Intro:
Sheek
Yo I might get drunk
Jadakiss
Jeckel and Hyde
Roll these with lemons
Sheek
I'm tellin' y'all Niggas
Swizz Beatz

Chorus:
All
If you know, like we
know, like they know
L.O.X. is the best
If you know, like we
know, like they know
Swizz Beatz is the best
If you know, like we
know, like they know
Ruff Ryders is the best
If you know, like we
know, like they know
We'll bring it to their chest

Verse 1:
Sheek a.k.a Louch
Yo if I can't make money
Then you can't either
If I didn't have to rap
I have blown in the freezer
Styles a.k.a Holiday
If I can't rock Nikes
or Tim's with double soles
I have the 9 in the pound
And leave your ass full of holes
Jada a.k.a Kisseastwood
If I didn't push a Benz
And I didn't push a Lex
Then the Ambulance will come
And they be pushin' on your chest
Swizz Beatz
If I couldn't hit the studio
and make another record
For my double R Niggas
I'll lay y'all on stretchers
Sheek a.k.a Louch
Now I might get drunk
Or I might get high
But my game stay Trump
And my style stay fly
Styles a.k.a Holiday
I might hit a dime
Or I might hit a duece
And when I wanna go to war
Is when you wanna call a truce
Jada a.k.a Kisseastwood
I might buy 'em cooked
Dough I might buy 'em raw
And I might tap your chin
Or I might cross your jaw
Swizz Beatz
Now I might go 18's
I might go 20's
I might use dumdums
Cause y'all Niggas dummies

Chorus:

Verse 2:
Sheek a.k.a Louch
Ayo, me without weight
Is like Harlem without 8
Jada a.k.a Kisseastwood
Yeah, me with no funds
Is like Queens with no dunns
Styles a.k.a Holiday
And me with no beef
Is like Brooklyn with no guns
Swizz Beatz
Man and me with no beats
Is like Cali with no blunts
Sheek a.k.a Louch
First I got head from her
Then I hit her from the back
Then she told me that she hustled
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Jada a.k.a Kisseastwood
Yeah, screw how many mics you got
How much ice you got
My bullets'll make you icy-hot
Styles a.k.a Holiday
Y'all, all my Niggas killas
We don't talk on the phone
And give a way better message
When we come in your home
Swizz Beatz
Yo, catch me Down-South
When I'm pumpin' up things
and my name ain't Rover
Don't jump on my rings
Sheek a.k.a Louch
Man, you gotta have
your hustle right
When you up in the game
Jada a.k.a Kisseastwood
You gotta have your lawyor money
For you firm-aly change
Styles a.k.a Holiday
And don't you leave out the house
Without bringer your things
Swizz Beatz
We gonna Ruff Ryde, Nigga
>From here to the bank

Interlude:
Sheek a.k.a Louch
What you greaseball
cocksuckers thought it
was over
This double R, Nigga, L.O.X.
We are the streets
When the kennels is
open the dogs is
biting, bitch
Shits real

Verse 3:
Drag-on
Yo, yo, yo, yo
I might pull up in a V,
that cost more than a buck
Then turn around and burn it
Cause you thought it was plush
Eve
Anytime I get on fire
I get a car to match
And tell any rapper you name
You gard it black
Drag-On
When I bust my hammer
I nail my Nigga
We the Ruff Ryder family
All hail, my Niggas
Eve
And I might ride, I might die
That's up to the Lord
And my Niggas might come home
That's up to the ?
Drag-On
Yo, If money make you feel good
I'm happy with lead
Joe Pesci-style
Kickin' Niggas after they dead
Eve
Picture the litter
Hold the 4-5th for my Niggas
Writin' the venom
Ass look right in the dinner
Drag-On
?Dockin'? you pay
Word from me you clockin' the Yay
I hustle for real
Let you hold the block for a day
Eve
Pull it in your brain
And give you a hot idea
You wanna low
Here's a casket you
can hide out there

Chorus: til fade