Tytuł: We In Here

• Wykonawca: DMX
• Wyświetleń: 298

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 niggaz hair dew
  Spit rays, pop off C's and graze niggaz fades
  I creep in a Mustang, bust my heat in the rain
  Till they get a rust stain
  Y'all niggaz heard of me, probably wanna 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 bitches
  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 fucked up cause E-V-E bit you
  Flex knows what the real is
  That's why he deal wit
  Ruff Ryders baby droppin bombs nigga feel this
  
  [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)
  
  [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 shit crash, feel like Six Flags
  And ya'll niggaz cant 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
  Niggaz just like you they rather not look
  I inspired y'all niggaz to flow
  I'ma always get money so I admire ya'll niggas 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 y'all niggaz is under that
  
  [Jadakiss]
  If you runnin with the P. you gonna get your turn
  Tuck my gun while its hot to feel my dick hair burn
  Might come through the spot where the shottie and what
  Body to block and hot wanna the Bacardi wit rocks
  I aint never drive a bike but I ride on the back
  Rob wit a gat, shit I still ride wit my craps
  If you wanna go to war we can tally it up
  Escalate and venally it up, what?
  
  [Chorus]
  Ruff Ryders (We in here!)
  Ruff Ryders (We stayin here!)
  Ruff Ryders (Ain't goin no where,
  Ain't hidin no where, ain't runnin no where)
  
  [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 shit 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 shit to kill you quick
  And I don't wrestle unless chicks do bad on my dick
  Flex know I bring somethin hot to the spot
  
  [DMX]
  What would you rather have the 10 you found or the 5 you earned
  Became a man at 6 cause at 5 you learned
  Don't take nothin for granted except death
  Man of the house cause you the last nigga left
  I see how it's going dizzy with the shit so we can blast a rhyme
  Hope the Lord got your soul cause your ass is mine
  Every time you turn around niggas know that I be right there
  East turned to West coast, cravin for the nightmare
  Don't give a fuck about what you sling
  Cause you ain't slingin that shit, or bringin that shit
  Up the hill, but you still singin that shit
  Talkin shit like you know what its like to walk this shit
  Get on some stalkin shit
  So you know what niggaz rule New York and shit
  I'm just thinkin all the business and how to handle ya'll niggaz
  All the families that I got lightin candles for niggaz
  Breathin revelence, grandmothers fallen out and need the sedatives
  Mom huggin the casket wishin that she raised a better kid
  
  [Swizz Beatz]
  Y'all niggaz actors
  I'll put your face where your muthafuckin back was
  Im tired of y'all niggaz actors
  
  Y'all know what y'all gonna get
  And y'all niggaz know damn well who y'all fuckin wit
  Little slim nigga like me, big gun like this
  And my gun bust and gun never miss
  I'm the nigga that make ya miss Christmas
  When we go to court you know shit dismissed
  
  [Chorus x4]
  Ruff Ryders (We in here!)
  Ruff Ryders (We stayin here!)
  Ruff Ryders (Ain't goin nowhere,
  Ain't hidin nowhere, ain't runnin nowhere)