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Scenario 2000

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Mmmmm... Mmmm... See y'all don't understand us you know Ruff ryderz is a family Ruff ryderz....ruff ryderz...ruff ryderz Lets go...Swizz!! Uh This is the darkest shit, sparkest shit Hittin wit the hardest shit, cuz before we started shit (uh!) Wit kidz I knew my fuckin friendz all turned against me (what?) Said fuck it, bought me a dog ever since me and my dog has been like this He got my back I got his, schemin on mad niggaz (what?) Dats how we do bidz (uh!) It's about time to start another, robbin spree Cuz yo, my way is highway, robbery When I was up north since 16 I was sendin niggaz home in a coffin (what?) Livin like a orphan, you bad nigga? (what?) I'll be back to see if you'll be still here You know my style will put yo fuckin man, in a wheelchair (c'mon!) He'll never walk again, on the strength of me Dats how I left him g, scared to death of me Niggaz cannot run, (woooh!) hit wit da hot one From the shotgun, catz was close wondered how we got done... Yo yo, e-v-e My dogz believe in me Petty thugz hide yo cake, never teasin me I show love to, all my bitches hustlin one'z, tussle wit these Makin moves, second to none, I locked it, huh Made a sudden move you got bit Flooded wit the double r, real street shit Da blond hair bandit, you got gunz, hand it Turn my face when I bust a cannon Cuz I don't wear sunblock Ask drag if the fire is hot (flame on baby) Shit pop shellz, fall three feet, roll over and stop We warn niggaz that we comin, then we total the block We scorn niggaz like they mothers, then we wet up they socks Red dot, excapin on a radar, to seashore, then hide out And buy out bars till we see far In this game, we beat y'all, you got money? Keep y'alls, for us be tearin tryin to hide, then tear out fire Beat y'alls Uh, nah, yo, uh, uh, yo, yo And you can come see me if you tryin to get some Fuck rap yo, I'd rather be plannin the flights Somewhere hot on a wave runner, tanning wit dykes Blowin the haze, while all of em givin me brains One at a time, y'all start from the front of the line But everybody wanna contact me, and get wit me And still end up bein mad cuz I charge 50 And as for you suckaz, you can keep those rapz And screw yo awardz, my son can't eat those plaques I never was shipped but some thingz I never forget Like if you spent three you garanteed to make back six Drove the benz off the lot and just dusted her off Tints, rims, stashed, tick the governer off Even the catz that be hatin still be lovin the dogz Cuz they know that the double r's comin for war Wha Uh-huh You ain't ready to die, then why should you live? Cuz when I start bustin the gunz


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