Ruff Ryders Anthem
DMX
Letra

Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up shop
Oh... No...
That's how ruff ryders roll

z wanna try, z wanna lie
Then z wonder why, z wanna die
All I know is pain
All I feel is rain
How can I maintain, with mad shit on my brain?
I resort to violence, my z move in silence
Like you don't know what are style is
New york z the wildest
My z is wit' it
You want it?
Come and get it
Took it, then we split it
You in' right, we did it
What the you gonna do, when we run up on you
in' wit' the wrong crew, don't know what we goin' thru
I'ma have ta show z how easliy we blow z
When you find out there's some more s, that's runnin withyour z
Nothin' we can't handle, break it up and dismantle, light it uplike a candle
Just cause I can't stand you
Put my shit on tapes, like you bussin' grapes
Think you holdin weight? Then you haven't met the apes

Is ya'll z crazy?
I'll buss you and be swazy
Stop actin' like a baby, mind your business lady
Nosy people get it too, when you see me spit at you
You know I'm tryin' to get rid of you
Yeah, I know it's pitiful
That's how z get down
Watch my z split round
Make ya'll z kiss ground, just for talkin' shit clown
Oh you think it's funny, that you don't owe me money
It's about to get ugly, it dog I'm hungry
I guess you know what that mean, come up off that green
Five z or a fiend, don't make it a murder scene
Give a dog a bone, leave a dog alone
Let a dog roam, and he'll find his way home
Home of the brave, my home is a cage
And yo I'ma slave til' all about the papers
I'ma pull paper, it's all about the papers
Bitches talkin' paper then how they wanna rape us

Look what you dun started
Asked for it, you got it
Had it, should have shot it
Now your dearly departed
Get at me dog, did I rip shit?
With this one here, I flip shit
z know when I kick shit
It's gonna be some slick shit
What was that look for, when I walked in the door
Oh you thought you was raw?
Boom! Not anymore
Cause now you on the floor, wishin' you never saw,
Me walk through that door, wit' that 4 4
Now it's time for bed
Two more to the head, got the floor red
Yea that 's dead
Another unsolved mystery, is goin' down in history
z ain't never did shit to me
Bitch ass z can't get to me
Gots to make the move, got a point to prove
Gotta make 'em grove, got 'em all like ooh
So the next time, you hear this ryhme
Try to keep your mind, on gettin pussy and prime

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