| Wooh
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| Come on Wooh
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| Uh, uh, wooh
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| Come on Wooh
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| Uh, uh uh Man, I hear you niggas talkin
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| But'choo walkin the wrong way to really mean it I done heard it, I done seen it, don't get caught up in between it Its a dark road you walkin on, same street that I be stalkin on Suppose to be quiet, |
| but you keep talkin on Now ya mouth got you in some shit
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| So we gon’let everybody see your gangsta ass get smaked like a bitch
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| Guess I’ll remind y’all niggas, I can find y’all niggas
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| Click click, whats up, walk up right behind y’all niggas
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| Once the four four hit’cha
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| You ain’t going no where but out the door on a stretcha
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| Boy, I’ma get’cha
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| Wet y’all niggas up like a pool
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| 'Cuz I done told you, Y’ALL GON’MAKE ME LOSE MY COOL
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| Yo Knock get the glock, these bitch niggas is actin
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| Making movies, we’ll make a movie about this shit after is happened
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| All that yappin, that them niggas is gettin away with
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| Take it easy my friend, let 'em know, dog ain’t to be played with
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| Chorus: DMX
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| A nigga gotta take the good with the bad
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| I’m fuckin with the hood and I’m glad
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| I wish you understood why I’m mad
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| cause it’d take a lot of pressure of my back
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| A nigga gotta take the good with the bad
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| I’m fuckin with the hood and I’m glad
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| I wish you understood why I’m mad
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| cause it’d take a lot of pressure of my back
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| Uh, uh, uh Most of these hard rocks turn out to be soft as wet dog shit
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| Talkin shit, but when the fog spits, dog they all split
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| Then all hit the ground around the same time
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| In the same frame of mind, ?thangs up in the nine?
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| left them bitches blind, hit 'em up from behind
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| Yeah, thats how you do that
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| And he had such a good head up on his shoulders, but I blew that
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| Fuck you black, you new cats don’t know somethin important
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| You die quick fuckin with my shit, and my shits extortin
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| House rules, when I speak, y’all niggas listen
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| I drop jewels that y’all cats can’t afford to keep missin
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| Drinkin ??? |
| fueled by drugs
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| Shits about to get real outta hand dog, betta get ya man dog
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| Rap shit comes second, I’ma show you what a robber do Mention ice one more time and I’m robbin you
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| Tie you up for a week starvin you
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| Beatin the shit outta you everday, cuz yo, these niggas gotta pay
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| Uh, uh, uh Dog it ain’t no secret 'bout how its going down once I put on the pressure
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| It ain’t nothing but another nigga put on a stretcher
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| With a blanket over his face, take him to the morgue with the waste
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| 'Cuz he was in the wrong place at the wrong time
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| So I gave it to him in his chest
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| In his throat, in his head, in his back, through his vest, YES
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| Ain’t a whole lot to braking a nigga down fast
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| They call me black 'cuz thats how I’m gon’be on that ass
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| Y’all pussy niggas think y’all sweet
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| But ain’t a fuckin thing going down til I eat
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| So can I beef? |
| You betta while you still got teeth
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| 'Cuz they about to get knocked out, hopped out
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| On that ass with a blast that’ll make ya shit drop out
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| Popped out, through a you know what
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| Cuz you know why, and you know my Motherfuckin name up in this game
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| And bitch, you know I Will never be crossed flippin, but on some east coast terms
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| New York niggas do, fuck the perms |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Great , by - Ruff Ryders. Song from the album Ryde Or Die Vol. II, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп