Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Great, artist - Ruff Ryders. Album song Ryde Or Die Vol. II, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Interscope Geffen (A&M), Universal Music
Song language: English
The Great |
Wooh |
Come on Wooh |
Uh, uh, wooh |
Come on Wooh |
Uh, uh uh Man, I hear you niggas talkin |
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 |
So we gon’let everybody see your gangsta ass get smaked like a bitch |
Guess I’ll remind y’all niggas, I can find y’all niggas |
Click click, whats up, walk up right behind y’all niggas |
Once the four four hit’cha |
You ain’t going no where but out the door on a stretcha |
Boy, I’ma get’cha |
Wet y’all niggas up like a pool |
'Cuz I done told you, Y’ALL GON’MAKE ME LOSE MY COOL |
Yo Knock get the glock, these bitch niggas is actin |
Making movies, we’ll make a movie about this shit after is happened |
All that yappin, that them niggas is gettin away with |
Take it easy my friend, let 'em know, dog ain’t to be played with |
Chorus: DMX |
A nigga gotta take the good with the bad |
I’m fuckin with the hood and I’m glad |
I wish you understood why I’m mad |
cause it’d take a lot of pressure of my back |
A nigga gotta take the good with the bad |
I’m fuckin with the hood and I’m glad |
I wish you understood why I’m mad |
cause it’d take a lot of pressure of my back |
Uh, uh, uh Most of these hard rocks turn out to be soft as wet dog shit |
Talkin shit, but when the fog spits, dog they all split |
Then all hit the ground around the same time |
In the same frame of mind, ?thangs up in the nine? |
left them bitches blind, hit 'em up from behind |
Yeah, thats how you do that |
And he had such a good head up on his shoulders, but I blew that |
Fuck you black, you new cats don’t know somethin important |
You die quick fuckin with my shit, and my shits extortin |
House rules, when I speak, y’all niggas listen |
I drop jewels that y’all cats can’t afford to keep missin |
Drinkin ??? |
fueled by drugs |
Shits about to get real outta hand dog, betta get ya man dog |
Rap shit comes second, I’ma show you what a robber do Mention ice one more time and I’m robbin you |
Tie you up for a week starvin you |
Beatin the shit outta you everday, cuz yo, these niggas gotta pay |
Uh, uh, uh Dog it ain’t no secret 'bout how its going down once I put on the pressure |
It ain’t nothing but another nigga put on a stretcher |
With a blanket over his face, take him to the morgue with the waste |
'Cuz he was in the wrong place at the wrong time |
So I gave it to him in his chest |
In his throat, in his head, in his back, through his vest, YES |
Ain’t a whole lot to braking a nigga down fast |
They call me black 'cuz thats how I’m gon’be on that ass |
Y’all pussy niggas think y’all sweet |
But ain’t a fuckin thing going down til I eat |
So can I beef? |
You betta while you still got teeth |
'Cuz they about to get knocked out, hopped out |
On that ass with a blast that’ll make ya shit drop out |
Popped out, through a you know what |
Cuz you know why, and you know my Motherfuckin name up in this game |
And bitch, you know I Will never be crossed flippin, but on some east coast terms |
New York niggas do, fuck the perms |