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Ruff Ruff Ruff Ruff Ruff Ruff Ruff Ruff |
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Huh...Ruff Ryders (Ryde or Die (overlap) |
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Don't get it twisted ya'll (yea yea yea (overlap) |
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Ruff Ryders..(..ta fuck i'm talking about right here) |
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Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders) |
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Don't get it twisted ya'll (yea yea yea (overlap) |
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Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders) |
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Don't get it twisted ya'll (yea yea yea (overlap) |
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(Jadakiss) |
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Now I know you couldn't wait |
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to hear kiss over premier |
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kill you on tape |
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then, watch it over a beer |
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cause you aint nothing but a movie |
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with expensive footage |
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that's the reason they gon' leave you with expensive bullets |
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Aint non of ya'll better than lox |
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Have all of ya'll dressed up in a suit |
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dead in a box |
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me and my niggas get reder than fox |
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and i don't care if i love you |
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i still want head of the drop |
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Niggas runnin' round talkin' that Y-2-K shit |
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Crackheads'll still gon' want that gray shit |
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that's why ima always cop the yay quick |
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so i suggest all of ya'll stay on jay dick |
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Too hard for MTV |
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Not black enough for BET |
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Just let me be |
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Give me all my royalty money |
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and let me greed |
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and ima have hoes for six |
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and hash for three |
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Chorus |
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Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders) |
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Don't get it twisted ya'll |
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Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders) |
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L to the O to the X (fade) |
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Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders) |
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Don't get it twisted ya'll |
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Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders) |
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L O X niggas (fade) |
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Don't get it twisted ya'll |
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(Sheek Luchion) |
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Ayo I give it to you point blank |
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in your moms place |
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so like point break with a mask on with presidents face |
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clear my space, when big sheek crash the boards |
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ya'll aint just mark niggas, ya'll whole mark niggas |
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With all that soft ass writin' might as well be in ?cards? |
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You gon' gamble with your life, when i launch these torpidos |
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that'll shoot the crack out your ass ? ? casionos |
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just me and my gambino's drunk as fuck |
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with a time parking lot dvd in a trunk |
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I been drunk most my life, don't ask me why |
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through ninth grade, i aint go to highschool |
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i went to school high |
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and i dont care what ya'll got |
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that shit don't excite me |
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im black and deadly and my burner just like me |
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and i'm quick to stick one of ya'll on tour |
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with the sheritten |
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see what yours can be mine |
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without, inherittin' |
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give up your chains |
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and them little diamonds in your ear |
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is it worth your family cryin' |
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and the doctor yellin' "clear" |
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Chorus |
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(Styles Pinero) |
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If I knew heaven head a ghetto |
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that was sweeter than here |
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you know P would pack his bag |
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and just leave next year |
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but i got a son to raise |
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so ima stay in this hell |
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and i gotta gun to blaze |
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if you play with the L |
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dot O dot X dot at the end |
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we the niggas that's gon' leave |
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with the pot at the end |
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never too young to die |
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or too old to live |
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? to bust your gun |
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go home and mold your kid |
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im a shamed i sell crack |
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but ima ryde for the moment |
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know the concequence |
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ima die with the omen |
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two is better than one |
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there's three of the lox |
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key in a pot |
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key in the drop |
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key to the top |
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father, son, and holy ghost of rap |
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3 in a 1 seein a gun |
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and usin' it dog |
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dope in a six |
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coke in a five |
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weed in a four |
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ice is for my niggas |
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but the heat is for ya'll |
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Chorus (loop recognize/fade) |
