Ruff Ryders Anthem (dj Clue Remix) Lyrics

Ruff Ryders Anthem (dj Clue Remix) lyrics

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This thing right here.. (yeah yeah)
is
for my peoples in the streets.. (ha hah) Swizz Beats (uh huh)
And this thing
right here.. (Ruff Ryders)
will get your ass off your feet (Remix! ..
c'mon)[Drag On]
They call me Drag On when it's time to bomb
I burn em all
til they all say turn em offCause these chips I'ma run em all
Chickenheads
know I be the ColonelCause I burn eternal mixed wit the inferno
So be
careful, 'fore I burn youYou better learn dude, yeah I heard you
but I'ma
hurt you, but you don't know?My versatile, is a virtue
Ruff Ryders be the
team, which meansa lot cream, lot of schemes
Lot of beams to make your stock
drop, right on the seams
Nigga here is too hot and too much for you to
touch
Better tell your man cause I'm too tough Indubitably, too dust
Do
you bust? Cause we doYou need to ask the people, but quietly
But they don't
believe until they leave violently Is you buying this?
Cause niggaz that
purchased is under the dirt kid
They call me Drag-On; I'm the youngest but
get bonkers
Collabo' wit my dogs from Yonkersbut this Bronx bomber's spittin
flame
so you better wear your armorFlame on!Chorus: DMX (repeat 2X)
My
dogs gon' STOP, your dogs gon' DROP
And then we gon' SHUT EM DOWN, OPEN UP
SHOP
First we had em like OHHH, now they like NOOO
What baby?!! THAT'S
HOW RUFF RYDERS ROLL[Jadakiss]
When I pop up, I lock shop up, pull the drop
up
Park a block up, hit the alarm, put the top up
Stash the 'dro in my
sock then pull my sock up
And keep the burner but if it's hot put my glock
up
You know what I'm about, slidin off get my cock sucked
Or writin
rhymes watching Scarface in the hot tub
Whatchu wanna bet, when I pull it
out
if you don't shout that every bullet'll go in and out
Who you know
besides 'Kiss take the piss in the bottle of Crist'
and then give it to a
modelin bitch
And you like your watch plain, I'ma flood mine
Alligator
bloodline trained to find coke and bite one time[Styles]
Y'all niggaz ain't
hearin me out, til I pop up
appear in your house, clearin it out, holiday
style
Everybody actin violent and wild
Snatch the wife silence the child,
that's how we move
Kill me my man kill you, that's how you lose
I Ruff
Ryde, I don't like to slide felt that I slipped
Then the gun's only helpin
the clipAnd the clip's only helpin my hand
And like who the fuck is helpin
your man?When I cock back and hop out the van
Double R, get a job, play the
shit in the car
Hit a party start a fight at the bar, it's natu-ral
Sell
your shit for some coke and get the fuck out of Dodge[Eve]
Guess you figured
that my niggaz, flippers, pullin triggers
News team crowd around, tryin to
flick a picture
Get witcha, this bitch from Illadelph marches
quicker
Nigga not makin sense better stay up off the liquor
Blonde
bombshell, car-a-mel, heavy spender
Groups be sayin I'm they sister, hush ya
mouth 'fore I hit ya
Stickin in wiseguys, fake thugs, and
bullshitters
Take you for a ride, cover up your eye, then I get ya
Used
to be shy-er, now I'ma Ruff Ryder
Big niggaz play me close, when they used
to ride by her
Snatchin up your figures, frontin, know you dig us
Haters,
screamin, "Who that bitch?" (UHH, UHH)Mind your business niggaChorus
[DJ Clue
* talking over chorus *]Yeah!! DJ Clue!The Professional! Part One
C'mon! Mad
shout out, Donnie BrascoeBig Skate, Duro.. CLUE![DMX]
Uhh, uhh, uhh..The X
is gonna hit y'all niggaz hard, leave y'all niggaz scarred
Fuckin with the
Dog when you fuckin with the God
Rip y'all niggaz off, faggot niggaz
soft
Remember me from up North, I had you scared to cough
My name is
ringin bells, in penitentiary cells
I'm making thugs rebel, ain't hard to
tell
You never really wanted it, so the mic you jumped in front of
it
Outta sixteen shots I'ma hit, which one of you niggaz am I gonna
get
Thought you knew what I was gonna spit, this time with this rhyme
but
by the end of it, y'all niggaz is gon' be like, "Yo X ripped it!"
Did my
thing as usual it's never gon' stop
Them cats can't be for real, I got this
shit locked
Is that a game or a joke? Say the name or get smoked
Simple
as that, simple as black, to the throat
Hit em all up to the coat, now you
losin your life
A dog is a dog for life