Текст песни Big Kap Funkmaster Flex f Ruff Ryders - We in Here
Big Kap Funkmaster Flex f Ruff Ryders - We in Here слова песни
Yeah you know how we do it, Funk Flex, Big Kap, Def JamThe Tunnel, Ruff Ryders, Let`s go baby[Chorus]Ruff Ryders (We in here!)Ruff Ryders (We stayin here!)Ruff Ryders (Ain`t goin nowhere, Ain`t hidin nowhere, ain`t runnin nowhere)[Drag-On]Ya`ll laughin, when we comin, we checkin the cabinetsBody parts we baggin, we ain`t comin for the crackWe come to crack backs and ? over niggaz hair dewSpit rays, pop off C`s and graze niggaz fadesI creep in a Mustang, bust my heat in the rainTill they get a rust stainY`all niggaz heard of me, probably wanna murder meI`ll pull up on ya block and turn your white teeth burgundyLet`s see some surgery[EVE]Watch the first lady as she ridesRougher than the rest of them bitchesWhat it take for cats to hush they mouthThis one officialCome on clown prove it`s still an issueStreets is ours, have ya homies weepin cause they miss youThought it was a game when I said the dogs would get youHeard you fucked up cause E-V-E bit youFlex knows what the real isThat`s why he deal wit Ruff Ryders baby droppin bombs nigga feel this[Chorus]Ruff Ryders (We in here!)Ruff Ryders (We stayin here!)Ruff Ryders (Ain`t goin nowhere, Ain`t hidin nowhere, ain`t runnin nowhere)[Jadakiss]Why ya`ll braggin, I`m over here choppin and bagginAnd I don`t want the drop coupe so I`m choppin the wagonDark navy blue six speed, six air-bagsEven if this shit crash, feel like Six FlagsAnd ya`ll niggaz cant block my shellsWhen I`m in jail the C.O. don`t lock my cellBefore any rap group, we was the L.O.X. crooksI`ll slap a hundred dollars on the whole blocks booksAnd know the block shook, when I walk byNiggaz just like you they rather not lookI inspired y`all niggaz to flowI`ma always get money so I admire ya`ll niggas that blowAsk ya self who the nicest out right nowPut your ice up lets get on the mic right nowClown, I`m the top cat where it stops atWhere lightning and thunder atAnd y`all niggaz is under that[Styles]If you runnin with the P. you gonna get your turnTuck my gun while its hot to feel my dick hair burnMight come through the spot where the shottie and whatBody to block and hot wanna the Bacardi wit rocksI aint never drive a bike but I ride on the backRob wit a gat, shit I still ride wit my crapsIf you wanna go to war we can tally it upEscalate and venally it up, what?[Chorus]Ruff Ryders (We in here!)Ruff Ryders (We stayin here!)Ruff Ryders (Ain`t goin no where, Ain`t hidin no where, ain`t runnin no where)[Sheek]If you like Sheek, you hold heat and no one knowBust yo` gun and leave the body where no one goI pack some shit for any type of situationOnly time I don`t pack heat is on vacationAnds that`s the blow dryer next to the PlaystationI`m big but I use shit to kill you quickAnd I don`t wrestle unless chicks do bad on my dickFlex know I bring somethin hot to the spot[DMX]What would you rather have the 10 you found or the 5 you earnedBecame a man at 6 cause at 5 you learnedDon`t take nothin for granted except deathMan of the house cause you the last nigga leftsee how it`s going dizzy with the shit so we can blast a rhymeHope the Lord got your soul cause your ass is mineEvery time you turn around niggas know that I be right thereEast turned to West coast, cravin for the nightmareDon`t give a fuck about what you sling Cause you ain`t slingin that shit, or bringin that shit Up the hill, but you still singin that shitTalkin shit like you know what its like to walk this shitGet on some stalkin shit So you know what niggaz rule New York and shitI`m just thinkin all the business and how to handle ya`ll niggazAll the families that I got lightin candles for niggazBreathin revelence, grandmothers fallen out and need the sedativesMom huggin the casket wishin that she raised a better kid[Swizz Beatz]Y`all niggaz actorsI`ll put your face where your muthafuckin back wasIm tired of y`all niggaz actorsY`all know what y`all gonna getAnd y`all niggaz know damn well who y`all fuckin witLittle slim nigga like me, big gun like thisAnd my gun bust and gun never missI`m the nigga that make ya miss ChristmasWhen we go to court you know shit dismissed[Chorus] x4Ruff Ryders (We in here!)Ruff Ryders (We stayin here!)Ruff Ryders (Ain`t goin nowhere, Ain`t hidin nowhere, ain`t runnin nowhere)