kids | |
| And the Pieer's still ridin wit clips, survivin wit bricks | |
| We beefin on the 4th you got to die on the 5th | |
| Like I wasnt hustlin dope or robbin the blocks | |
| Starvin or not, carvin the cheek, palmin the glock | |
| I figure which nigga could I watch wit a watch | |
| I like to knock off my crack then I pull off a heist | |
| Put it together, double it twice this shit is my life | |
| Catch me wit a .45, hot pair of Nikes | |
| And three red dice, like, give me the bank or gimmie yo face | |
| Gimmie a shank It's Holiday(Uh) | |
| The hooptie's in the front but the truck is a mile away | |
| Niggaz wanna ride tommorow when they'll probabaly die today | |
| 'cause da Pio'll hollow the gunz | |
| Then holla at son (I feel you nigga) | |
| And when he go to holla back, niggaz swallowin one | |
| (Sheek) | |
| Y'all dem bust in them crowd niggaz and hit whoever | |
| When you should aim for them niggaz that took yo leather | |
| They right there, but you scared that they gon bust | |
| Cause they crazy, but crazy niggaz bleed like us | |
| See I'm one shot thru the heart like Cupid | |
| Y'all niggaz might be crazy, but y'all not stupid | |
| It's 99, I'm killin you, woman and kid | |
| F**k Scarface, watch me, I'm mo action to see | |
| Than the muthaf**kaz that y'all see on T.V. | |
| And f**k what you heard, check how Sheek get down | |
| Comes the gun, shit, I'm rhymin wit one on me now | |
| You neva know, what clown could walk in the studio | |
| Talkin shit, and there's gon be more than the amps that blow | |
| I'll pour gas on yo skin and watch yo shit detach | |
| Wit a book of matches, now dats when you met yo match | |
| And the worst thing for you is for me to have a gun when I'm thirsty | |
| I'll turn niggaz more Holy Man, than Eddie Murphy | |
| And I deal wit mo bricks than that city do in Jersey | |
| I got call cops niggaz | |
| I got autops niggaz, that'll bust you and slide | |
| Wit some of 6-drop niggaz | |
| Revolver Pop niggaz, easy Ox niggaz, get knocked | |
| Say I smoked detox niggaz | |
| Drug program, hit the streetz and cop 56 mo gramz | |
| Y'all niggaz ain't f**kin wit the fam and dats word | |
| (Drag-On) | |
| Hey yo boy, whats the difference between fire and water? | |
| You whether drown or die off torture, cause yo skins of ya | |
| And watch ya burn off fat, dog I'm off the thermostat | |
| Could put a comb to my mouth and give yo bitch a perm wit that | |
| Keep shellz in the envelopes 'cause I'll mail out bullets | |
| More blood that a riot on a jailhouse footage | |
| Buck 40, got a extra 20 wit the semi, when it hit you | |
| You gon do a 360 pretty swiftly | |
| When I burn you to a crisp you gon be crunchier than chips | |
| Wit my hand all up in the bag, munchin on this shit | |
| Bit by bit, clip by clip and every block by block is brick on brick | |
| So I got knots on knots, got thingz that'll pop yo top | |
| And double R spot yo block wit 16 shots and watch y'all drop | |
| And ain't nobody gettin up, lest they in the wheelchair | |
| Sittin up or spittin up, either way I don't give a f**k |
| zuo qu : Dean, Jacobs, Jeffers, Philps ... | |
| Swizz Beatz | |
| See y' all don' t understand us you know | |
| Ruff Ryderz is a family | |
| Ruff Ryderz.... Ruff Ryderz... Ruff Ryderz | |
| Lets go... Swizz Beatz | |
| DMX | |
| This is the darkest shit sparkest shit | |
| Hittin wit the hardest shit ' cause before we started shit | |
| Wit kidz I knew my f kin friendz all turned against me | |
| Said f k it bought me a dog ever since me and my dog has been like this | |
| He got my back I got his schemin on mad niggaz | |
| Dats how we do bidz | |
| It' s about time to start another, robbin spree | |
| ' cause yo, my way is highway, robbery | |
| When I was up north since 16 I was sendin niggaz home in a coffin | |
| Livin like a orphan, you bad nigga? | |
| I' ll be back to see if you' ll be still here | |
| You know my style will put yo f kin man, in a wheelchair | |
| He' ll never walk again, on the strength of me | |
| Dats how I left him G, scared to death of me | |
| Niggaz cannot run, hit wit da hot one | |
| From the shotgun, catz was close wondered how we got done... | |
| Eve | |
| Yo yo, EVE | |
| My dogz believe in me | |
| Petty thugz hide yo cake, never teasin me | |
| I show love to, all my bitches hustlin one' z, tussle wit these | |
| Makin moves, second to none, I locked it, huh | |
| Made a sudden move you got bit | |
| Flooded wit the double R, real street shit | |
| Da blond hair bandit, you got gunz, hand it | |
| Turn my face when I bust a cannon | |
| ' cause I don' t wear sunblock | |
| Ask Drag if the fire is hot Flame On baby | |
| Shit pop shellz, fall three feet, roll over and stop | |
| We warn niggaz that we comin, then we total the block | |
| We scorn niggaz like they mothers, then we wet up they socks | |
| Red dot, excapin on a radar, to seashore, then hide out | |
| And buy out bars till we see far | |
| In this game, we beat y' all, you got money? | |
| Keep y' alls, for us be tearin tryin to hide, then tear out fire | |
| Beat y' alls | |
| JadaKiss | |
| And you can come see me if you tryin to | |
| Get some gramz for the night | |
| ' cause I can get it for you raw, gray, tan or white | |
| F k rap yo, I' d rather be plannin the flights | |
| Somewhere hot on a wave runner, tanning wit dykes | |
| Blowin the haze, while all of em givin me brains | |
| One at a time, y' all start from the front of the line | |
| But everybody wanna contact me, and get wit me | |
| And still end up bein mad ' cause I charge 50 | |
| And as for you suckaz, you can keep those rapz | |
| And screw yo awardz, my son can' t eat those plaques | |
| I never was shipped but some thingz I never forget | |
| Like if you spent three you garanteed to make back six | |
| Drove the Benz off the lot and just dusted her off | |
| Tints, rims, stashed, tick the governer off | |
| Even the catz that be hatin still be lovin the dogz | |
| ' cause they know that the double R' s comin for war | |
| Wha | |
| Styles | |
| You ain' t ready to die, then why should you live? | |
| ' cause when I start bustin the gunz you hidin the kids | |
| And the Pieer' s still ridin wit clips, survivin wit bricks | |
| We beefin on the 4th you got to die on the 5th | |
| Like I wasnt hustlin dope or robbin the blocks | |
| Starvin or not, carvin the cheek, palmin the glock | |
| I figure which nigga could I watch wit a watch | |
| I like to knock off my crack then I pull off a heist | |
| Put it together, double it twice this shit is my life | |
| Catch me wit a . 45, hot pair of Nikes | |
| And three red dice, like, give me the bank or gimmie yo face | |
| Gimmie a shank It' s Holiday Uh | |
| The hooptie' s in the front but the truck is a mile away | |
| Niggaz wanna ride tommorow when they' ll probabaly die today | |
| ' cause da Pio' ll hollow the gunz | |
| Then holla at son I feel you nigga | |
| And when he go to holla back, niggaz swallowin one | |
| Sheek | |
| Y' all dem bust in them crowd niggaz and hit whoever | |
| When you should aim for them niggaz that took yo leather | |
| They right there, but you scared that they gon bust | |
| Cause they crazy, but crazy niggaz bleed like us | |
| See I' m one shot thru the heart like Cupid | |
| Y' all niggaz might be crazy, but y' all not stupid | |
| It' s 99, I' m killin you, woman and kid | |
| F k Scarface, watch me, I' m mo action to see | |
| Than the muthaf kaz that y' all see on T. V. | |
| And f k what you heard, check how Sheek get down | |
| Comes the gun, shit, I' m rhymin wit one on me now | |
| You neva know, what clown could walk in the studio | |
| Talkin shit, and there' s gon be more than the amps that blow | |
| I' ll pour gas on yo skin and watch yo shit detach | |
| Wit a book of matches, now dats when you met yo match | |
| And the worst thing for you is for me to have a gun when I' m thirsty | |
| I' ll turn niggaz more Holy Man, than Eddie Murphy | |
| And I deal wit mo bricks than that city do in Jersey | |
| I got call cops niggaz | |
| I got autops niggaz, that' ll bust you and slide | |
| Wit some of 6drop niggaz | |
| Revolver Pop niggaz, easy Ox niggaz, get knocked | |
| Say I smoked detox niggaz | |
| Drug program, hit the streetz and cop 56 mo gramz | |
| Y' all niggaz ain' t f kin wit the fam and dats word | |
| DragOn | |
| Hey yo boy, whats the difference between fire and water? | |
| You whether drown or die off torture, cause yo skins of ya | |
| And watch ya burn off fat, dog I' m off the thermostat | |
| Could put a comb to my mouth and give yo bitch a perm wit that | |
| Keep shellz in the envelopes ' cause I' ll mail out bullets | |
| More blood that a riot on a jailhouse footage | |
| Buck 40, got a extra 20 wit the semi, when it hit you | |
| You gon do a 360 pretty swiftly | |
| When I burn you to a crisp you gon be crunchier than chips | |
| Wit my hand all up in the bag, munchin on this shit | |
| Bit by bit, clip by clip and every block by block is brick on brick | |
| So I got knots on knots, got thingz that' ll pop yo top | |
| And double R spot yo block wit 16 shots and watch y' all drop | |
| And ain' t nobody gettin up, lest they in the wheelchair | |
| Sittin up or spittin up, either way I don' t give a f k |
| zuò qǔ : Dean, Jacobs, Jeffers, Philps ... | |
| Swizz Beatz | |
| See y' all don' t understand us you know | |
| Ruff Ryderz is a family | |
| Ruff Ryderz.... Ruff Ryderz... Ruff Ryderz | |
| Lets go... Swizz Beatz | |
| DMX | |
| This is the darkest shit sparkest shit | |
| Hittin wit the hardest shit ' cause before we started shit | |
| Wit kidz I knew my f kin friendz all turned against me | |
| Said f k it bought me a dog ever since me and my dog has been like this | |
| He got my back I got his schemin on mad niggaz | |
| Dats how we do bidz | |
| It' s about time to start another, robbin spree | |
| ' cause yo, my way is highway, robbery | |
| When I was up north since 16 I was sendin niggaz home in a coffin | |
| Livin like a orphan, you bad nigga? | |
| I' ll be back to see if you' ll be still here | |
| You know my style will put yo f kin man, in a wheelchair | |
| He' ll never walk again, on the strength of me | |
| Dats how I left him G, scared to death of me | |
| Niggaz cannot run, hit wit da hot one | |
| From the shotgun, catz was close wondered how we got done... | |
| Eve | |
| Yo yo, EVE | |
| My dogz believe in me | |
| Petty thugz hide yo cake, never teasin me | |
| I show love to, all my bitches hustlin one' z, tussle wit these | |
| Makin moves, second to none, I locked it, huh | |
| Made a sudden move you got bit | |
| Flooded wit the double R, real street shit | |
| Da blond hair bandit, you got gunz, hand it | |
| Turn my face when I bust a cannon | |
| ' cause I don' t wear sunblock | |
| Ask Drag if the fire is hot Flame On baby | |
| Shit pop shellz, fall three feet, roll over and stop | |
| We warn niggaz that we comin, then we total the block | |
| We scorn niggaz like they mothers, then we wet up they socks | |
| Red dot, excapin on a radar, to seashore, then hide out | |
| And buy out bars till we see far | |
| In this game, we beat y' all, you got money? | |
| Keep y' alls, for us be tearin tryin to hide, then tear out fire | |
| Beat y' alls | |
| JadaKiss | |
| And you can come see me if you tryin to | |
| Get some gramz for the night | |
| ' cause I can get it for you raw, gray, tan or white | |
| F k rap yo, I' d rather be plannin the flights | |
| Somewhere hot on a wave runner, tanning wit dykes | |
| Blowin the haze, while all of em givin me brains | |
| One at a time, y' all start from the front of the line | |
| But everybody wanna contact me, and get wit me | |
| And still end up bein mad ' cause I charge 50 | |
| And as for you suckaz, you can keep those rapz | |
| And screw yo awardz, my son can' t eat those plaques | |
| I never was shipped but some thingz I never forget | |
| Like if you spent three you garanteed to make back six | |
| Drove the Benz off the lot and just dusted her off | |
| Tints, rims, stashed, tick the governer off | |
| Even the catz that be hatin still be lovin the dogz | |
| ' cause they know that the double R' s comin for war | |
| Wha | |
| Styles | |
| You ain' t ready to die, then why should you live? | |
| ' cause when I start bustin the gunz you hidin the kids | |
| And the Pieer' s still ridin wit clips, survivin wit bricks | |
| We beefin on the 4th you got to die on the 5th | |
| Like I wasnt hustlin dope or robbin the blocks | |
| Starvin or not, carvin the cheek, palmin the glock | |
| I figure which nigga could I watch wit a watch | |
| I like to knock off my crack then I pull off a heist | |
| Put it together, double it twice this shit is my life | |
| Catch me wit a . 45, hot pair of Nikes | |
| And three red dice, like, give me the bank or gimmie yo face | |
| Gimmie a shank It' s Holiday Uh | |
| The hooptie' s in the front but the truck is a mile away | |
| Niggaz wanna ride tommorow when they' ll probabaly die today | |
| ' cause da Pio' ll hollow the gunz | |
| Then holla at son I feel you nigga | |
| And when he go to holla back, niggaz swallowin one | |
| Sheek | |
| Y' all dem bust in them crowd niggaz and hit whoever | |
| When you should aim for them niggaz that took yo leather | |
| They right there, but you scared that they gon bust | |
| Cause they crazy, but crazy niggaz bleed like us | |
| See I' m one shot thru the heart like Cupid | |
| Y' all niggaz might be crazy, but y' all not stupid | |
| It' s 99, I' m killin you, woman and kid | |
| F k Scarface, watch me, I' m mo action to see | |
| Than the muthaf kaz that y' all see on T. V. | |
| And f k what you heard, check how Sheek get down | |
| Comes the gun, shit, I' m rhymin wit one on me now | |
| You neva know, what clown could walk in the studio | |
| Talkin shit, and there' s gon be more than the amps that blow | |
| I' ll pour gas on yo skin and watch yo shit detach | |
| Wit a book of matches, now dats when you met yo match | |
| And the worst thing for you is for me to have a gun when I' m thirsty | |
| I' ll turn niggaz more Holy Man, than Eddie Murphy | |
| And I deal wit mo bricks than that city do in Jersey | |
| I got call cops niggaz | |
| I got autops niggaz, that' ll bust you and slide | |
| Wit some of 6drop niggaz | |
| Revolver Pop niggaz, easy Ox niggaz, get knocked | |
| Say I smoked detox niggaz | |
| Drug program, hit the streetz and cop 56 mo gramz | |
| Y' all niggaz ain' t f kin wit the fam and dats word | |
| DragOn | |
| Hey yo boy, whats the difference between fire and water? | |
| You whether drown or die off torture, cause yo skins of ya | |
| And watch ya burn off fat, dog I' m off the thermostat | |
| Could put a comb to my mouth and give yo bitch a perm wit that | |
| Keep shellz in the envelopes ' cause I' ll mail out bullets | |
| More blood that a riot on a jailhouse footage | |
| Buck 40, got a extra 20 wit the semi, when it hit you | |
| You gon do a 360 pretty swiftly | |
| When I burn you to a crisp you gon be crunchier than chips | |
| Wit my hand all up in the bag, munchin on this shit | |
| Bit by bit, clip by clip and every block by block is brick on brick | |
| So I got knots on knots, got thingz that' ll pop yo top | |
| And double R spot yo block wit 16 shots and watch y' all drop | |
| And ain' t nobody gettin up, lest they in the wheelchair | |
| Sittin up or spittin up, either way I don' t give a f k |
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