Lyrics:

(Swizz Beatz)See y''all don''t understand us you knowRuff Ryderz is a familyRuff Ryderz... Ruff Ryderz... Ruff RyderzLets go... Swizz Beatz(DMX)This is the darkest shit sparkest shitHittin wit the hardest shit ''cause before we started shitWit kidz I knew my fuckin'' friendz all turned against meSaid fuck it bought me a dog ever since me and my dog has been like thisHe got my back I got his schemin on mad niggazDats how we do bidzIt''s about time to start another, robbin spree''Cause yo, my way is highway, robberyWhen I was up north since 16 I was sendin niggaz home in a coffinLivin'' like a orphan, you bad nigga?I''ll be back to see if you''ll be still hereYou know my style will put yo fuckin'' man, in a wheelchairHe''ll never walk again, on the strength of meDats how I left him G, scared to death of meNiggaz cannot run, hit wit da hot oneFrom the shotgun, catz was close wondered how we got done...(Eve)Yo yo, E-V-EMy dogz believe in mePetty thugz hide yo cake, never teasin meI show love to, all my bitches hustlin one''z, tussle wit theseMakin'' moves, second to none, I locked it, huhMade a sudden move you got bitFlooded wit the double R, real street shitDa blond hair bandit, you got gunz, hand itTurn my face when I bust a cannon''Cause I don''t wear sunblockAsk Drag if the fire is hot (Flame On baby)Shit pop shellz, fall three feet, roll over and stopWe warn niggaz that we comin'', then we total the blockWe scorn niggaz like they mothers, then we wet up they socksRed dot, excapin on a radar, to seashore, then hide outAnd buy out bars till we see farIn this game, we beat y''all, you got money?Keep y''alls, for us be tearin tryin'' to hide, then tear out fireBeat y''alls(JadaKiss)And you can come see me if you tryin'' toGet some gramz for the night''Cause I can get it for you raw, gray, tan or whiteFuck rap yo, I''d rather be plannin the flightsSomewhere hot on a wave runner, tanning wit dykesBlowin'' the haze, while all of ''em givin'' me brainsOne at a time, y''all start from the front of the lineBut everybody wanna contact me, and get wit meAnd still end up bein mad ''cause I charge 50And as for you suckaz, you can keep those rapzAnd screw yo awardz, my son can''t eat those plaquesI never was shipped but some thingz I never forgetLike if you spent three you guaranteed to make back sixDrove the Benz off the lot and just dusted her offTints, rims, stashed, tick the governor offEven the catz that be hatin'' still be lovin'' the dogz''Cause they know that the double R''s comin'' for warWha(Styles)You ain''t ready to die, then why should you live?''Cause when I start bustin'' the gunz you hidin the kidsAnd the Pieer''s still ridin'' wit clips, survivin wit bricksWe beefin on the 4th you got to die on the 5thLike I wasn''t hustlin dope or robbin the blocksStarvin or not, carvin the cheek, palmin the glockI figure which nigga could I watch wit a watchI like to knock off my crack then I pull off a heistPut it together, double it twice this shit is my lifeCatch me wit a .45, hot pair of NikesAnd three red dice, like, give me the bank or gimmie yo faceGimmie a shank It''s Holiday (Uh)The hooptie''s in the front but the truck is a mile awayNiggaz wanna ride tomorrow when they''ll probabaly die today''Cause da Pio''ll hollow the gunzThen holla at son (I feel you nigga)And when he go to holla back, niggaz swallowin one(Sheek)Y''all dem bust in them crowd niggaz and hit whoeverWhen you should aim for them niggaz that took yo leatherThey right there, but you scared that they gon bust''Cause they crazy, but crazy niggaz bleed like usSee I''m one shot through the heart like CupidY''all niggaz might be crazy, but y''all not stupidIt''s 99, I''m killin'' you, woman and kidFuck Scarface, watch me, I''m mo action to seeThan the muthafuckaz that y''all see on TVAnd fuck what you heard, check how Sheek get downComes the gun, shit, I''m rhymin wit one on me nowYou neva know, what clown could walk in the studioTalkin'' shit, and there''s gon be more than the amps that blowI''ll pour gas on yo skin and watch yo shit detachWit a book of matches, now dats when you met yo matchAnd the worst thing for you is for me to have a gun when I''m thirstyI''ll turn niggaz more Holy Man, than Eddie MurphyAnd I deal wit mo bricks than that city do in JerseyI got call cops niggazI got autops niggaz, that''ll bust you and slideWit some of 6-drop niggazRevolver Pop niggaz, easy Ox niggaz, get knockedSay I smoked detox niggazDrug program, hit the streetz and cop 56 mo gramzY''all niggaz ain''t fuckin'' wit the fam and dats word(Drag-On)Hey yo boy, what''s the difference between fire and water?You whether drown or die off torture, cause yo skins of yaAnd watch ya burn off fat, dog I''m off the thermostatCould put a comb to my mouth and give yo bitch a perm wit thatKeep shellz in the envelopes ''cause I''ll mail out bulletsMore blood that a riot on a jailhouse footageBuck 40, got a extra 20 wit the semi, when it hit youYou gon do a 360 pretty swiftlyWhen I burn you to a crisp you gon be crunchier than chipsWit my hand all up in the bag, munchin on this shitBit by bit, clip by clip and every block by block is brick on brickSo I got knots on knots, got thingz that''ll pop yo topAnd double R spot yo block wit 16 shots and watch y''all dropAnd ain''t nobody gettin'' up, lest they in the wheelchairSittin'' up or spittin'' up, either way I don''t give a fuck