Drag-on Scenario 2000 Lyrics

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, sparkest shit 

Hittin wit the hardest shit, cuz before we started shit 

Wit kidz I knew my fuckin friendz all turned against me 

Said fuck it, bought me a dog ever since me and my dog has been like this 

He got my back I got his, 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