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Stick 'em
King Kong Roots
My friends
Volume 3
Time to lay the foundation for this shit
Eastsiders
Ruff Ryders
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh-huh, uh-huh
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We run these streets, love thug beats
Rough spoken, guns speak, blood leak
Love heat for the threat, not protection
Not a question, bust a test I got arrested
Catch 'em slippin' in the hood or the mall
You ain't strapped, we can scrap, I'm good with the dogs
Fuck talkin', Chuck walkin' in my khakis
Rag swingin', gangbangin', nigga bring it at me
Eastsider, Ruff Ryder, loved by the masses
We them niggas holla out the set when we blastin'
Insane, twenty gang, anything killer
Tracy Davis head raided, Goldie like to steal her
Game locked down, we can't stop now
Get in the way and feel a K spray the hot rounds
Suckers choke thuggin' at the last resort
Ain't that a bitch? Nigga we do this shit for sport
This trick
We riders, shoot the heat beside us
Better not try us, touch it like Midas
Ruff Ryders ride with Eastsiders
Busters bow down and crown the royal highness
Where you wanna take the racks or gats?
Stacks of sacks, sippin' with the Jags and 'Raris
Eastsiders roll with Ruff Ryders
Ride, step aside or get right behind us
When I die, fuck the moment of silence
This is Holiday, gangsta grab the gun and have a moment of violence
It's an Eastsider Ruff Ryders thing, why you mad at me?
Holdin' on the AK, puffin' on some Cali weed
Streets is my girl, asked her to marry me
Yellow and purple ears, tryin' to see Shaq's salary
D-Block gang, Ruff Ryder mafia
Make sure the bullets hit you 'cause I stand on top of ya
Bounce like I'm hydraulics
And I got niggas in the hood that'll shoot you over nine dollars
Ask if I'm a gang member
Fuck nah, I'm a gang leader
Boss of the boss who bang heaters
And you don't wanna see my arm jerk
'Cause the work I put in your face is bound to make your mom hurt
And this one is for my Cali niggas
Eastsiders, Ruff Ryders, you could die in the alley, nigga
We riders, shoot the heat beside us
Better not try us, touch it like Midas
Ruff Ryders ride with Eastsiders
Busters bow down and crown the royal highness
Where you wanna take the racks or gats?
Stacks of sacks, sippin' with the Jags and 'Raris
Eastsiders roll with Ruff Ryders
Ride, step aside or get right behind us
I never write raps like one song can make me
Trick off my money and let these bitches break me
I'm a cold piece of work, dick is saggin' in the dirt
Sellin' my double-ups to enhance my worth
Nigga you keep it pimpin', I'ma keep it crippin'
Me and Dip dippin', fuck the police trippin'
I'm an Eastside ride or die nigga
Don't believe y'all fools, y'all some quick to lie niggas
Sippin' on Sanc', call me Lil' Ben
I'm a down to earth brother, gangbangin' and rappin'
Fake blow Joes, nun hoppin' low-lows
I'm tired of you busters and you fake CEOs
You can ask Dale Dogg and motherfuckin' Scoop
We done rounded up the homies and the front line troops
Look cuz, if you don't give me my cheese
I'ma shit down your throat with these tricks up my sleeve
We riders, shoot the heat beside us
Better not try us, touch it like Midas
Ruff Ryders ride with Eastsiders
Busters bow down and crown the royal highness
Where you wanna take the racks or gats?
Stacks of sacks, sippin' with the Jags and 'Raris
Eastsiders roll with Ruff Ryders
Ride, step aside or get right behind us
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