Lyrics:

(Swizz Beatz)**lf**See y''all don''t understand us you know**lf**Ruff Ryderz is a family**lf**Ruff Ryderz... Ruff Ryderz... Ruff Ryderz**lf**Lets go... Swizz Beatz**lf****lf**(DMX)**lf**This is the darkest shit sparkest shit**lf**Hittin wit the hardest shit ''cause before we started shit**lf**Wit kidz I knew my fuckin'' friendz all turned against me**lf**Said fuck it bought me a dog ever since me and my dog has been like this**lf**He got my back I got his schemin on mad niggaz**lf**Dats how we do bidz**lf**It''s about time to start another, robbin spree**lf**''Cause yo, my way is highway, robbery**lf**When I was up north since 16 I was sendin niggaz home in a coffin**lf**Livin'' like a orphan, you bad nigga?**lf**I''ll be back to see if you''ll be still here**lf**You know my style will put yo fuckin'' man, in a wheelchair**lf**He''ll never walk again, on the strength of me**lf**Dats how I left him G, scared to death of me**lf**Niggaz cannot run, hit wit da hot one**lf**From the shotgun, catz was close wondered how we got done...**lf****lf**(Eve)**lf**Yo yo, E-V-E**lf**My dogz believe in me**lf**Petty thugz hide yo cake, never teasin me**lf**I show love to, all my bitches hustlin one''z, tussle wit these**lf**Makin'' moves, second to none, I locked it, huh**lf**Made a sudden move you got bit**lf**Flooded wit the double R, real street shit**lf**Da blond hair bandit, you got gunz, hand it**lf**Turn my face when I bust a cannon**lf**''Cause I don''t wear sunblock**lf**Ask Drag if the fire is hot (Flame On baby)**lf**Shit pop shellz, fall three feet, roll over and stop**lf**We warn niggaz that we comin'', then we total the block**lf**We scorn niggaz like they mothers, then we wet up they socks**lf**Red dot, excapin on a radar, to seashore, then hide out**lf**And buy out bars till we see far**lf**In this game, we beat y''all, you got money?**lf**Keep y''alls, for us be tearin tryin'' to hide, then tear out fire**lf**Beat y''alls**lf****lf**(JadaKiss)**lf**And you can come see me if you tryin'' to**lf**Get some gramz for the night**lf**''Cause I can get it for you raw, gray, tan or white**lf**Fuck rap yo, I''d rather be plannin the flights**lf**Somewhere hot on a wave runner, tanning wit dykes**lf**Blowin'' the haze, while all of ''em givin'' me brains**lf**One at a time, y''all start from the front of the line**lf**But everybody wanna contact me, and get wit me**lf**And still end up bein mad ''cause I charge 50**lf**And as for you suckaz, you can keep those rapz**lf**And screw yo awardz, my son can''t eat those plaques**lf**I never was shipped but some thingz I never forget**lf**Like if you spent three you guaranteed to make back six**lf**Drove the Benz off the lot and just dusted her off**lf**Tints, rims, stashed, tick the governor off**lf**Even the catz that be hatin'' still be lovin'' the dogz**lf**''Cause they know that the double R''s comin'' for war**lf**Wha**lf****lf****lf****lf**(Styles)**lf**You ain''t ready to die, then why should you live?**lf**''Cause when I start bustin'' the gunz you hidin the kids**lf**And the Pieer''s still ridin'' wit clips, survivin wit bricks**lf**We beefin on the 4th you got to die on the 5th**lf**Like I wasn''t hustlin dope or robbin the blocks**lf**Starvin or not, carvin the cheek, palmin the glock**lf**I figure which nigga could I watch wit a watch**lf**I like to knock off my crack then I pull off a heist**lf**Put it together, double it twice this shit is my life**lf**Catch me wit a .45, hot pair of Nikes**lf**And three red dice, like, give me the bank or gimmie yo face**lf**Gimmie a shank It''s Holiday (Uh)**lf**The hooptie''s in the front but the truck is a mile away**lf**Niggaz wanna ride tomorrow when they''ll probabaly die today**lf**''Cause da Pio''ll hollow the gunz**lf**Then holla at son (I feel you nigga)**lf**And when he go to holla back, niggaz swallowin one**lf****lf**(Sheek)**lf**Y''all dem bust in them crowd niggaz and hit whoever**lf**When you should aim for them niggaz that took yo leather**lf**They right there, but you scared that they gon bust**lf**''Cause they crazy, but crazy niggaz bleed like us**lf**See I''m one shot through the heart like Cupid**lf**Y''all niggaz might be crazy, but y''all not stupid**lf**It''s 99, I''m killin'' you, woman and kid**lf**Fuck Scarface, watch me, I''m mo action to see**lf**Than the muthafuckaz that y''all see on TV**lf**And fuck what you heard, check how Sheek get down**lf**Comes the gun, shit, I''m rhymin wit one on me now**lf**You neva know, what clown could walk in the studio**lf**Talkin'' shit, and there''s gon be more than the amps that blow**lf**I''ll pour gas on yo skin and watch yo shit detach**lf**Wit a book of matches, now dats when you met yo match**lf**And the worst thing for you is for me to have a gun when I''m thirsty**lf**I''ll turn niggaz more Holy Man, than Eddie Murphy**lf**And I deal wit mo bricks than that city do in Jersey**lf**I got call cops niggaz**lf**I got autops niggaz, that''ll bust you and slide**lf**Wit some of 6-drop niggaz**lf**Revolver Pop niggaz, easy Ox niggaz, get knocked**lf**Say I smoked detox niggaz**lf**Drug program, hit the streetz and cop 56 mo gramz**lf**Y''all niggaz ain''t fuckin'' wit the fam and dats word**lf****lf**(Drag-On)**lf**Hey yo boy, what''s the difference between fire and water?**lf**You whether drown or die off torture, cause yo skins of ya**lf**And watch ya burn off fat, dog I''m off the thermostat**lf**Could put a comb to my mouth and give yo bitch a perm wit that**lf**Keep shellz in the envelopes ''cause I''ll mail out bullets**lf**More blood that a riot on a jailhouse footage**lf**Buck 40, got a extra 20 wit the semi, when it hit you**lf**You gon do a 360 pretty swiftly**lf**When I burn you to a crisp you gon be crunchier than chips**lf**Wit my hand all up in the bag, munchin on this shit**lf**Bit by bit, clip by clip and every block by block is brick on brick**lf**So I got knots on knots, got thingz that''ll pop yo top**lf**And double R spot yo block wit 16 shots and watch y''all drop**lf**And ain''t nobody gettin'' up, lest they in the wheelchair**lf**Sittin'' up or spittin'' up, either way I don''t give a fuck