Aiyyo these niggaz is crazy baby They can't f*** with the Dog (Ya know) Yo swizz, swizz (My nigga) Swizz, swizz, swizz
Another one? (Swizz) Another one? (Another one?) Are we bein' greedy or what? I don't think so
C'mon baby, like you don't know these streets is, that bad They'll find yo' body but in pieces 'Cause the beast is on some real cruddy s*** About to split yo' wig with some bloody s***
I ain't droppin' nuttin' but that ugly s*** (C'mon) Bite yo hand like I tried yo man 'cause what you sayin' is nuttin' Must really think I'm playin' but I'll be layin' while you bluffin' Look out, they done let that crook out, and I took out Enough of yo' family, to have a f*****' cookout
But what kind of get-together, is it when everyone get hit together Or when I'm in the chair, just before they hit the leather (C'mon) I'ma say it, 'til I know, how much strength is left And curse all who will breathe in the stench of death
Though on the sixth day after I'm buried I will rise Enbalmin' fluid in my veins and blood, in my eyes And them guys that was laughin' don't even smile anymore How many four-pound rounds can yo' ass endure?
Twenty more, of that raw, stripped to the flesh (What) A thousand pounds of pressure S*** that rip through the vest and pull yo' chest But what's a Ruff Ryder supposed to do, when you frontin'? Give you niggaz what you wantin', muh'f*****, nuttin'
