Ruff Ryders | Lyrics | Do That S***

Sick when she rock s***, stop when block s***
Never try to run when she pull back the c*** s***
Stop, drop, shut 'em down open up shop s***
Got 'em goin' crazy, wonderin' when they could cop s***

First lady, Ruff Ryder, honey got the hot s***
Star-bound, money now, for jet-black drop s***
Eve guarantee, betcha' niggaz wanna pop this
Little kids be behind me screamin' out, "Can you stop Miss?"

I know they daddy's fiendin', daydreamin' bout me topless
Real b****** listen while they ride around and knock my s***
Try not to move ya head, come on now, stop it
Hustle nigga betty take yours quicker than coke profit

'Cuz I can double it, and put
B**** on b****, brick on brick, stich on stich, who you f*****' wit?
Not me, can't a nigga or b**** stop me
You hatin' mothafuckas line up for your first copy

Y'all f*****' with the right ones, uhh
Role it up and just lite some, uhh
Where my niggaz with the big guns?
And when you smoke that s*** it's like, whoa, whoa

Y'all f*****' with the right ones, uhh
Role it up and just lite some, uhh
Where my b****** that take ones?
And when you smoke that s*** it's like, whoa, whoa

Uh, yo start the b***, hold up, ran when we rolled up
Tough guy, wanna try ya luck? Betcha' fold up
Ask around partner, got this whole s*** sewed up
Gotcha' cryin' like, "Man I wanna blow up"

Cowards make me sick, swear to god I wanna throw-up
Answer in a session with me? You better flow tough
Offended? Don't agree with what I'm sayin' nigga? So what?
Now I gotta teach you respect, you better slow up

Question, 'Can she really hold it down?' Sure enough
Philly's where she from, but when she smoke, she like to go Dutch
You know what? Quick to take the next man Shyne
Quick to make him start bitchin' make the next man whine

F***** babies!! Go ahead and lay down, it's nap-time
Same s*** you spittin', heard it in your last rhyme
Ain't to much thatchu' could do, so that'chure skills could pass mine
Career fineto, here's some dough, go watch a peep show

Y'all f*****' with the right ones, uhh
Role it up and just lite some, uhh
Where my niggaz with the big guns?
And when you smoke that s*** it's like, whoa, whoa

Y'all f*****' with the right ones, uhh
Role it up and just lite some, uhh
Where my b****** that take ones?
And when you smoke that s*** it's like, whoa, whoa

What me to talk crazy, s***, my mom's made me
And all ya'll niggas can do is spend a paybie
Ain't gonna never change, do anything for bricks
Call my celly to come get you while I pass you in your Range

Nigga ride ya shotgun in the car wit' your friends
And what the f*** you wanna do? But wanna blow out your brains?
Clown, I spot 'em from the time you buy me a drink
Instantly I get a vision of diamond studded links
And full ink minks, and little doggies dyed pink

'Cuz I know ya wanna spend your last, before you even think
If you know somethin', speak the s***, I can keep a secret
To me, the niggas with the most money, is the cheapest
Wanna give me money off the book? Daddy you can keep it

That's why they got the most sites, and in the most fights
And walk with big brolic niggas thats protectin' they life
If you know you pussy nigga, take off the ice

Y'all f*****' with the right ones, uhh
Role it up and just lite some, uhh
Where my niggaz with the big guns?
And when you smoke that s*** it's like, whoa, whoa

Y'all f*****' with the right ones, uhh
Role it up and just lite some, uhh
Where my b****** that take ones?
And when you smoke that s*** it's like, whoa, whoa