Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Scenario 2000, artist - Eve. Date of issue: 13.09.1999
Song language: English
Scenario 2000 |
| See y’all don’t understand us you know |
| Ruff Ryderz is a family |
| Ruff Ryderz… Ruff Ryderz… Ruff Ryderz |
| Lets go… Swizz Beatz |
| This is the darkest shit sparkest shit |
| Hittin wit the hardest shit cuz before we started shit |
| Wit kidz I knew my fuckin friendz all turned against me 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 niggaz |
| Dats how we do bidz |
| It’s about time to start another, robbin spree |
| Cuz yo, my way is highway, robbery |
| When I was up north since 16 I was sendin niggaz home in a coffin |
| Livin like a orphan, you bad nigga? |
| I’ll be back to see if you’ll be still here |
| You know my style will put yo fuckin man, in a wheelchair |
| He’ll never walk again, on the strength of me Dats how I left him G, scared to death of me Niggaz cannot run, hit wit da hot one |
| From the shotgun, catz was close wondered how we got done… |
| Yo yo, E-V-E |
| My dogz believe in me Petty thugz hide yo cake, never teasin me I show love to, all my bitches hustlin one’z, tussle wit these |
| Makin moves, second to none, I locked it, huh |
| Made a sudden move you got bit |
| Flooded wit the double R, real street shit |
| Da blond hair bandit, you got gunz, hand it Turn my face when I bust a cannon |
| Cuz I don’t wear sunblock |
| Ask Drag if the fire is hot (Flame On baby) |
| Shit pop shellz, fall three feet, roll over and stop |
| We warn niggaz that we comin, then we total the block |
| We scorn niggaz like they mothers, then we wet up they socks |
| Red dot, excapin on a radar, to seashore, then hide out |
| And buy out bars till 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 |
| Beat y’alls |
| And you can come see me if you tryin to Get some gramz for the night |
| Cuz I can get it for you raw, gray, tan or white |
| Fuck rap yo, I’d rather be plannin the flights |
| Somewhere hot on a wave runner, tanning wit 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 wit me And still end up bein mad cuz I charge 50 |
| And as for you suckaz, you can keep those rapz |
| And screw yo awardz, my son can’t eat those plaques |
| I never was shipped but some thingz I never forget |
| Like if you spent three you garanteed to make back six |
| Drove the Benz off the lot and just dusted her off |
| Tints, rims, stashed, tick the governer off |
| Even the catz that be hatin still be lovin the dogz |
| Cuz they know that the double R’s comin for war |
| Wha |
| You ain’t ready to die, then why should you live? |
| Cuz when I start bustin the gunz you hidin the kids |
| And the Pieer’s still ridin wit clips, survivin wit bricks |
| We beefin on the 4th you got to die on the 5th |
| Like I wasnt hustlin dope or robbin the blocks |
| Starvin or not, carvin the cheek, palmin the glock |
| I figure which nigga could I watch wit 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 wit a .45, hot pair of Nikes |
| And three red dice, like, give me the bank or gimmie yo face |
| Gimmie a shank It’s Holiday (Uh) |
| The hooptie’s in the front but the truck is a mile away |
| Niggaz wanna ride tommorow when they’ll probabaly die today |
| Cuz da Pio’ll hollow the gunz |
| Then holla at son (I feel you nigga) |
| And when he go to holla back, niggaz swallowin one |
| Y’all dem bust in them crowd niggaz and hit whoever |
| When you should aim for them niggaz that took yo leather |
| They right there, but you scared that they gon bust |
| Cause they crazy, but crazy niggaz bleed like us See I’m one shot thru the heart like Cupid |
| Y’all niggaz might be crazy, but y’all not stupid |
| It’s 99, I’m killin you, woman and kid |
| Fuck Scarface, watch me, I’m mo action to see |
| Than the muthafuckaz that y’all see on T.V. |
| And fuck what you heard, check how Sheek get down |
| Comes the gun, shit, I’m rhymin wit one on me now |
| You neva 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 |
| Wit a book of matches, now dats 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 niggaz more Holy Man, than Eddie Murphy |
| And I deal wit mo bricks than that city do in Jersey |
| I got call cops niggaz |
| I got autops niggaz, that’ll bust you and slide |
| Wit some of 6-drop niggaz |
| Revolver Pop niggaz, easy Ox niggaz, get knocked |
| Say I smoked detox niggaz |
| Drug program, hit the streetz and cop 56 mo gramz |
| Y’all niggaz ain’t fuckin wit the fam and dats word |
| Hey yo boy, whats the difference between fire and water? |
| You whether drown or die off torture, cause yo skins of ya And watch ya burn off fat, dog I’m off the thermostat |
| Could put a comb to my mouth and give yo bitch a perm wit that |
| Keep shellz in the envelopes cuz I’ll mail out bullets |
| More blood that a riot on a jailhouse footage |
| Buck 40, got a extra 20 wit 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 |
| Wit 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 thingz that’ll pop yo top |
| And double R spot yo block wit 16 shots and watch y’all drop |
| And ain’t nobody gettin up, lest they in the wheelchair |
| Sittin up or spittin up, either way I don’t give a fuck |