Ruff Ryders - Some X S***

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If I thought y'all niggaz really wanted drama

I'da been pulled out the armor, word to my momma

I'ma hit y'all niggaz with somethin' that you ain't never felt

(What?)

Hit y'all niggaz for frontin' you caught up in that hell

(What?)



If I thought that half the shit that bitches said was true

I'd be spitting lead at you, to dead your crew

But if you know a bitch? You don't listen to that bitch

You don't argue with that bitch, all you do is fuck that bitch



If I listened to all the snake niggaz that's runnin' they mouth

I wouldn't be in the crib, I'd be loadin' up, to run in your house

But you can't fuck with cowards, cause a coward'll be a coward

He'll end up killin' these cowards, and I'm not feelin' these cowards



If I let the niggaz around my way tell me how to feel about me

I guess I really, wouldn't be D

But I'm the best that ever did it, the best at it because I live it

How many niggaz eat it and shit it, you cats want it? Come and get it



Tell me how you feelin' now

I know you illin' now

Tell me how you feelin' now

I know you illin' now



Tell me how you feelin' now

I know you illin' now

Tell me how you feelin' now

I know you illin' now



It's not like me to have my back turned to open places

I wanna see it when it's comin', so I can open faces

Open cases got me payin' to stay out of jail

(What?)



While these streets, got me to prayin' to stay out of hell

(C'mon)

Slipped and I fell, got back up slipped again

But no matter what it's been, niggaz never got a win

It's a thin line I walk, everyday but I'm good with it



Project nigga all my life, but wouldn't say the hood did it

Knew what I was doin', everyday that I've been doin' it

(Okay)

Seein' niggaz havin' a good time, so I'ma ruin it

(Yeah)



Fuck you, and fuck your man, both y'all niggaz is puss

Frontin' like you out the jungle but ain't never seen a bush

When push comes to shove

Whatever love we had take it witchu



Now peep what I just said and see how long it takes to hit you

Everybody knows you can talk all day

(Yes)

But when it's on what you gonna do walk away

(Yes)



Tell me how you feelin' now

I know you illin' now

Tell me how you feelin' now

I know you illin' now



Tell me how you feelin' now

I know you illin' now

Tell me how you feelin' now

I know you illin' now



Man, I told you I lock jaws, carry a glock four

Close my eyes on y'all niggaz, the bullets'll watch yours

Then I gotta open up another can of ass whippin'

Y'all niggaz better pucker up, time for some real ass kissin'



I'm a simple man, I lead a simple life, I mean simple like

I don't need much to be aight, live off the land, eat at night

Handle whatever's comin' when I get there, but I'm good

(What?)



Dismantle whatever's comin'

Y'all niggaz sit there and put up hoods

How my niggaz feelin?

(Good)

How my niggaz like it?

(Rough)

What my niggaz want?

(Blood)

We stay callin' niggaz bluff



But if it's got to be, then it's gon' be

C'mon let's eat

Whatever my niggaz want from me

Is what my niggaz gonna get from me



And if I ever let the words, of another nigga bother me

I might as well let the sperm, of that other nigga father me

But they know, like I know, the black Rhino

Niggaz rippin' through 'em and let the nine blow

Nigga die slow

(Oh, oh, oh)



Tell me how you feelin' now

I know you illin' now

Tell me how you feelin' now

I know you illin' now



Tell me how you feelin' now

I know you illin' now

Tell me how you feelin' now

I know you illin' now



Tell me how you feelin' now

I know you illin' now

Tell me how you feelin' now

I know you illin' now



Tell me how you feelin' now

I know you illin' now

Tell me how you feelin' now

I know you illin' now



Tell me how you feelin' now

I know you illin' now

Tell me how you feelin' now

I know you illin' now



Tell me how you feelin' now

I know you illin' now

Tell me how you feelin' now

I know you illin' now



Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce

(What?, what?, what?, what?, what?)

(What?, what?, what?, what?)

Ruff Ryders, Volume One, the compilation

DMX, Swizz Beats, uhh, double up

(What?, what?, what?, what?, what?)

(What?, what?, what?, what?)

Double up, y'all gotta feel us

Y'all gotta feel us

© BOOMER X PUBLISHING; EMI APRIL MUSIC INC.; SWIZZ BEATZ PUBLISHING; UNIVERSAL MUSIC CORP.;















		
			



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