Eastsider. Ruff Ryder. Yeah yeah yeah yeah. Like this, like this, like that, like that. Like this, like this, like that, like that, like that. . Who run these streets? Love thug beats?.
If I was to walk till time saw no end.. If I was to climb till the air was too thin.. I could not find a picture fit the frame.. As perfect as you.. As perfect as you..
See her move, with the slight of a dress, I am fixed on you. Let me in, I need more than a taste 'cause a glimpse won't do. So I watch, feel my eyes caress every movement.
Oh, damn now bop to this oh. Yeah y'all know what this is. Flame on Juvenile Drag-On flame on. And now swizz, swizz beatz, yeah. . Me and my niggaz done licked shots, even done hit cops.
Is anybody listening? Our ears deceive. How easily do we believe the hype machine. The label means everything, it's all for show. I wanna hear the awful screams.
Intro. What, what. You over there Styles?. Yeah dog. Second album nigga, real L.O.X. Blaze. We run the streets, yall know who to bet (C'mon). Fuck yall niggas (Let's go).
The end of the line where zero's the sign. A hole in the mind, deaf, dumb and blind. Nothing to cry not even an eye. Zero again the end of no end. . A vacant space lacks a familiar face.
Sick when she rock shit, stop when block shit. Never try to run when she pull back the cock shit. Stop, drop, shut 'em down open up shop shit. Got 'em goin' crazy, wonderin' when they could cop shit.
Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody. We call it the dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, dirrty. Dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, Double R. (Double R). Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody.
Each and every time, when I see that eye. Not going to give into her. Really round eyes, they reel me in. Hook line and sink, for I can't blink. . I'm all in her mouth, and she's in my arms.
Aiyyo these niggaz is crazy baby. They can't fuck with the Dog. (Ya know). Yo swizz, swizz. (My nigga). Swizz, swizz, swizz. . Another one?. (Swizz). Another one?.
Eve: I use to be shy and now I'm a ruff ryder. Man: the ruff ryders, the ruff ryders, ruff ryders, I'm a ruff ryder baby, wussup. Eve: nigga you can't be serious.
Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him nigga. Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him nigga. Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him nigga.
Ruff Ryders niggas, blood in, blood out. Sheek, Methical. Yo yo, hey yo. . Soon as I cop the nine, I pop the nine. But when I take it out the box, I represent Lox.