Scenario 2000
(专辑: Ruff Ryder's First Lady - 1999)
[Swizz Beatz:] (Mm, mm mm) See y'all don't understand us you know Ruff Ryders is a
family Ruff Ryders, Ruff Ryders, Ruff Ryders Lets go, Swizz Beatz [DMX:] This is the
darkest shit, sparking shit Hitting with the
hardest shit, 'cause before we started shit With kids I
knew my fucking friends all turned against me Said fuck it, bought me a
dog ever since me And my dog has been like this, he got my back I
got his Scheming on mad niggas, that's how we do bidz It's about time to start another, robbing spree 'Cause yo, my way is highway, robbery, chump When I
was up North in, sing-sing, I
was sending niggas home in a
coffin Living like a
orphan You bad, nigga? I'll be back (Let's) see if you'll be still here You know my style, I'll put yo' fucking man in a
wheelchair He'll never walk again, on the
strength of me That's how I
left him G, scared to death of me Niggas cannot run, hit with the
hot one From the
shotgun, casket close, wonder how he got done [Eve:] Yo yo, E-V-E, my dogs believe in me Petty thugs hide yo' cake, never teasing me I
show love to, all my bitches hustling ones Tussle with thieves, making moves, second to none I
locked it, uh, made a
sudden move you got bit Flooded with the
double R, real street shit The
blond-hair bandit, you got guns, hand it Turn my face when I
bust a
cannon 'Cause I
don't wear sunblock, ask Drag if the
fire is hot (Flame on, baby) Shit pop shells, fall three feet, roll over and stop We warn niggas that we coming then we total the
block We scorn niggas like their mothers then we wet up their socks Red dye, escaping on the
red-eye, to seashore Then hide out and buy out bars 'til we see fall In this game, we beat y'all, you got money? Keep yours For eyes be tearing trying to identify the
features [Jadakiss:] And you can come see me if you trying to get some grams tonight 'Cause I
can get it for you raw, gray, tan or white Fuck rap yo, I'd rather be planning a
flight Somewhere hot on a
wave runner, tanning with dykes Blowing the
haze, while all of 'em giving me brains One at a
time, y'all start from the
front of the
line But everybody wanna contact me and get with me But still end up being mad 'cause I
charge fifty And as for you sucker, you can keep those raps And screw your awards, my son can't eat those plaques I
never was shit but some things I
never forget Like if you spend three you're guaranteed to make back six Drove the
Benz off the
lot and just dusted her off Tints, rims, stash, ticked the
governor off Even the
cats that be hating still be loving the
dogs 'Cause they know that the
double R's coming for war Wha [Styles P
(Sheek Louch):] If you ain't ready to die, then why should you live? 'Cause when I
start busting the
guns, you hiding the
kids And the P
is still riding with clips, surviving with bricks We beefing on the
4th you got to die on the
5th Like I
wasn't hustling dope or robbing the
blocks Starving or not, carving the
cheek, palming the
Glock I
figure which nigga could I
watch with a
watch I
like to knock off my crack then I
pull off a
heist Put it together, double it twice, this shit is my life Catch me with a
45, hot pair of Nikes And three red dice, like, give me the
bank or give me your face Give me a
shank, it's Holiday ugh The
hoopties in the
front but the
truck is a
mile away Niggas wanna ride tomorrow when they prob'ly die today 'Cause the
P'll hollow the
guns Holla at sons (I feel you, nigga) And when they go to holla back They be swallowing one [Sheek Louch:] (Uh, uh, uh) Y'all them bust in them crowd niggas and hit whoever When you should aim for them niggas that took yo' leather They right there, but you scared that they gon' bust 'Cause they crazy, but crazy niggas bleed like us See I'm one shot through the
heart like Cupid Y'all niggas might be crazy, but y'all not stupid It's '99, I'm killings you women and kids Fuck Scarface! Watch me, I'm more action to see Than them motherfuckers that y'all see on TV And fuck what you heard this how Sheek get down Comes to guns? Shit I'm rhyming with one on me now You never know what clown going walk into the
studio Talking shit and it's gonna be more than the
amps that blow I
pour gas on your skin and watch your shit detach With a
book of matches now that's when you have met your match And the
worst thing for you is to have a
gun when I'm thirsty I
turn niggas more holy man, than Eddie Murphy And I
deal with more bricks than that city do in jersey Y'all got call cops niggas, I
got autops niggas, that'll bust you and slide And some ol' 6-drop niggas Revolver Pop niggas, Eezox niggas Get knocked, say I
smoke detox niggas Drug program, hit the
streets and cop 56 mo grams Y'all niggas ain't fucking with the
fam And that's word [Drag-On:] (Come on, come on, come on,) Boy, what's the
difference between fire and water? You'd rather drown or die of torture, 'cause your skins of ya And watch ya burn off fat, dog, I'm off the
thermostat Could put a
comb to my mouth and give yo' bitch a
perm with that Keep shells in the
envelopes 'cause I'll mail out bullets More blood than a
riot on a
jailhouse footage Buck 40, 'bout a
extra 20 with the
semi When it hit you, you gon' do a
360 pretty swiftly When I
burn you to a
crisp, you gon' be crunchier than chips With mah hand all up in the
bag munching on the
shit Bit by bit, clip by clip and every block by block Is brick on brick I
got knots on knots 'Cause I
got things that'll pop yo top And double R
spot yo block with 16 shots and watch y'all drop And ain't nobody getting up, 'less they in the
wheelchair Sitting up or spitting up, either way I
don't give a
fuck