And I Came To... Lyrics - Singles - Styles

Turn it up (turn it up) 

Swizz Beats the monster 

(Fix ya face, Ruff Ryders) 

Let's do it 

(D-Block) E-V-E, Styles P. and Sheek 

(Whats up, whats up) 

Let's do it 

Walk wit ya nigga, hawk wit ya nigga 

I came to shut it down 

Ski mask and four pound 

Baby grenades, we deep like baby parades 

D-Block I'm goin' sharpen ya blades 

Let's get it on 

Videos with bullets flying through Korn 

Blow! Footage turn ya camcords on 

It's the underground nigga with bricks, nigga with dough 

A nigga fucking all y'all chicks, you know 

I'm a gangster and a gentleman too, P 

I'll lay a nigga down and send his moms a bouquet for free 

I could start a pet store with these birds 

I'm the rap Donald Goines with words 

Still rob y'all herbs (And I came to) 

Hit the club on my dick, light up a blunt 

Thug a bitch out, I got the mud in the front 

I got the flight jacket, came with wings 

When I chase you to the roof 

Clappin' at ya ass with one of them things 

[Chorus] 

I gots to live by my pride 

'Cause I came to Ruff Ryde or die 

And I gots to shut down ya name 

'Cause I came to shut down the game 

And I gots to hold down this heat 

'Cause I came to hold down ya streets 

And I gots to make sure I drop yo ass 

'Cause I came to D-Block all ya cash 

Yo, I was determined to sell 

And not because I'm just a bunny with a fluffy tail 

Had to prove that I could live hard and spit hard 

Just a bonus that I'm cute and get ya dick hard 

See, I ain't never lettin' mine go 

I'ma be here forever with my dogs as the time go 

And I know we makin' niggas sick 

We in they face everyday every way and they can't handle it 

Streets choosin' Double are realest niggas out no confusion 

Cats don't want it over here--have you heard 

S.P. ain't for games little boy lesson learned 

I suggest you stay far from my nigga's face 

Hop back go hard all day in a nigga's face 

You see, you cowards ain't a threat to us really 

Just figured that we let you know that testin' us is silly 

Good luck, y'all, naw forreal, fuck why'all 

[Chorus] 

I live by my pride, I could never be broke 

I'ma Ruff Ryde or die catch me bein' with dope 

Smokin' weed in the hoopty with the three in the coat 

'Cause my ace boon-koon got a connect 

Told me send a hundred bundles to the day room soon 

If the shit go right, he know that it will 

We'll be cash, he'll be movin' straight weight through June 

But back to this rap shit who thug it the most 

It'll take the whole coast just to fuck with the ghost 

He done shut down the game, shit on ya name 

If you ain't hold down the street or bust off ya heat 

Then me and you is different, we ain't get it the same 

And I represent niggas who live it, keep askin' for it 

And I represent niggas who give it 

This a D-Block Ruff Ryder, Holiday Styles 

Cock sucker and I don't give a fuck about you 

[Chorus]