Ughhh
Ayo
These niggas is crazy baby
They can't fuck wit da dog (ya know)
Yo Swizz
Swizz (my nigga)
Swizz, Swizz, Swizz
Another one? (Swizz)
Another one? (Another one?) Are we being greedy (uh, Swizz, Swizz)
Or what
I don't think so
Uh
Come on baby
Like you don't know da streets is (uh)
To 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 dropping nothing but that ugly shit (come on)
Bite yo head like I tried yo man
Cause what you saying is nothing (uh huh)
Must really think im playing
But I'll be laying while you bluffing
Look out
They don't let that crook out
I took out
Enough of yo family
To have a fucking cook out (uh)
For one time we get together (uh)
Is it when everyone get hit together
Or when I'm in the tan just before they hit the leather
I'm a say it so I know how much strength is left
And curse all who will breathe in the stench of death (uh huh)
Though after the sixth day im buried
I will rise
embalmment fluid in my veins and blood in my eyes (uh, uh)
And them guys that was laughing
Don't even smile anymore
How many 4 pound rounds can yo ass indulge?
20 more of that raw strip to the flesh (what)
1000 pounds of pressure
Shit that rip through the vest and pull yo chest open
So what the Ruff Ryder supposed to do?
When you fronting
Give you niggas what you wanting
Mufucka
Nothing

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Writer(s): Earl Simmons, Kasseem Dean, Leroy Bonner, Marshall Eugene Jones, Ralph Middlebrooks