[Swizz](Strings)
Uh Where the club at?
Uh, uh where the club at?
Swizz Beats, Strings
Uh Where the club at?
Ruff Ryders
[Strings]
How come?
n***as constantly fronting
Mouths wide open but they ain't saying nothing
Y'all dumb, b**hes sound pitiful
Unoriginal, think your sh** is critical
Now run, for cover when my joint come on
Don't need a crew b**h I hold my own
Y'all bums, get out, my sh** out, I burn your crib out
With the hotness that's spinning
Want some?
Give it and get it right back
200 four, put a whole in your soul
Gun, gun in my hip, pistol pump grip
Trigger finger slip then you slip back a dip
Da bums dirty, gritty, low down
Telling me to slow down, bust four more rounds
Da club bouncing up and down and
Looking all around at n***as straight clownin'
Make money is what I do best and
Y'all n***as schemin', you better where vest then
STRINGS n***as that's my name and
When I go platinum you know I'm to blame and
And partna what'cha saying, nothing really right?
Y'all broads steady talking, your sh** ain't really tight
I'm driving you off, something ain't right
My wrists all flooded, bank account cluttered
For all you motherf**ers wonderin' I stay bu*tered
Y'all n***as take too long to come, I'm done
I'm turning the page, I ain't got no time for games
I'm grown and I got a child your age
Make it a million degrees in this motherf**er
Try to catch your breath
And I got the joint hoppin' from the top to the left
Lyrical crack, too much will rock ya to d**h
In the studio makin' hits, while you failing whole sets
Any way we move you gon' get your palms wet
A beautiful but deadly MC is on the M-I-C
Prepare for your d**h, S-T-R-I-N-G-S, ghetto fabulous
I'mma platinum Rolley, and you ain't worth my time
I'mma silver dollar, you b**hes just dimes
If you don't have cla**, before you have cash
You might never get it, you can't buy
b**h you born wit' it, so go on wit' it
Cause you gon go get it, cause I done sh**ted
Either you wit' it or forget it, y'all n***as just plain did it
So quit it n***a