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[J-Hood] Whattup? D-Block to QB nigga, get at me [Havoc] It's another one of those, A-L-C things {"It's the Ryders and the Mobb" - Jadakiss} {"Yo Alchemist, drop that new shit for 'em right fast"} [Noyd] This is it homie, we gon' go with this one right here {"It's the Ryders and the Mobb" - Jadakiss} [Noyd] Aiyyo, I'm never empty-handed, understand dunn? I keep a fistful of cash, the other on some ass son Smack the shit out niggas like handball, or I give 'em a fair one They ain't gon' do nothin I dare 'em I hear 'em, "He a gangsta, he don't take crap Until I point this cali' at him, tell him take that" In fact, I'm about to blow but that you already know Shit I just strap holdin cracks just a minute ago Now I'm in a Jag with a rag and the tints is low And you mad cause you a fag and your chick's a ho Yeah she been around more than any bitch I know You should be glad though, I taught her everything she knows Whatchu reachin fo'? What I done touched a nerve? You wanna hurt somethin now you know I'm fuckin your bird? Cause that's my word, front like you want a war And homie we can settle the score, whatchu waitin for? [J-Hood] Yo, I'm the Tracy McGrady of the shit, I take you right to a hole Shove the tip of the nose of the silencer right in your nose Y'all niggas is degenerates It don't make sense to do business with a nigga, if you ain't gon' benefit Fuck a Bentley and a jet, I'm gutter nigga check it All I need is two-point-five and a couple Intrepids It's drama, I ain't starin you down I'mma clap ya forehead and dump you on one of them merry-go-rounds We put the packs of crack in the streets to get you a stack It's been acid since they made the first box of Cracker Jacks Beat in the staircase purple'd out, rollin a phat Bottle of 'gnac next to me, on my lap is the mac These slugs hit you they takin your arms D-Block got the kind of weapons that Bush, tried to take from Saddam From Y-O, to your hood, to QB Catch me thuggin it out shootin dice twistin up a O-Z Y'all faggots don't know me, it's no remorse When hollows rip through your corpse Homicide'll find you dead on your porch {"It's the Ryders and the Mobb" - Jadakiss} [Havoc] That's what I'm talkin 'bout, yo, yeah.. Like white on rice, I'll be on you, you couldn't even shake me off Be in your chest like a smoker's cough Put the hammer in your mouth and have you suckin it off Like a ho tryin to stop 'fore she find the law You in the club, you's a thug, why you playin the door? Like you know somethin I don't playa then put me on You cowards so nervous, I got broads that'll get it on With any fella and think before they talk Mine like a nigga on the road takin his last walk And when I come niggas kiss they cross You know you done fucked up now Niggas talkin just to be talkin, ain't nothin sweet but the pound Repeatly vow, they never go against the grain Know I been doin it, since a little stain {*gun cocks*} Pull a hammer, move you right out the lane Niggas talkin out they ass like you just sniffed 'caine [Styles P] My niggas live life with a death wish Smoke for breakfast, a lot of people hope that I'm breathless Wanna send my ghost to the essence Go head nigga, I don't care I heard the light was fluorescent Niggas count they ones but never they blessings 'Til they at the wrong end out of the Wesson D-Block five star general Die Hard like Bruce Willis nigga, I could put a end to you Ruff Ryder soldier, cold as Antarctica I'ma make the plans to pick your man's daughter up Big .45 in the sweats of my Nautica Fifty-five bricks when I'm tryin to pick my order up All my niggas flow, nobody watered up Shoot 'til the gun empty, then niggas sort it up Anytime P in the booth, nigga record it up G-host toast, I kill niggas when the quarter's up
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