(feat. The Ruff Ryders)    [Swizz Beatz]  (mmm, mmmm)  See y'all don't understand us you know  Ruff Ryders is a family  Ruff Ryders... Ruff Ryders... Ruff Ryders  Lets go... Swizz Beatz    [DMX]  This is the darkest shit, sparkest shit  Hittin wit the hardest Shit, cuz before we started shit  Wit kidz I knew my friendz all turned against me  Said fuck it, bought me a dog ever since me and my dog has been like this  He got my back I got his, schemin on mad niggaz  Dats how we do bidz  It's about time to start another, robbin spree  Cause yo, my way is highway, robbery, chump  When I was up North, Sing-Sing I was sendin niggaz home in a coffin  Livin like a orphan, you bad nigga?   I'll be back to see if you'll be still here  You know my style I'll put yo fucking man, in a wheelchair  He'll never walk again, on the strength of me  Dats how I left him G, scared to death of me  Cannot run, hit wit the hot one  From the shotgun, cats was close, wondered how we got done    [Eve]  Yo yo, E-V-E  My dogz believe in me  Petty thugz hide yo cake, never teasin me  I show love to, all my bitches hustlin one'z, tussle wit thieves  Makin moves, second to none, I locked it, uh  Made a sudden move you got bit  Flooded wit the double R, real street shit  Da blond hair bandit, you got gunz, hand it  Turn my face when I bust a cannon  Cuz I don't wear sunblock  Ask Drag if the fire is hot   shit pop shellz, fall three feet, roll over and stop  We warn niggaz that we coming then we hold up the block  scorn niggaz like their mothers then we wet up their socks   red dye, escaping on the red eye ,sea shores then hide out  buy out bars till we see fall  Believe in this game, we beat y'all, you got money?  Keep y'alls, for us be tearin tryin to hide, then our fire  Beat y'alls    [JadaKiss]   And you can come see me if you tryin to make a gram tonight  Cause I can get it for you raw, gray, tan or white  Fuck rap yo, I'd rather be plannin a flight  Somewhere hot on a wave runner, tanning wit dykes  Blowin the haze, while all of em givin me brains  One at a time, y'all start from the front of the line  everybody wanna contact me and get wit me  but still end up being mad cuz i charge fifty  and as for you suka, you can keep those rapz  and Screw your awardz, my son can't eat those plaques  I never was shit but some things i never forget  like if you spend three your guaranteed to make back six  Drove the Benz off the lot and just dusted her off  Tints, rims, stashed, tick the governer off  Even the cats that be hatin still be lovin the dogs  Cause they know that the double R's comin for war  Wha    [Styles]  If you ain't ready to die, then why should you live?  Cuz when I start bustin the guns , you hidin the kids  And the Pieer's still ridin on clips, survivin wit bricks  We beefin on the 4th you got to die on the 5th  Like I wasnt hustlin dope or robbin the blocks  Starvin or not, carvin the cheek, palmin the glock  I figure which nigga could I watch wit a watch  I like to knock off my crack then I pull off a heist  Put it together, double it twice,this shit is my life   Catch me wit a 45, hot pair of Nikes  And three red dice, like, give me the bank or gimmie yo face  Gimmie a shank It's Holiday ugh  the hoopties in the front but the truckers a mile away  niggaz wanna ride tomorrow when they prolly die today  cause the P'll hollow the guns  Holla at sons if you feel a nigga holla back  then you swallow the ones    [Sheek]  (uh, uh, uh)  Y'all dem bust in them crowd niggaz and hit whoever  When you should aim for them niggaz that took yo leather  They right there, but you scared that they gon bust  Cause they crazy, but them crazy niggaz bleed like us  See I'm one shot thru the heart like Cupid  Y'all niggaz might be crazy, but y'all not stupid  its 99 im killings you women and kids  fuck scar-face watch me, im more action to see  than dem motherfuckers that yall see on T.V.  and fuck what you heard this how sheek get down  comes wit guns, shit im rhyming wit one on me now  you never know what clown goin ta walk into the studio  talking shit and its gonna be more than the amster blow  I pour gas on your skin and watch your shit detatch  lit and book of matches now thats when you have met your match  and the worst thing for you is to have a gun when im thursty  ill turn niggaz more holy man, than Eddie Murphy  i got more bricks than that city do with jersey  Yo i got call cops niggaz, I got autops niggaz, that'll bust you and slide  And some ol 6-drop niggaz  Revolver Pop niggaz, easy Ox niggaz   Get knocked, say we smoked detox niggaz  Drug program, hit the streetz we cop 56 mo gramz  Y'all niggaz ain't messin wit scrams   And that's    [Drag-On]  (come on, come on, come on,)   Boy, whats the difference between fire and water?  You whether drown or die off torture, cause yo skins of ya  And watch ya burn off fat, dog I'm off the thermostat  Could put a comb to my mouth and give yo bitch a perm wit that  Keep shellz in the envelopes cuz I'll mail out bullets  More blood that a riot on a jailhouse footage  Buck 40, buy the extra 20 wit the semi, when it hit you  You gon do a 360 pretty swiftly  when i burn you to a crisp you ganna be cruncher than chips  wit mah hand all up in da bag munchin on tha shit  bit by bit clip by clip and every block by block   is brick on brick I got knots on knots  Cause I got things that'll pop yo top  And double R spot yo block wit 16 shots and watch y'all drop  And ain't nobody gettin up, (un)less they in the wheelchair  Sittin up or spittin up, either way I don't give a fuck