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We in Here
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Yeah you know how we do it, Funk Flex, Big Kap, Def Jam
The Tunnel, Ruff Ryders, Let's go baby
 
[Chorus:]
Ruff Ryders (We in here!)
Ruff Ryders (We stayin here!)
Ruff Ryders (Ain't goin nowhere,
Ain't hidin nowhere, ain't runnin nowhere)
 
[Drag-On]
Ya'll laughin, when we comin, we checkin the cabinets
Body parts we baggin, we ain't comin for the crack
We come to crack backs and ? over *****z hair dew
Spit rays, pop off see's and graze *****z fades
I creep in a Mustang, bust my heat in the rain
Till they get a rust stain
why'all *****z heard of me, probably want to murder me
I'll pull up on ya block and turn your white teeth burgundy
Let's see some surgery
 
[EVE]
Watch the first lady as she rides
Rougher than the rest of them *****es
What it take for cats to hush they mouth
This one official
Come on clown prove it's still an issue
Streets is ours, have ya homies weepin cause they miss you
Thought it was a game when I said the dogs would get you
Heard you ****ed up cause E-V-E bit you
Flex knows what the real is
That's why he deal wit
Ruff Ryders baby droppin bombs ***** feel this
 
[Chorus]
 
[Styles]
Why ya'll braggin, I'm over here choppin and baggin
And I don't want the drop coupe so I'm choppin the wagon
Dark navy blue six speed, six air-bags
Even if this **** crash, feel like Six Flags
And ya'll *****z can't block my shells
When I'm in jail the C.O. don't lock my cell
Before any rap group, we was the L.O.X. crooks
I'll slap a hundred dollars on the whole blocks books
And know the block shook, when I walk by
*****z just like you they rather not look
I inspired why'all *****z to flow
I'ma always get money so I admire ya'll *****s that blow
Ask ya self who the nicest out right now
Put your ice up lets get on the mic right now
Clown, I'm the top cat where it stops at
Where lightning and thunder at
And why'all *****z is under that
 
[Jadakiss]
If you runnin with the P. you gonna get your turn
Tuck my gun while its hot to feel my **** hair burn
Might come through the spot where the shottie and what
Body to block and hot want to the Bacardi wit rocks
I ain't never drive a bike but I ride on the back
Rob wit a gat, **** I still ride wit my craps
If you want to go to war we can tally it up
Escalate and venally it up, what?
 
[Chorus]
 
[Sheek]
If you like Sheek, you hold heat and no one know
Bust yo' gun and leave the body where no one go
I pack some **** for any type of situation
Only time I don't pack heat is on vacation
And that's the blow dryer next to the PlayStation
I'm big but I use **** to kill you quick
And I don't wrestle unless chicks do bad on my ****
Flex know I bring somethin hot to the spot
 
[DMX]
What would you rather have the ten you found or the five you earned
Became a man at six cause at five you learned
Don't take nothin for granted except death
Man of the house cause you the last ***** left
I see how it's going dizzy with the **** so we can blast a rhyme
Hope the Lord got your soul cause your *** is mine
Every time you turn around *****s know that I be right there
East turned to West coast, cravin for the nightmare
Don't give a **** about what you sling
Cause you ain't slingin that ****, or bringin that ****
Up the hill, but you still singin that ****
Talkin **** like you know what its like to walk this ****
Get on some stalkin ****
So you know what *****z rule New York and ****
I'm just thinkin all the business and how to handle ya'll *****z
All the families that I got lightin candles for *****z
Breathin revelence, grandmothers fallen out and need the sedatives
Mom huggin the casket wishin that she raised a better kid
 
[Swizz Beatz]
why'all *****z actors
I'll put your face where your mutha****in back was
I'm tired of why'all *****z actors
 
why'all know what why'all gonna get
And why'all *****z know damn well who why'all ****in wit
Little slim ***** like me, big gun like this
And my gun bust and gun never miss
I'm the ***** that make ya miss Christmas
When we go to court you know **** dismissed
 
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