Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up shop Oh no, that's how Ruff Ryders roll Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up shop Oh no, that's how Ruff Ryders roll Niggaz wanna try, niggaz wanna lie Then niggaz wonder why, niggaz 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 niggaz move in silence Like you don't know what our style is, New York niggaz, the wildest My niggaz is with 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' with the wrong crew, don't know what we goin' through I'ma have to show niggaz how easily we blow niggaz When you find out there's some more niggas that's runnin' with your niggaz 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 bussin' grapes Think you holdin' weight, then you haven't met the Apes Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up shop Oh no, that's how Ruff Ryders roll Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up shop Oh no, that's how Ruff Ryders roll Is y'all niggaz crazy, I'll buss you and be swazy 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 tryin' to get rid of you, yeah, I know it's pitiful That's how niggaz get down, watch my niggaz split round Make y'all niggaz kiss ground, just for talkin' shit clown Oh, you think it's funny, then you don't owe 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 Five niggaz or a fiend, 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 And yo I'm a slave till my home is a grave I'ma pull paper, it's all about the papers Bitches talkin' paper then how they wanna rape us Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up shop Oh no, that's how Ruff Ryders roll Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up shop Oh no, that's how Ruff Ryders roll Look what you done started, asked for it, you got it Had it, should have shot it, now you're dearly departed Get at me, dog, did I rip shit, with this one here, I flip shit Niggaz 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 is goin' down in history Niggaz ain't never did shit to me, bitch ass niggaz can't get to me Gots to make the move, got a point to prove Gotta make 'em groove, got 'em all like ooh So till that next time, you hear this nigga rhyme Try to keep your mind on gettin' pussy and prime Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up shop Talk is cheap motherfucker © EMI BLACKWOOD MUSIC INC.; BOOMER X PUBLISHING; TE-BASS MUSIC INC.; SWIZZ BEATZ PUBLISHING; UNIVERSAL MUSIC CORP.; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com