Ruff Ryders: The great

[DMX]WoohCome onWoohUh, uh, woohCome onWoohUh, uh uhMan, I hear you niggas talkinBut'choo walkin the wrong way to really mean itI done heard it, I done seen it, don't get caught up in between itIts a dark road you walkin on, same street that I be stalkin onSuppose to be quiet, but you keep talkin onNow ya mouth got you in some shitSo we gon' let everybody see your gangsta ass get smaked like a bitchGuess I'll remind y'all niggas, I can find y'all niggasClick click, whats up, walk up right behind y'all niggasOnce the four four hit'chaYou ain't going no where but out the door on a stretchaBoy, I'ma get'chaWet y'all niggas up like a pool'Cuz I done told you, Y'ALL GON' MAKE ME LOSE MY COOLYo Knock get the glock, these bitch niggas is actinMaking movies, we'll make a movie about this shit after is happenedAll that yappin, that them niggas is gettin away withTake it easy my friend, let 'em know, dog ain't to be played withChorus: DMXA nigga gotta take a girl with the backI'm fuckin with the hood and I'm backI wish you understood why I'm backIt would take a lotta pressure off my backA nigga gotta take a girl with the backI'm fuckin with the hood and I'm backI wish you understood why I'm backIt would take a lotta pressure off my back[DMX]Uh, uh, uhMost of these hard rocks turn out to be soft as wet dog shitTalkin shit, but when the fog spits, dog they all splitThen all hit the ground around the same timeIn the same frame of mind, ?thangs up in the nine? left them bitches blind, hit 'em up from behindYeah, thats how you do thatAnd he had such a good head up on his shoulders, but I blew thatFuck you black, you new cats don't know somethin importantYou die quick fuckin with my shit, and my shits extortinHouse rules, when I speak, y'all niggas listenI drop jewels that y'all cats can't afford to keep missinDrinkin ??? fueled by drugsShits about to get real outta hand dog, betta get ya man dogRap shit comes second, I'ma show you what a robber doMention ice one more time and I'm robbin youTie you up for a week starvin youBeatin the shit outta you everday, cuz yo, these niggas gotta payChorus[DMX]Uh, uh, uhDog it ain't no secret 'bout how its going down once I put on the pressureIt ain't nothing but another nigga put on a stretcherWith a blanket over his face, take him to the morgue with the waste'Cuz he was in the wrong place at the wrong timeSo I gave it to him in his chestIn his throat, in his head, in his back, through his vest, YESAin't a whole lot to braking a nigga down fastThey call me black 'cuz thats how I'm gon' be on that assY'all pussy niggas think y'all sweetBut ain't a fuckin thing going down til I eatSo can I beef? You betta while you still got teeth'Cuz they about to get knocked out, hopped outOn that ass with a blast that'll make ya shit drop outPopped out, through a you know whatCuz you know why, and you know myMotherfuckin name up in this gameAnd bitch, you know IWill never be crossed flippin, but on some east coast termsNew York niggas do, fuck the permsChorus