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Ruff Ryders "Scenario 2000" {feat. DMX,Eve,Jadakiss,Styles P,Sheek Louch,Drag-On}
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ruff Ryders
Ruff Ryders
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eve
Eve
Composer
Kasseem Dean
Kasseem Dean
Composer
Earl Simmons
Earl Simmons
Composer
David Styles
David Styles
Composer
Jason Phillips
Jason Phillips
Composer
Mel Smalls
Mel Smalls
Composer
Sean Jacobs
Sean Jacobs
Composer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
See y'all don't understand us, you know
Ruff Ryders is a family
Ruff Ryders
Let's go (Swizz)
[Verse 2]
This is the darkest shit, sparkest shit
Hittin' wit the hardest shit, 'cause before we started shit
With kids I knew my fuckin' friends all turned against me (What)
Said fuck it, bought me a dog ever since me and my dog has been like this
He got my back, I got his, schemin' on mad **** (What)
That's how we do biz
It's about time to start another robbin' spree
'Cause yo, my way is highway robbery
When I was up north since 16 I was sendin' **** home in a coffin (What)
Livin' like a orphan, you bad ****? (What)
I'll be back to see if you'll still be here
You know my style will put yo fuckin' man in a wheelchair (Come on)
He'll never walk again, on the strength of me
That's how I left him, G, scared to death of me
**** cannot run, hit with the hot one
From the shotgun, cats was close, wondered how we got done
[Verse 3]
Yo, yo, E-V-E
My dogs believe in me
Petty thugs hide your cake, never teasin' me
I show love to all my bitches hustlin' ones, tussle with these
Makin' moves, second to none, I locked it, huh
Made a sudden move, you got bit
Flooded with the double R, real street shit
The blond hair bandit, you got guns, hand it
Turn my face when I bust a cannon
'Cause I don't wear sunblock
Ask drag if the fire is hot (Flame on, baby)
Shit pop shells, fall three feet, roll over and stop
We warn **** that we coming', then we total the block
We scorn **** like they mothers, then we wet up they socks
Red dot, escapin' on a radar to seashore, then hide out
And buy out bars 'til we see far
In this game, we beat y'all, you got money?
Keep y'alls, for us be tearin' tryin' to hide, then tear out fire
Then the fire beats y'alls
[Verse 4]
And you can come see me if you tryin' to get some grams tonight
'Cause I can get it for you, raw, gray, tan or white
Fuck rap, yo I rather be plannin' the flights
Somewhere hot on a wave runner, tanning with dykes
Blowin' the haze, while all of 'em givin' me brains
One at a time, y'all start from the front of the line
But everybody wanna contact me, and get with me
And still end up bein' mad 'cause I charge 50
And as for you suckers, you can keep those raps
And screw yo awards, my son can't eat those plaques
I never was shipped but some things I never forget
Like if you spent three you guaranteed to make back six
Drove the Benz off the lot and just dusted her off
Tints, rims, stashed, took the governor off
Even the cats that be hatin' still be lovin' the dogs
'Cause they know that the double R's comin' for war, what
[Verse 5]
You ain't ready to die, then why should you live?
'Cause when I start bustin' the guns you hidin' the kids
And the pier's still ridin' with clips, survivin' with bricks
We beefin' on the 4th, you got to die on the 5th
Like I wasn't hustlin' dope or robbin' the blocks
Starvin' or not, carvin' the cheek, palmin' the Glock
I figure which **** could I watch with a watch
I like to knock off my crack then I pull off a heist
Put it together, double it twice, this shit is my life
Catch me with a .45, hot pair of Nikes
And three red dice, like, give me the bank or give me your face
Gimme a shank, it's holiday
The hooptie's in the front but the truck is a mile away
**** wanna ride tomorrow when they'll probably die today
'Cause the Pio'll hollow the guns, then holla at son (I feel you ****)
And when he go to holla back, **** swallowin' one
[Verse 6]
Y'all them bust in them crowd **** and hit whoever
When you should aim for them **** that took yo leather
They right there, but you scared that they gon' bust
'Cause they crazy, but crazy **** bleed like us
See I'm one shot through the heart like Cupid
Y'all **** might be crazy but y'all not stupid
It's 99, I'm killin' you, woman and kid
Fuck Scarface, watch me, I'm more action to see
Than the motherfuckers that y'all see on TV
And fuck what you heard, check how Sheek get down
Comes the gun, shit, I'm rhymin' with one on me now
You never know what clown could walk in the studio
Talkin' shit, and there's gon' be more than the amps that blow
I'll pour gas on yo skin and watch yo shit detach
With a book of matches, now that's when you met yo match
And the worst thing for you is for me to have a gun when I'm thirsty
I'll turn **** more holy man than Eddie Murphy
And I deal with more bricks than that city do in Jersey
I got call cops ****, I got autops ****
That'll bust you and slide with some of 6-drop ****
Revolver pop ****, easy ox ****
Get knocked, say I smoked detox ****
Drug program, hit the streets and cop 56 more grams
Y'all **** ain't fuckin' with the fam and that's word
[Verse 7]
Hey yo, hey yo boy, what's the difference between fire and water?
You either drown or die off torture 'cause yo skin's off ya
And watch you burn off fat, dog I'm off the thermostat
Could put a comb to my mouth and give yo bitch a perm with that
Keep shells in the envelopes 'cause I'll mail out bullets
More blood than a riot on a jailhouse footage
Buck 40, got a extra 20 with the semi
When it hit you, you gon' do a 360 pretty swiftly
When I burn you to a crisp you gon' be crunchier than chips
With my hand all up in the bag, munchin' on this shit
Bit by bit, clip by clip and every block by block is brick on brick
So I got knots on knots, got things that'll pop yo top
And double R spot yo block with sixteen shots and watch y'all drop
And ain't nobody gettin' up, 'less they in the wheelchair
Sittin' up or spittin' up, either way I don't give a fuck
Written by: DMX, David Styles, Eve Jeffers, Jason Phillips, Kasseem Dean, Mel Smalls, Sean Jacobs

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