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Off The Cuff

アーティスト:Ruff Ryders 

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[Swizz Beatz] Uh, right off the cuff Blow your head off shoulders, nothin but dust Got some big boy, toys, them toys is us We pop shots, y'all niggaz'll just fuss Now e'rybody talkin 'bout they run New York I grew up the street, don't see 'em up in New York I ride in Bentleys, Lamborghin's in New York Nigga know how we do it in the streets of New York I, make make that guacamole Y'all niggaz comin up but y'all movin slowly Praise the Lord like you owe He Cause He is makin possible for me To see the light, to see all good things, comin In forth and behind what we have Leavin when the smoke and behind in my half Damn, my pinky ring keep blindin yo' ass [Chorus: Swizz Beatz] Why you talkin to me, like I don't know what's goin on? I been in the hood on fire, and you know it's always on Oh-oh, say what, oh-oh, what say what Oh-oh, say what, oh-oh, ay (man) Are you lookin at me, like I don't know what's goin on? I'm from the ghetto, nigga, that where I was born Oh-oh, say what, oh-oh, say what say what Oh-oh, say what, oh-oh [Swizz Beatz] A genie told me - give me a call to alter your fortune Spin your head 'round like your (Wheel of Fortune) Goddamn, the ghetto hot, the ghetto scorchin Them goons'll take everything you pride and bought and Come on kick your door in, ATF Move, they takin everything that's left Oh-oh! Say what, oh-oh! They comin through


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