DMX – Ruff Ryders Anthem Lyrics

Produced By: Swizz Beatz
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[Produced by Swizz Beatz]

[Hook](2x)
Stop, drop, shut 'em down open up shop
Oh, no, that's how Ruff Ryders roll

[Verse 1: DMX]
Niggas wanna try, niggas wanna lie
Then niggas wonder why, niggas wanna die
All I know is pain, all I feel is rain
How can I maintain, with mad shit on my brain
I resort to violence, my niggas move in silence
Like you don't know what our style is, New York niggas the wildest

My niggas is wit' it, you want it, come and get it
Took it then we split it, you fuckin' right we did it
What the fuck you gonna do, when we run up on you
Fuckin' wit' the wrong crew, don't know what we goin' through

I'ma have ta show niggas how easily we blow niggas
When you find out there's some more niggas, that's runnin' with your niggas

Nothin' we can't handle, break it up and dismantle
Light it up like a candle just cause I can't stand you
Put my shit on tapes, like you bustin' grapes
Think you holdin' weight? Then you haven't met the Apes

[Hook](2x)

[Verse 2: DMX]
Is ya'll niggas crazy, I'll bust you and be Swayze
Stop actin' like a baby, mind your business lady
Nosy people get it too, when you see me spit at you
You know I'm tryna get rid of you, ya I know it's pitiful

That's how niggas get down, watch my niggas spit round
Make ya'll niggas kiss ground, just for talkin' shit clown

Oh you think it's funny? Then you don't know me money
It's about to get ugly, fuck it dog I'm hungry
I guess you know what that mean,
come up off that green
Rob niggas on ravine, don't make it a murder scene
Give a dog a bone, leave a dog alone
Let a dog roam and he'll find his way home
Home of the brave, my home is a cage
Aiyyo I'mma slave til' my home is a grave

I'mma pull capers, it’s all about the papers
Bitches caught the vapors and now they wanna rape us

[Hook]

[Verse 3: DMX]
Look what you done started, asked for it, you got it
Had it, should have shot it, now your dearly departed

Get at me dog, did I rip shit with this one here I flip shit
Niggas know when I kick shit, It's gonna be some slick shit
What was that look for, when I walked in the door
Oh you thought you was raw, boom not anymore
Cause now you on the floor, wishin' you never saw
Me walk through that door, with that .44
Now it's time for bed, two more to the head
Got the floor red, yeah that nigga's dead
Another unsolved mystery, it's goin' down in history
Niggas ain't never did shit to me, bitch ass niggas can't get to me
Gots to make the move, got a point to prove
Got a make'em grove, got'em all like, ooh
So to the next time, you hear this nigga ryhme
Try to keep your mind, on gettin' pussy and crime

[Refrain]

[Outro]
Talk is cheap, motherfucka

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