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Ruff Ryders
Ruff Ryders
Musiker:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
DMX
DMX
Komponist:in
Kasseem Dean
Kasseem Dean
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Swizz Beatz
Swizz Beatz
Produzent:in
Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
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Lyrics

If I thought y'all niggaz really wanted drama I'da been pulled out the armor, word to my momma I'ma hit y'all niggaz with somethin' that you ain't never felt (What?) Hit y'all niggaz for frontin' you caught up in that hell (What?) If I thought that half the shit that bitches said was true I'd be spitting lead at you, to dead your crew But if you know a bitch? You don't listen to that bitch You don't argue with that bitch, all you do is fuck that bitch If I listened to all the snake niggaz that's runnin' they mouth I wouldn't be in the crib, I'd be loadin' up, to run in your house But you can't fuck with cowards, cause a coward'll be a coward He'll end up killin' these cowards, and I'm not feelin' these cowards If I let the niggaz around my way tell me how to feel about me I guess I really, wouldn't be D But I'm the best that ever did it, the best at it because I live it How many niggaz eat it and shit it, you cats want it? Come and get it Tell me how you feelin' now I know you illin' now Tell me how you feelin' now I know you illin' now Tell me how you feelin' now I know you illin' now Tell me how you feelin' now I know you illin' now It's not like me to have my back turned to open places I wanna see it when it's comin', so I can open faces Open cases got me payin' to stay out of jail (What?) While these streets, got me to prayin' to stay out of hell (C'mon) Slipped and I fell, got back up slipped again But no matter what it's been, niggaz never got a win It's a thin line I walk, everyday but I'm good with it Project nigga all my life, but wouldn't say the hood did it Knew what I was doin', everyday that I've been doin' it (Okay) Seein' niggaz havin' a good time, so I'ma ruin it (Yeah) Fuck you, and fuck your man, both y'all niggaz is puss Frontin' like you out the jungle but ain't never seen a bush When push comes to shove Whatever love we had take it witchu Now peep what I just said and see how long it takes to hit you Everybody knows you can talk all day (Yes) But when it's on what you gonna do walk away (Yes) Tell me how you feelin' now I know you illin' now Tell me how you feelin' now I know you illin' now Tell me how you feelin' now I know you illin' now Tell me how you feelin' now I know you illin' now Man, I told you I lock jaws, carry a glock four Close my eyes on y'all niggaz, the bullets'll watch yours Then I gotta open up another can of ass whippin' Y'all niggaz better pucker up, time for some real ass kissin' I'm a simple man, I lead a simple life, I mean simple like I don't need much to be aight, live off the land, eat at night Handle whatever's comin' when I get there, but I'm good (What?) Dismantle whatever's comin' Y'all niggaz sit there and put up hoods How my niggaz feelin? (Good) How my niggaz like it? (Rough) What my niggaz want? (Blood) We stay callin' niggaz bluff But if it's got to be, then it's gon' be C'mon let's eat Whatever my niggaz want from me Is what my niggaz gonna get from me And if I ever let the words, of another nigga bother me I might as well let the sperm, of that other nigga father me But they know, like I know, the black Rhino Niggaz rippin' through 'em and let the nine blow Nigga die slow (Oh, oh, oh) Tell me how you feelin' now I know you illin' now Tell me how you feelin' now I know you illin' now Tell me how you feelin' now I know you illin' now Tell me how you feelin' now I know you illin' now Tell me how you feelin' now I know you illin' now Tell me how you feelin' now I know you illin' now Tell me how you feelin' now I know you illin' now Tell me how you feelin' now I know you illin' now Tell me how you feelin' now I know you illin' now Tell me how you feelin' now I know you illin' now Tell me how you feelin' now I know you illin' now Tell me how you feelin' now I know you illin' now Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce (What?, what?, what?, what?, what?) (What?, what?, what?, what?) Ruff Ryders, Volume One, the compilation DMX, Swizz Beats, uhh, double up (What?, what?, what?, what?, what?) (What?, what?, what?, what?) Double up, y'all gotta feel us Y'all gotta feel us
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