DMX lyrics : "Ruff Ryders Anthem"
[Chorus(2x):]
Stop, drop, shut 'em down open up shop
Oh, no
That's how Ruff Ryders roll
[DMX:]
^!$$%z wanna try, ^!$$%z wanna lie
Then ^!$$%z wonder why, ^!$$%z wanna die
All I know is pain
All I feel is rain
How can I maintain, with madd %#@! on my brain
I resort to violence, my ^!$$%z move in silence
Like you don't know what are style is
New York ^!$$%z the wildest
My ^!$$%z is wit' it
You want it? come and get it
Took it then we split it
You $#&@in' right we did it
What the $#&@ you gonna do, when we run up on you
$#&@in' wit' the wrong crew, don't know what we goin' thru
I'ma have ta show ^!$$%z how easily we blow ^!$$%z
When you find out there's somemore ^!$$%s, that's runnin with your ^!$$%z
Nothin' we can't handle, break it up and dismantle, light it up like a candle
just cause I can't stand you
Put my %#@! on tapes, like you bussin' grapes
Think you holdin weight? Then you haven't met the Apes
[Chorus(2x)]
Is ya'll ^!$$%z crazy?
I'll buss you and be swazy
Stop actin' like a baby, mind your business lady
Nosy people get it too, when you see me spit at you
you know I'm tryin' ta get rid of you
Ya I know it's pitiful
That's how ^!$$%z get down
Watch why ^!$$%z spit round
Make ya'll ^!$$%z kiss ground, just for talkin' %#@! clown
Oh you think it's funny then you don't know me money
It's about to get ugly, $#&@ it dog I'm hungry
I guess you know what that mean, come up off that green
Five ^!$$%z or a fiend, don't make it a murder scene
Give a dog a bone, leave a dog alone
let a dog roam and he'll find his way home
Home of the brave, my home is a cage
and yo I'ma slave til' my home is a grave
I'ma pull paper, it's all about the papers
(*##$es talkin' paper then how they wanna rape us
[Chorus(2x)]
Look what you dun started,
Asked for it, you got it
had it, should have shot it
Now your dearly departed
Get at me dog, did I rip %#@! with this one here I flip %#@!
^!$$%z know when I kick %#@!
It's gonna be some slick %#@!
What was that look for, when I walked in the door
Oh you thought you was raw, boom not anymore
Cause now you on the floor, wishin you never saw me walk
through that door, with that 4 4
Now it's time for bed
Two more to the head, got the floor red
Yea that ^!$$%'s dead
Another unsolved mystery, It's goin' down in history
^!$$%z ain't never did %#@! to me
(*##$ $$# ^!$$%z can't get to me
Gots to make the move, got a point to prove
Got a make'em grove, got'em all like ooh
So to the next time, you hear this ^!$$% ryhme
Try to keep your mind, on gettin #~!!@ and crime
[Chorus(1x)]
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