Ruff Ryders Album

(Aja)
We are the champions, we can't stop
cause you just can't keep them Ruff Ryders down, down, down

(Infa.Red)
By any means necessary I'mma hold down tradition
white tee blue jeans yeah I fit the description (That's right)
know what's richer for the drugs in our waist
we dark so they put the flashlight in our face
racial profiling send me straight to the island
hit me with the night stick the captain start smiling
the foul smell of the ghetto will burn your nose hair
it's forbidden so no one goes there
the struggle never stops (Never stops)
still we wake up to spoiled milk and roaches crawling out our cereal box
they feed us lies blind our eyes
if your hand the same color as mine's black man rise

(Chorus- Bunny Wailer) (Aja)
To all my hustlers pumping cracks behind the buildings
ghetto children (ghetto children) this is how we living (this is how we living)
all my gangsta soldiers in the prison
don't worry it's a totally new beginning

(Styles P)
Yeah, this is how we living, don't worry about that.
My peoples been in the cage for criminal ways (been in the in the cage for criminal ways)
for the fact that we couldn't take minimum wage
we had stacks in the back of the building (back of the building)
brothers is crooks but we still read books to the children
now I keep my mind in the movement (yeah)
time in the movement cause the ghetto need a lot of improvement (yeah)
now we gotta plan for the future (plan for the future)
and watch for the man
cause they don't cuff you no more they just shoot ya (watch for the man, haha)
time for a new beginning revolution is coming
see the bullets out the ruger spinning
and we ain't gon stand down
we gon stand up black man black power
put your black hands up

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(Cross)
Yeah, c'mon! yes sir, c'mon!
I used to wear bow ties and listen to Farrakhan
now I'm on the block like the strip is a marathon
the hood ain't been the same since Malcolm and King gone
tales from the hood is what I sing on a rap song
everybody petrified ever since 9/11
the hood was under attack before 9/11
tell me how we got crack and automatic weapons
my worst nightmare is Bush getting re-elected
the jails is packed everybody stressed out
gimme the key and I'm letting all the lifers out
so they could rebuild and work for a dollar bill
take the shackles off ya mind we running outta time

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(Big Mike)
You know, who dat is!

(Styles P)
Hahahah... AHHHH!!
Time is money i figure that come now
picture me puttin my gun down (picture that!)
what up to dem nigga from (what up!?) up town
s.p back to those wild ass mother fuckers dont give a fuck now (Big Mike: Styles P!)
thay could tell a nigga to popoff, (popoff!)
im here to pick all of the money up when it get dropped off (hahahah)
crossin nigga over like hotsauce
but this aint a ball game, wanna see something thats all grains
F.U.C.K you (fuck you) can i get paid for a dead rapper on e-bay too
better run when i make that you
see blood on the floor you can figure p ate dat food
can i bounce like a basket ball yall
i can hear shit yall can't swear the casket called yall
1 off his head pass the sword yall (sword)
i dont give a fuck i'll send his as to the lord yall (word)

(Chorus - Styles P) x2
Told i'm a ruff ryder nigga
I beat the fuck out a niggas
Knock the yak and dutch outta niggas
Told you im d-block nigga
Beyatch we pop nigga
Two guns up P drop niggas.

(Big Mike)
S.P. the Ghost!

(Styles P)
These nigga getting crack like crab legs
they already buttered so imma season um
kill um wit no reasoning
inhale exhale i seen the best fail
my man packed his bags went to tear up the next jail
so when he touch down just cop him a nextel
a runner and a connect fuck the direct sells
sulute too the nigga that grind hard (salute)
im hopin they find god
and the nigga still throwing they signs hard (signs hard)
catch me with a bag a da shit
seen my man on the block flag on his head flag on his wrist
and he said he be bagging to kiss
shooting to shek
but had him on some shit he be gone for a week
and he stay playin me on the low on the creep
he said d-blocks the shit i agreed wit him
smoke some weed wit him,
if it goes down fuck it im gone bleed wit him
came for the crowns this year i gone leave wit um.

(Chorus)

(Styles P)
Can i tell you how we do homie.
i dont know were you from (uh-huh) fuck around catch a few here homie
imma leave wit ya cash and your new air on me
2-way ya man like im you
and when he come throuh do the same thing to him to have 2 pairs on me
and i dont even care if the size fit
this is that wise guy
Four five all in ya eye shit
R.U double F that who i ride with, wha!

(Styles P)
Whatup? S.P. the Ghost! Knowimsayn? It's like i'm back.
You know, everybody in that black radio or everybody in the hood, or wherever you from,
tell ya men the streets is back.
(Big Mike)
Damn right!
(Styles P)
I don't want niggas to stand up when i come thru,
sit the fuck down! Ghost is here! Wha!

(Chorus)

(Big Mike)
Uh-oh!
Tell em what this is!
Pac! Jadakiss!

(2Pac)
Niggas! Yeah! Uh
Niggas!

(2Pac)
Who's afraid of the punk police?
Niggas run the streets, no justice no peace
Fuck the law, rather draw than do time
Don't fuck with mine, cross the line, my two nines
Go baya baya when I shoot 'em
Korean mothafuckers was crooked, so niggas had to burn and loot 'em
Now the streets ain't safe at night
My Niggas! Uh!, straight take his life
So don't sleep when my Jeep creep up, how we hit 'em
Empty the clip, then dip cuz we did 'em
Lickin' of shots for Latasha that's proper
Love for my niggas but a glock for the coppers
So what the fuck you wanna do now
I packed a .9 last year, in '99 I'm packin' 2 now
And even if they pull their triggers
They can shoot one man, but nothings gonna stop the plan of true niggas

(Chorus) (2Pac)
Niggas! (Yeah niggas, you can't fuck with us)
Niggas! (Cuz bein' a nigga means you love niggas)
Niggas!

(Big Mike)
Tell em what it is! Its The Redemption vol. 1!
Torch em, Kiss!

(2Pac)
Jada! Ayo!

(Jadakiss)
Uh,
My dimes make the fiends go to sleep, so they call 'em bedrocks
Niggas is like photographers, all they take is head shots
Your last words'll be, "damn what's all these red dots?"
Niggas nowawadays, they worry me, my bars is therapy
As long as you usin' them thouroughly, muah til the day that they bury me
My niggas is stronger and tighter now than they probably will ever be
And i'm a product of the '70's
The hood got niggas on punishment, that's why they never leave
If I ain't eatin' with you, i'm probably beefin' with you
If no money ain't involved ain't no need for me speakin' with you
I know you got a gun but i'm hopin' you keep it with you (Big Mike: yeah!)
Cuz unfortunately, i'm one of them rappers that keep a pistol and (Big Mike: Uhuh)
You know what the llama do, Shady/Aftermath, Ruff Ryders, D-Block, and of course Amaru
Lotta people honor you, probably cuz of the way you used to bring the drama to
Whoever you wanted to, you a leader when you can get a leader to follow you
But anyway, life goes on, so i'll see you when I art in heaven like our fathers do

(Chorus)

(Big Mike)
Did i said more?
Aight, here we go!

(Kartoon)
Y'all niggaz got a fuckin' problem wit' me?
Do you know? Haha-haha...
Ruff Ryders...

(Big Mike)
Oh, shit!

(Chorus- Kartoon)
I'll pour your blood in the streets
I'll put your face in the dirt
Pick you up and take you straight to the nurse
From the hospital room you go straight to your hearse
Then the paulbearers take you to church
I'll pour your blood in the streets x2

(Big Mike)
Ruff Ryders! Let's go! Kid Kartoon! Stay tunin this, man!

(Kartoon)
I tote hammers around like cell phones keep 'em on my belt
So if you think you hotter than toon keep it to yourself
Yeah I'm holding conversation you can speak to it yourself
Just know when I reach I ain't reaching for my health (Big Mike: Big Mike!)
And it ain't just for me I just ain't speakin for myself
But every angel go hard to be in sequence with myself
I run around spittin flame extinguishing myself
and nobody gave me this vision I seen the shit myself
far as rap go I'm just competing with myself
so some of my nicest bars I'm speaking to myself (Big Mike: haha!)
rap niggaz can't fuck with me I'm sleeping with myself
and I'm having my biggest issues beefin with myself (Big Mike: word!)
might do some dumb shit to get even with myself
but look how far I got just believing in myself nigga

(Chorus)

(Big Mike)
Introducin! Kartoon! From the West Coast! Dee & Waah! Let's go, Big Mike!

(Kartoon)
Spits the pain on ya I spill ya blood in the gutter
stretch your vains on the corner put your face in your shoulders
lights out game is over get you hit for five cent
who got change for a quarter
y'all only hot as your last bar
and ain't half as tough as they act dog
bury cowards in they own back yard
it ain't a muthafuckin thing change shit naw
picture me piss drunk

(Hook - Kartoon)
don't go talking that slick shit
you faggots know exactly how the angels get down
approach us with a fucked up attitude and get banged down
hit you with the fifth or get clipped with the tre pound
I'll pour your blood in the streets
don't go talking that slick shit
you faggots know exactly how the angels get down
approach us with a fucked up attitude and get banged down
hit you with the fifth or get clipped with the tre pound

(Big Mike)
Shit is crazy! Double R! ???

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(Hook)

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(Big Mike)
Double R! Next generation shit!

I'll pour your blood in the streets

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[Big Mike]
Check for the Ruff Ryders compilation album!
Comin' February 2005! DMX! Jadakiss!
Styles P! L.O.X.! Drag-On! Infa.Red & Cross! Kartoon from the West Coast!
Scarlett! Pirate! Flashy! Aja on the R&B tip!
I mean how much more we can do, man!
Streets is us!