uh...
aaaaaahhhhhhhhh! c'mon!
uh! uh-huh!
but they don't hear me though
uh, but they don't hear me though
uh, but they don't, they don't, they don't, they don't...
i got blood on my hands and there's no remorse
and got blood on my dick cause i fucked a corpse (c'mon!)
i'm a nasty nigga, when you pass me, nigga, look me in my eyes (what!)
tell me to my fuckin face that you ready to die (c'mon!)
you be a dead motherfucker, red motherfucker (uh)
don't be stupid, you heard what i said motherfucker (uh)
who shot you? aw, nigga, like you don't know (woo!)
stickin you for yo' dough while i'm fuckin yo' broke hoe (what?)
yo! don't you get the picture? niggas can't touch me (uh!)
cuz i don't give a fuck, G, i'll get you touched, B
i got choice, to rip my slug or take apart a door
and enough crazy niggas behind me to start a war (c'mon!)
so what you want nigga? help, cuz you's about to rest (uh)
when i'm fed, red cross couldn't clean up the mess
and a vest, will do nuttin but make you look a little thicker (yeah!)
cuz in the dark, you ain't nuttin but a lil' nigga (what?)
and if you been thinkin about that shit you did
You wouldn'ta brought the joint, wit you kid, now i'ma have to get you kid (uh, uh, uh, uh)
and split your wig, wit the machete (what?)
i bring beef to niggas, and string em out, like spaghetti (c'mon!)
you ain't ready, nor can you stand how i'm bringin it (uh!)
how i'm givin it, is how i'm livin it, so i'm swingin it (uh!)
red dot, on your head, cuz you's in mid range
red dot on your chest, opens up your rib cage, nigga
chorus X4: Ruff Ryders
i just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
it's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through
now if your heart was as big as your mouth, you'd be real
but it's not, so i know if you get knocked, you'll squeal
like a bitch, cuz you is a bitch and always been a bitch (oh, oh, oh!)
and you know how niggas do a bitch, we run up in a bitch (oh!)
put something in a bitch, nigga, do you know me? nigga, do you owe me? (uh-huh)
figured you could blow me? well i'ma let this trigger, fill you homey
y'all niggas gots to be smokin somethin thinkin you chokin somethin (uh)
fuckin around wit me you'll be a broken somethin (woo!)
i'm out for blood with the crips at war
how much shit could you talk wit your lips on the floor?
pussy niggas make me itch, so i scratch, you's a bitch (uh, uh, uh..)
so i snatch up your face, fake-ass pen, so i scratch you (uh, uh, c'mon!)
yeah there was a time, when i woulda jumped up and choked this nigga
(but now!) but now i'm on some shit like, "yo.. smoke this nigga" (uh-huh!)
i'm bout to find out how much guts you got before i spill em
somebody come and get this mothafucker, before i kill him (please!)
aaaahhhhh! fresh out the asylum, i'm wildin
y'all niggas know the phone numbers for help you best to dial em (aye!)
9-1-1, emergency, the urgency
will have witnesses seein what the surgeon see (woo!)
how far you gon' get, wit your dome split fool (c'mon)
i catch your man slippin cuz he think his shit cool (c'mon)
but it ain't, so i paint the walls with his blood (uh, uh)
another dick in the mud...nigga what!!
chorus
c'mon!
Ruff Ryders (DMX)
hey, yo you know who this is for..
they let the dogs in the door (c'mon c'mon, yeah)
hey, yo you know who this is for.. (c'mon)
they let the dogs in the door (yeah, yeah)
chorus
Ruff Ryders
i just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
it's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through
i just love (love...)
