Chorus(2x):   Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up shop   ohhh... nooo   That's how Ruff Ryders roll      DMX:      Niggaz wanna try, niggaz wanna lie   Then niggaz wonder why, niggaz wanna die   All I know is pain   All I feel is rain   How can I maintain, with mad shit on my brain?   I resort to violence, my niggaz move in silence   Like you don't know what our style is   New York niggaz the wildest   My niggaz is wit' it   You want it?   come and get it   Took it, then we split it   You fuckin' right, we did it   What the fuck you gonna do, when we run up on you   fuckin' wit' the wrong crew, don't know what we goin' thru   I'ma have ta show niggaz how easliy we blow niggaz   When you find out there's some more niggas, that's runnin with your niggaz   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 shit on tapes, like you bussin' grapes   Think you holdin weight? Then you haven't met the Apes      Chours(2x)      Is ya'll niggaz 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' to get rid of you   Yeah, I know it's pitiful   That's how niggaz get down   Watch my niggaz split round   Make ya'll niggaz kiss ground, just for talkin' shit clown   Oh you think it's funny, that you don't owe me money   It's about to get ugly, fuck it dog I'm hungry   I guess you know what that mean, come up off that green   Five niggaz 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   Bitches 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 shit?   with this one here, I flip shit   Niggaz know when I kick shit   It's gonna be some slick shit   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, wit' that 4 4   Now it's time for bed   Two more to the head, got the floor red   Yea that nigga's dead   Another unsolved mystery, is goin' down in history   Niggaz ain't never did shit to me   Bitch ass niggaz can't get to me   Gots to make the move, got a point to prove   Gotta make 'em grove, got 'em all like ooh   So the next time, you hear this nigga rhyme   Try to keep your mind, on gettin pussy and prime      Chorus(1x)      (Uzi) TALK IS CHEAP MUTHA FUCKA... (FUCKA)