| Yeah you know how we do it, Funk Flex, Big Kap, Def Jam |
| The Tunnel, Ruff Ryders, Let’s go baby |
| Ruff Ryders (We in here!) |
| Ruff Ryders (We stayin here!) |
| Ruff Ryders (Ain't goin nowhere, |
| Ain’t hidin nowhere, ain’t runnin nowhere) |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| Ruff Ryders (We in here!) |
| Ruff Ryders (We stayin here!) |
| Ruff Ryders (Ain't goin nowhere, |
| Ain’t hidin nowhere, ain’t runnin nowhere) |
| 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 |
| 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? |
| 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) |
| 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 |
| Ands 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| Ruff Ryders (We in here!) |
| Ruff Ryders (We stayin here!) |
| Ruff Ryders (Ain't goin nowhere, |
| Ain’t hidin nowhere, ain’t runnin nowhere) |