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Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up Oh, no That's how Ryders roll Stop, drop, 'em down, open up shop Oh, no That's how Ryders roll
wanna try Niggas lie Then wonder why wanna die All I know is All I feel is How can I mad shit on my brain? I resort to My niggas in silence Like you don't what our style is New York - the wildest My is wit' it You want it? and get it Took it, then we it You fuckin' we did it the fuck you gonna do When we run up on Fuckin' the wrong crew know what we goin' through I'm a have to show How we blow niggas When you find out there's some niggas That's runnin' with your we can't handle Break it up and Light it up like a Just I can't stand you Put my shit on you bussin' grapes Think you weight? Then you met the apes
Stop, drop, 'em down, open up shop Oh, no how Ruff Ryders roll Stop, drop, shut 'em down, up shop Oh, no That's how Ruff Ryders
Is y'all crazy? bust you and be swazy Stop actin' a baby your business, lady Nosy get it, too you see me spit at you You I'm tryin' to get rid of you Yeah, I know it's That's how niggas get Watch my niggas round Make y'all niggas ground for talkin' shit, clown Oh, you it's funny Then you don't me, money It's to get ugly it, dog, I'm hungry I guess you know what that Come up off that Five or a fiend Don't it a murder scene Give a dog a a dog alone Let a dog And he'll his way home Home of the My is a cage And yo, I'm a Till my is a grave I'm a paper It's all about the Bitches caught the how they wanna rape us
Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up Oh, no That's how Ryders roll Stop, drop, shut 'em down, up shop Oh, no how Ruff Ryders roll
Look what you started for it, you got it Had it, should shot it Now you're departed Get at me, did I rip shit? With this one here, I flip Niggas know when I shit It's gonna be slick shit What was look for When I in the door? Oh, you thought you was Boom! Not now you on the floor Wishin' you saw Me walk that door With four-four Now it's for bed Two more to the Got the red Yeah, that dead Another unsolved Is goin' in history Niggas ain't never did to me Bitch ass can't get to me Gots to the move Got a to prove Gotta make 'em Got 'em all "ooo" So the next You hear this rhyme Try to keep your On gettin' pussy and
Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up is cheap mothafucka!