Yeah you know how we do it, Funk Flex, Big Kap, Def Jam The Tunnel, Ruff Ryders, Let's go baby ^Chorus Ruff Ryders (We in here!) Ruff Ryders (We stayin here!) Ruff Ryders (Ain't goin nowhere, Ain't hidin nowhere, ain't runnin nowhere) ^Drag-On Ya'll laughin, when we comin, we checkin the cabinets Body parts we baggin, we ain't comin for the crack We come to crack backs and ? over niggaz hair dew Spit rays, pop off C's and graze niggaz fades I creep in a Mustang, bust my heat in the rain Till they get a rust stain Y'all niggaz heard of me, probably wanna murder me I'll pull up on ya block and turn your white teeth burgundy Let's see some surgery ^EVE Watch the first lady as she rides Rougher than the rest of them b*tches What it take for cats to hush they mouth This one official Come on clown prove it's still an issue Streets is ours, have ya homies weepin cause they miss you Thought it was a game when I said the dogs would get you Heard you f**ked up cause E-V-E bit you Flex knows what the real is That's why he deal wit Ruff Ryders baby droppin bombs nigga feel this ^Chorus Ruff Ryders (We in here!) Ruff Ryders (We stayin here!) Ruff Ryders (Ain't goin nowhere, Ain't hidin nowhere, ain't runnin nowhere) ^Styles Why ya'll braggin, I'm over here choppin and baggin And I don't want the drop coupe so I'm choppin the wagon Dark navy blue six speed, six air-bags Even if this sh*t crash, feel like Six Flags And ya'll niggaz cant block my shells When I'm in jail the C.O. don't lock my cell Before any rap group, we was the L.O.X. crooks I'll slap a hundred dollars on the whole blocks books And know the block shook, when I walk by Niggaz just like you they rather not look I inspired y'all niggaz to flow I'ma always get money so I admire ya'll niggas that blow Ask ya self who the nicest out right now Put your ice up lets get on the mic right now Clown, I'm the top cat where it stops at Where lightning and thunder at And y'all niggaz is under that ^Jadakiss If you runnin with the P. you gonna get your turn Tuck my gun while its hot to feel my dick hair burn Might come through the spot where the shottie and what Body to block and hot wanna the Bacardi wit rocks I aint never drive a bike but I ride on the back Rob wit a gat, sh*t I still ride wit my craps If you wanna go to war we can tally it up Escalate and venally it up, what? ^Chorus Ruff Ryders (We in here!) Ruff Ryders (We stayin here!) Ruff Ryders (Ain't goin no where, Ain't hidin no where, ain't runnin no where) ^Sheek If you like Sheek, you hold heat and no one know Bust yo' gun and leave the body where no one go I pack some sh*t for any type of situation Only time I don't pack heat is on vacation And that's the blow dryer next to the Playstation I'm big but I use sh*t to kill you quick And I don't wrestle unless chicks do bad on my dick Flex know I bring somethin hot to the spot ^DMX What would you rather have the 10 you found or the 5 you earned Became a man at 6 cause at 5 you learned Don't take nothin for granted except death Man of the house cause you the last nigga left I see how it's going dizzy with the sh*t so we can blast a rhyme Hope the Lord got your soul cause your ass is mine Every time you turn around niggas know that I be right there East turned to West coast, cravin for the nightmare Don't give a f**k about what you sling Cause you ain't slingin that sh*t, or bringin that sh*t Up the hill, but you still singin that sh*t Talkin sh*t like you know what its like to walk this sh*t Get on some stalkin sh*t So you know what niggaz rule New York and sh*t I'm just thinkin all the business and how to handle ya'll niggaz All the families that I got lightin candles for niggaz Breathin revelence, grandmothers fallen out and need the sedatives Mom huggin the casket wishin that she raised a better kid ^{Swizz Beatz} Y'all niggaz actors I'll put your face where your muthaf**kin back was Im tired of y'all niggaz actors Y'all know what y'all gonna get And y'all niggaz know damn well who y'all f**kin wit Little slim nigga like me, big gun like this And my gun bust and gun never miss I'm the nigga that make ya miss Christmas When we go to court you know sh*t dismissed ^{Chorus x4} Ruff Ryders (We in here!) Ruff Ryders (We stayin here!) Ruff Ryders (Ain't goin nowhere, Ain't hidin nowhere, ain't runnin nowhere)