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Do That S*** Lyrics - Singles - Ruff Ryders

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 

 

First lady, Ruff Ryder, honey got the hot shit 

Star-bound, money now, for jet-black drop shit 

Eve guarantee, betcha' niggaz wanna pop this 

Little kids be behind me screamin' out, "Can you stop Miss?" 

 

I know they daddy's fiendin', daydreamin' bout me topless 

Real bitches listen while they ride around and knock my shit 

Try not to move ya head, come on now, stop it 

Hustle nigga betty take yours quicker than coke profit 

 

'Cuz I can double it, and put 

Bitch on bitch, brick on brick, stich on stich, who you fuckin' wit? 

Not me, can't a nigga or bitch stop me 

You hatin' mothafuckas line up for your first copy 

 

Y'all fuckin' with the right ones, uhh 

Role it up and just lite some, uhh 

Where my niggaz with the big guns? 

And when you smoke that shit it's like, whoa, whoa 

 

Y'all fuckin' with the right ones, uhh 

Role it up and just lite some, uhh 

Where my bitches that take ones? 

And when you smoke that shit it's like, whoa, whoa 

 

Uh, yo start the beef, hold up, ran when we rolled up 

Tough guy, wanna try ya luck? Betcha' fold up 

Ask around partner, got this whole shit sewed up 

Gotcha' cryin' like, "Man I wanna blow up" 

 

Cowards make me sick, swear to god I wanna throw-up 

Answer in a session with me? You better flow tough 

Offended? Don't agree with what I'm sayin' nigga? So what? 

Now I gotta teach you respect, you better slow up 

 

Question, 'Can she really hold it down?' Sure enough 

Philly's where she from, but when she smoke, she like to go Dutch 

You know what? Quick to take the next man Shyne 

Quick to make him start bitchin' make the next man whine 

 

Fuckin babies!! Go ahead and lay down, it's nap-time 

Same shit you spittin', heard it in your last rhyme 

Ain't to much thatchu' could do, so that'chure skills could pass mine 

Career fineto, here's some dough, go watch a peep show 

 

Y'all fuckin' with the right ones, uhh 

Role it up and just lite some, uhh 

Where my niggaz with the big guns? 

And when you smoke that shit it's like, whoa, whoa 

 

Y'all fuckin' with the right ones, uhh 

Role it up and just lite some, uhh 

Where my bitches that take ones? 

And when you smoke that shit it's like, whoa, whoa 

 

What me to talk crazy, shit, my mom's made me 

And all ya'll niggas can do is spend a paybie 

Ain't gonna never change, do anything for bricks 

Call my celly to come get you while I pass you in your Range 

 

Nigga ride ya shotgun in the car wit' your friends 

And what the fuck you wanna do? But wanna blow out your brains? 

Clown, I spot 'em from the time you buy me a drink 

Instantly I get a vision of diamond studded links 

And full ink minks, and little doggies dyed pink 

 

'Cuz I know ya wanna spend your last, before you even think 

If you know somethin', speak the shit, I can keep a secret 

To me, the niggas with the most money, is the cheapest 

Wanna give me money off the book? Daddy you can keep it 

 

That's why they got the most sites, and in the most fights 

And walk with big brolic niggas thats protectin' they life 

If you know you pussy nigga, take off the ice 

 

Y'all fuckin' with the right ones, uhh 

Role it up and just lite some, uhh 

Where my niggaz with the big guns? 

And when you smoke that shit it's like, whoa, whoa 

 

Y'all fuckin' with the right ones, uhh 

Role it up and just lite some, uhh 

Where my bitches that take ones? 

And when you smoke that shit it's like, whoa, whoa 

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