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Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up Oh, no That's how Ryders roll Stop, drop, 'em down, open up shop Oh, no That's how Ruff Ryders
Niggas try wanna lie Then niggas why Niggas die All I know is All I feel is How can I With mad shit on my I to violence My niggas move in Like you don't know what our is New niggas - the wildest My is wit' it You want it? and get it it, then we split it You right we did it What the fuck you do When we run up on Fuckin' the wrong crew Don't know what we goin' I'm a have to niggas How we blow niggas When you out there's some more niggas That's runnin' your niggas we can't handle Break it up and it up like a candle Just I can't stand you Put my shit on you bussin' grapes Think you holdin' Then you met the apes
Stop, drop, 'em down, open up shop Oh, no That's how Ruff roll Stop, drop, shut 'em down, up shop Oh, no That's how Ruff Ryders
Is y'all niggas I'll bust you and be Stop actin' like a your business, lady Nosy get it, too When you see me at you You know I'm to get rid of you Yeah, I know it's That's how niggas get my niggas split round Make y'all niggas ground for talkin' shit, clown Oh, you think it's Then you don't me, money It's to get ugly Fuck it, dog, I'm I guess you know what mean Come up off green Five or a fiend Don't it a murder scene a dog a bone Leave a dog Let a dog And find his way home Home of the My home is a And yo, I'm a Till my home is a I'm a pull It's all the papers caught the papers Then how they rape us
Stop, drop, 'em down, open up shop Oh, no That's how Ruff roll Stop, drop, shut 'em down, up shop Oh, no That's how Ryders roll
what you done started for it, you got it Had it, have shot it Now dearly departed Get at me, did I rip shit? this one here, I flip shit Niggas when I kick shit It's gonna be some shit was that look for When I in the door? Oh, you thought you was Boom! Not now you on the floor Wishin' you saw Me through that door With four-four Now time for bed Two to the head Got the red Yeah, that nigga's unsolved mystery Is down in history Niggas ain't did shit to me Bitch ass can't get to me Gots to make the Got a to prove make 'em grove Got 'em all "ooo" So the next You hear this rhyme Try to your mind On pussy and prime
Stop, drop, 'em down, open up shop Talk is mothafucka!