We In Here Lyrics - Drag On

Yeah you know how we do it, Funk Flex, Big Kap, Def Jam 

The 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 cabinets 

Body parts we baggin, we ain't comin for the crack 

We come to crack backs and ? over niggaz hair dew 

Spit rays, pop off C's and graze niggaz fades 

I creep in a Mustang, bust my heat in the rain 

Till they get a rust stain 

Y'all niggaz heard of me, probably wanna murder me 

I'll pull up on ya block and turn your white teeth burgundy 

Let's see some surgery 

[EVE] 

Watch the first lady as she rides 

Rougher than the rest of them bitches 

What it take for cats to hush they mouth 

This one official 

Come on clown prove it's still an issue 

Streets is ours, have ya homies weepin cause they miss you 

Thought it was a game when I said the dogs would get you 

Heard you fucked up cause E-V-E bit you 

Flex knows what the real is 

That'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) 

[Styles] 

Why ya'll braggin, I'm over here choppin and baggin 

And I don't want the drop coupe so I'm choppin the wagon 

Dark navy blue six speed, six air-bags 

Even if this shit crash, feel like Six Flags 

And ya'll niggaz cant block my shells 

When I'm in jail the C.O. don't lock my cell 

Before any rap group, we was the L.O.X. crooks 

I'll slap a hundred dollars on the whole blocks books 

And know the block shook, when I walk by 

Niggaz just like you they rather not look 

I inspired y'all niggaz to flow 

I'ma always get money so I admire ya'll niggas that blow 

Ask ya self who the nicest out right now 

Put your ice up lets get on the mic right now 

Clown, I'm the top cat where it stops at 

Where lightning and thunder at 

And y'all niggaz is under that 

[Jadakiss] 

If you runnin with the P. you gonna get your turn 

Tuck my gun while its hot to feel my dick hair burn 

Might come through the spot where the shottie and what 

Body to block and hot wanna the Bacardi wit rocks 

I aint never drive a bike but I ride on the back 

Rob wit a gat, shit I still ride wit my craps 

If you wanna go to war we can tally it up 

Escalate 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 know 

Bust yo' gun and leave the body where no one go 

I pack some shit for any type of situation 

Only time I don't pack heat is on vacation 

Ands that's the blow dryer next to the Playstation 

I'm big but I use shit to kill you quick 

And I don't wrestle unless chicks do bad on my dick 

Flex know I bring somethin hot to the spot 

[DMX] 

What would you rather have the 10 you found or the 5 you earned 

Became a man at 6 cause at 5 you learned 

Don't take nothin for granted except death 

Man of the house cause you the last nigga left 

see how it's going dizzy with the shit so we can blast a rhyme 

Hope the Lord got your soul cause your ass is mine 

Every time you turn around niggas know that I be right there 

East turned to West coast, cravin for the nightmare 

Don'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 shit 

Talkin shit like you know what its like to walk this shit 

Get on some stalkin shit 

So you know what niggaz rule New York and shit 

I'm just thinkin all the business and how to handle ya'll niggaz 

All the families that I got lightin candles for niggaz 

Breathin revelence, grandmothers fallen out and need the sedatives 

Mom huggin the casket wishin that she raised a better kid 

[Swizz Beatz] 

Y'all niggaz actors 

I'll put your face where your muthafuckin back was 

Im tired of y'all niggaz actors 

Y'all know what y'all gonna get 

And y'all niggaz know damn well who y'all fuckin wit 

Little slim nigga like me, big gun like this 

And my gun bust and gun never miss 

I'm the nigga that make ya miss Christmas 

When we go to court you know shit dismissed 

[Chorus] x4 

Ruff Ryders (We in here!) 

Ruff Ryders (We stayin here!) 

Ruff Ryders (Ain't goin nowhere, 

Ain't hidin nowhere, ain't runnin nowhere)