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Ruff Ryders1, 2, 1, 2
Full Surface
Ghetto stories
Yeah yeahSwizz
Beatz makin' it happen
Listen what the ****in'
I gotta say
I'm not a rapper, dog
I'm from the hood
I love the hood
I rep the hood
Lived in the hood
Started on the grind
Started with a nine
Mother****er,
I had to earn mine
A lot of mother****ers hatin'
A lot of mother****ers watching
A lot of mother****ers plotting
A lot of hearts stopping
I'm banging with the beats
I'm banging with the streets
I'm banging with the heat
S to the double
I to the double
Zigzagger mother****ers look at me
Want no trouble
BI'm just minding my business
Making money, stacking chips
Just minding my business
You can catch me in a 360
L or [Incomprehensible]
Going down to
PasadenaThe rubber will peel
Your head will peel
Your bitches will squeal
That's when these hoes dying
Cause if I'm in court, guaranteed
I'm lying mother****ers
I had to get my business right
Had to get my money right
Had to get my label right
You can hate all you want
I'm here forever
Swizz Beatz part, whatever
I'm here forever, mother****ers
I'm the monster, get it all right
Me and my *************s is dogs
And we guaranteed to bite
Inf gon' pop ya
Cross gon' pop ya
Waah gon' pop ya
Dogs gon' stop ya
We working out the building
I started the beats, coming up out of the building
Bitches, 2E and the building 700
The Bronx
Tenements, where
I came upAin't nothing funny playa
For this money, these mother****ers is hungry, player
That's right,
I love the hood
Respect the hood
Support the hood
Lived in the hood
This is Swiss talking
This is Swiss rocking
Mother****ing thug mother****ers
Up and New
YorkingWe love the hood
We run the hood
We own the hood
Mother****er, what you sayin' dog
You got a problem we gon' solve 'em
You got beef we gon' bed that
You got lead we gon' pop that
I got heat
I'ma rock that
Mother****ing radio stations
I drop that
I'm the one that had ten songs
At one time on the countdown
Get your mind right
Y'all mother****ers thought
I bounced forever
Y'all mother****ers better get together or whatever
I got beats galore
I got beats that'll blow off your project doors
Beats that'll flip over your
Bentley X-
Raw mother****ers that'll make mother****ers ready for wars
Beats for deaf, beats for blind
Beats that'll make a thug mother****er wanna cock his nine, oh
Y'all mother****ers ain't hard to find
Y'all mother****ers ain't out your mind, mother****ers
We love the hood
From the hood
In the hood
Swizz Beatz and
I'm here for good
This is my ghetto story
This is my ghetto story
This is my ghetto story
Oh, my God!
Inf gon' pop ya
Waah gon' pop ya
Cross gon' stop ya
Dogs gon stop ya
Listen, doing this here
Y'all mother****ers know this, we doing this here
Beyotch
Full Surface
Ghetto stories
Yeah yeahSwizz
Beatz makin' it happen
Listen what the ****in'
I gotta say
I'm not a rapper, dog
I'm from the hood
I love the hood
I rep the hood
Lived in the hood
Started on the grind
Started with a nine
Mother****er,
I had to earn mine
A lot of mother****ers hatin'
A lot of mother****ers watching
A lot of mother****ers plotting
A lot of hearts stopping
I'm banging with the beats
I'm banging with the streets
I'm banging with the heat
S to the double
I to the double
Zigzagger mother****ers look at me
Want no trouble
BI'm just minding my business
Making money, stacking chips
Just minding my business
You can catch me in a 360
L or [Incomprehensible]
Going down to
PasadenaThe rubber will peel
Your head will peel
Your bitches will squeal
That's when these hoes dying
Cause if I'm in court, guaranteed
I'm lying mother****ers
I had to get my business right
Had to get my money right
Had to get my label right
You can hate all you want
I'm here forever
Swizz Beatz part, whatever
I'm here forever, mother****ers
I'm the monster, get it all right
Me and my *************s is dogs
And we guaranteed to bite
Inf gon' pop ya
Cross gon' pop ya
Waah gon' pop ya
Dogs gon' stop ya
We working out the building
I started the beats, coming up out of the building
Bitches, 2E and the building 700
The Bronx
Tenements, where
I came upAin't nothing funny playa
For this money, these mother****ers is hungry, player
That's right,
I love the hood
Respect the hood
Support the hood
Lived in the hood
This is Swiss talking
This is Swiss rocking
Mother****ing thug mother****ers
Up and New
YorkingWe love the hood
We run the hood
We own the hood
Mother****er, what you sayin' dog
You got a problem we gon' solve 'em
You got beef we gon' bed that
You got lead we gon' pop that
I got heat
I'ma rock that
Mother****ing radio stations
I drop that
I'm the one that had ten songs
At one time on the countdown
Get your mind right
Y'all mother****ers thought
I bounced forever
Y'all mother****ers better get together or whatever
I got beats galore
I got beats that'll blow off your project doors
Beats that'll flip over your
Bentley X-
Raw mother****ers that'll make mother****ers ready for wars
Beats for deaf, beats for blind
Beats that'll make a thug mother****er wanna cock his nine, oh
Y'all mother****ers ain't hard to find
Y'all mother****ers ain't out your mind, mother****ers
We love the hood
From the hood
In the hood
Swizz Beatz and
I'm here for good
This is my ghetto story
This is my ghetto story
This is my ghetto story
Oh, my God!
Inf gon' pop ya
Waah gon' pop ya
Cross gon' stop ya
Dogs gon stop ya
Listen, doing this here
Y'all mother****ers know this, we doing this here
Beyotch