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Eve - Scenario 2000 lyrics
Swizz Beatz] See y'all don't understand us you know Ruff Ryderz is a family Ruff Ryderz....Ruff Ryderz...Ruff Ryderz Lets go...Swizz Beatz [DMX] This is the darkest shit<b> </b>sparkest shit Hittin wit the hardest shit<b> </b>cuz before we started shit Wit kidz I knew my fuckin friendz all turned against me Said fuck it<b> </b>bought me a dog ever since me and my dog has been like this He got my back I got his<b> </b>schemin on mad niggaz Dats how we do bidz It's about time to start another, robbin spree Cuz yo, my way is highway, robbery When I was up north since 16 I was sendin niggaz home in a coffin Livin like a orphan, you bad nigga? I'll be back to see if you'll be still here You know my style will put yo fuckin man, in a wheelchair He'll never walk again, on the strength of me Dats how I left him G, scared to death of me Niggaz cannot run, hit wit da hot one From the shotgun, catz was close wondered how we got done... [Eve] Yo yo, E-V-E My dogz believe in me Petty thugz hide yo cake, never teasin me I show love to, all my bitches hustlin one'z, tussle wit these Makin moves, second to none, I locked it, huh Made a sudden move you got bit Flooded wit the double R, real street shit Da blond hair bandit, you got gunz, hand it Turn my face when I bust a cannon Cuz I don't wear sunblock Ask Drag if the fire is hot (Flame On baby) Shit pop shellz, fall three feet, roll over and stop We warn niggaz that we comin, then we total the block We scorn niggaz like they mothers, then we wet up they socks Red dot, excapin on a radar, to seashore, then hide out And buy out bars till we see far In this game, we beat y'all, you got money? Keep y'alls, for us be tearin tryin to hide, then tear out fire Beat y'alls [JadaKiss] And you can come see me if you tryin to Get some gramz for the night Cuz I can get it for you raw, gray, tan or white Fuck rap yo, I'd rather be plannin the flights Somewhere hot on a wave runner, tanning wit dykes Blowin the haze, while all of em givin me brains One at a time, y'all start from the front of the line But everybody wanna contact me, and get wit me And still end up bein mad cuz I charge 50 And as for you suckaz, you can keep those rapz And screw yo awardz, my son can't eat those plaques I never was shipped but some thingz I never forget Like if you spent three you garanteed to make back six Drove the Benz off the lot and just dusted her off Tints, rims, stashed, tick the governer off Even the catz that be hatin still be lovin the dogz Cuz they know that the double R's comin for war Wha [Styles] You ain't ready to die, then why should you live? Cuz when I start bustin the gunz you hidin the kids And the Pieer's still ridin wit clips, survivin wit bricks We beefin on the 4th you got to die on the 5th Like I wasnt hustlin dope or robbin the blocks Starvin or not, carvin the cheek, palmin the glock I figure which nigga could I watch wit a watch I like to knock off my crack then I pull off a heist Put it together, double it twice this shit is my life Catch me wit a .45, hot pair of Nikes And three red dice, like, give me the bank or gimmie yo face Gimmie a shank It's Holiday(Uh) The hooptie's in the front but the truck is a mile away Niggaz wanna ride tommorow when they'll probabaly die today Cuz da Pio'll hollow the gunz Then holla at son (I feel you nigga) And when he go to holla back, niggaz swallowin one [Sheek] Y'all dem bust in them crowd niggaz and hit whoever When you should aim for them niggaz that took yo leather They right there, but you scared that they gon bust Cause they crazy, but crazy niggaz bleed like us See I'm one shot thru the heart like Cupid Y'all niggaz might be crazy, but y'all not stupid It's 99, I'm killin you, woman and kid Fuck Scarface, watch me, I'm mo action to see Than the muthafuckaz that y'all see on T.V. And fuck what you heard, check how Sheek get down Comes the gun, shit, I'm rhymin wit one on me now You neva know, what clown could walk in the studio Talkin shit, and there's gon be more than the amps that blow I'll pour gas on yo skin and watch yo shit detach Wit a book of matches, now dats when you met yo match And the worst thing for you is for me to have a gun when I'm thirsty I'll turn niggaz more Holy Man, than Eddie Murphy And I deal wit mo bricks than that city do in Jersey I got call cops niggaz I got autops niggaz, that'll bust you and slide Wit some of 6-drop niggaz Revolver Pop niggaz, easy Ox niggaz, get knocked Say I smoked detox niggaz Drug program, hit the streetz and cop 56 mo gramz Y'all niggaz ain't fuckin wit the fam and dats word [Drag-On] Hey yo boy, whats the difference between fire and water? You whether drown or die off torture, cause yo skins of ya And watch ya burn off fat, dog I'm off the thermostat Could put a comb to my mouth and give yo bitch a perm wit that Keep shellz in the envelopes cuz I'll mail out bullets More blood that a riot on a jailhouse footage Buck 40, got a extra 20 wit the semi, when it hit you You gon do a 360 pretty swiftly When I burn you to a crisp you gon be crunchier than chips Wit my hand all up in the bag, munchin on this shit Bit by bit, clip by clip and every block by block is brick on brick So I got knots on knots, got thingz that'll pop yo top And double R spot yo block wit 16 shots and watch y'all drop And ain't nobody gettin up, lest they in the wheelchair Sittin up or spittin up, either way I don't give a fuck |
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