Scenario 2000 Testo

See y'all don't understand us you know 
Ruff Ryders is a family 
Ruff Ryders... Ruff Ryders... Ruff Ryders 
Lets go... Swizz Beatz 

[DMX] 
This is the darkest shit, sparkest shit 
Hittin wit the hardest Shit, cuz before we started shit 
Wit kidz I knew my 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 
Cause yo, my way is highway, robbery, chump 
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 I'll put yo fucking 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 
Cannot run, hit wit the hot one 
From the shotgun, cats was close, wondered how we got done 

[Eve] 
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 thieves 
Makin moves, second to none, I locked it, uh 
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 
shit pop shellz, fall three feet, roll over and stop 
We warn niggaz that we coming then we hold up the blocks 
scorn niggaz like their mothers then we wet up their socks 
red dye, escaping on the red eye ,sea shores then hide out 
buy out bars till we see fall 
Believe in this game, we beat y'all, you got money? 
Keep y'alls, for us be tearin tryin to hide, then our fire 
Beat y'alls 

[JadaKiss] 
And you can come see me if you tryin to make a gram tonight 
Cause I can get it for you raw, gray, tan or white 
Fuck rap yo, I'd rather be plannin a flight 
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 
everybody wanna contact me and get wit me 
but still end up being mad cuz i charge fifty 
and as for you suka, you can keep those rapz 
and Screw your awardz, my son can't eat those plaques 
I never was shit but some things i never forget 
like if you spend three your guaranteed to make back six 
Drove the Benz off the lot and just dusted her off 
Tints, rims, stashed, tick the governer off 
Even the cats that be hatin still be lovin the dogs 
Cause they know that the double R's comin for war 
Wha 

[Styles] 
If you ain't ready to die, then why should you live? 
Cuz when I start bustin the guns , you hidin the kids 
And the Pieer's still ridin on 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 ugh 
the hoopties in the front but the truckers a mile away 
niggaz wanna ride tomorrow when they prolly die today 
cause the P'll hollow the guns 
Holla at sons if you feel a nigga holla back 
then you swallow the ones 

[Sheek] 
(uh, uh, uh) 
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 them 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 
its 99 im killings you women and kids 
fuck scar-face watch me, im more action to see 
than dem motherfuckers that yall see on T.V. 
and fuck what you heard this how sheek get down 
comes wit guns, shit im rhyming wit one on me now 
you never know what clown goin ta walk into the studio 
talking shit and its gonna be more than the amster blow 
I pour gas on your skin and watch your shit detatch 
lit and book of matches now thats when you have met your match 
and the worst thing for you is to have a gun when im thursty 
ill turn niggaz more holy man, than Eddie Murphy 
i got more bricks than that city do with jersey 
Yo i got call cops niggaz, I got autops niggaz, that'll bust you and slide 
And some ol 6-drop niggaz 
Revolver Pop niggaz, easy Ox niggaz 
Get knocked, say we smoked detox niggaz 
Drug program, hit the streetz we cop 56 mo gramz 
Y'all niggaz ain't messin wit scrams 
And that's 

[Drag-On] 
(come on, come on, come on,) 
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, buy the extra 20 wit the semi, when it hit you 
You gon do a 360 pretty swiftly 
when i burn you to a crisp you ganna be cruncher than chips 
wit mah hand all up in da bag munchin on tha shit 
bit by bit clip by clip and every block by block 
is brick on brick I got knots on knots 
Cause I got things 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, (un)less they in the wheelchair 
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