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DJ CLUE : Ruff Ryder's Anthem (Remix) lyrics

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DJ CLUE lyrics : "Ruff Ryder's Anthem (Remix)"

This thing right here.. (yeah yeah)
is for my peoples in the streets.. (ha hah) Swizz Beats (uh-huh)
And this thing right here.. (Ruff Ryders)

will get your $$# off your feet (Remix! .. c'mon)


They call me Drag-On, when it's time to bomb
I burn em all, til they all say turn em off
Cause these chips, I'ma run em all

Chickenheads, know I, be the Colonel
Cause I burn eternal, mixed wit the inferno
So 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 seams

^!$$% here is too hot and too much for you to touch
Better tell your man cause I'm too tough
Indubitably, too dust

Do you bust? Cause we do
You need to ask the people, but quietly
But they don't believe until they leave violently

Is you buying this?
Cause ^!$$%z that purchased is under the dirt kid
They 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 on!

[Chorus: DMX x2]

My dogs gon' STOP, your dogs gon' DROP
And then we gon' SHUT EM DOWN, OPEN UP SHOP

First we had em like OHHH, now they like NOOO

When 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 up
You know what I'm about, slidin off get my @@#! sucked

Or writin rhymes watching 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 out

Who you know besides 'Kiss take the piss in the bottle of Crist'
and then give it to a modelin (*##$
And you like your watch plain, I'ma flood mine

Alligator bloodline trained to find !@%!e and bite one time


Y'all ^!$$%z 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 move
Kill 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 $#&@ is helpin your man?

When I @@#! back and hop out the van
Double R, get a job, play the %#@! in the car
Hit a party start a fight at the bar, and snatch your R

Sell your %#@! for some !@%!e and get the $#&@ out of Dodge


Guess you figured that my ^!$$%z, flippers, pullin triggers
News team crowd around, tryin to flick a picture
Get witcha, this (*##$ from Illadelph marches quicker

^!$$% not makin sense better stay up off the liquor
Blonde bombshell, car-a-mel, heavy spender
Groups be sayin I'm they sister, hush ya mouth 'fore I hit ya

Stickin in wiseguys, fake thugs, and bull%#@!ters
Take you for a ride, cover up your eye, then I get ya
Used to be shy-er, now I'ma Ruff Ryder
Big ^!$$%z play me close, when they used to ride by her
Snatchin up your figures, frontin, know you dig us

Haters, screamin, "Who that (*##$?" (UHH, UHH)
Mind your business ^!$$%


[DJ Clue: talking over chorus]
Yeah!! DJ Clue!
The Professional! Part One
C'mon! Mad shout out, Donnie Brascoe
Big Skate, Duro.. CLUE!

Uhh, uhh, uhh..
The X is gonna hit y'all ^!$$%z hard, leave y'all ^!$$%z scarred
$#&@in with the Dog when you $#&@in with the God

Rip y'all ^!$$%z off, !@$)got ^!$$%z soft
Remember me from up North, I had you scared to cough
My name is ringin bells, in penitentiary cells
I'm making 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 ^!$$%z am I gonna get

Thought you knew what I was gonna spit, this time with this rhyme
but by the end of it, y'all ^!$$%z is gon' be like, "Yo X ripped it!"
Did my thing as usual it's never gon' stop
Them cats can't be for real, I got this %#@! locked!
Is 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

(Grrrrrr) A dog is a dog for life!

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