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    DMX - "Ruff Ryders Anthem"

    DMX "Ruff Ryders Anthem" Lyrics:

    [Refrain] Stop, drop, shut 'em down open up shop Oh, no, that's how Ruff Ryders roll

    [Verse 1: DMX] Niggas wanna try, niggas wanna lie Then niggas wonder why, niggas wanna die All I know is pain, all I feel is rain How can I maintain, with madd shit on my brain I resort to violence, my niggas move in silence Like you don't know what our style is New York niggas the wildest My niggas is wit' it You want it, come and get it Took it then we split it You fuckin' right we did it What the fuck you gonna do, when we run up on you Fuckin' wit' the wrong crew, don't know what we goin' thru I'mma have ta show niggas how easily we blow niggas When you find out there's somemore niggas, that's runnin with your niggas Nothin' we can't handle, break it up and dismantle, light it up like a candle Just cause I can't stand you Put my shit on tapes, like you bustin' grapes Think you holdin' weight Then you haven't met the Apes


    [Verse 2: DMX] Is ya'll niggas crazy I'll bust you and be Swayze 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 tryna get rid of you, ya I know it's pitiful That's how niggas get down Watch why niggas spit round Make ya'll niggas kiss ground, just for talkin' shit clown Oh you think it's funny then you don't know me money It's about to get ugly, fuck it dog I'm hungry I guess you know what that mean, come up off that green Five niggas 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'mma slave til' my home is a grave I'mma pull capers, it’s all about the papers Bitches caught the vapors and now they wanna rape us


    [Verse 3: DMX] Look what you done 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 Niggas 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, with that .44 Now it's time for bed Two more to the head, got the floor red Yea that nigga's dead Another unsolved mystery, it's goin' down in history Niggas ain't never did shit to me, bitch ass niggas can't get to me Gots to make the move, got a point to prove Got a make'em grove, got'em all like, ooh So to the next time, you hear this nigga ryhme Try to keep your mind, on gettin' pussy and crime


    [Outro] Talk is cheap, motherfucka