Ruff Ryders - Bug Out lyrics

[DMX] Ughhh Ayo These n***as is crazy baby They can't f** wit da dog (ya know) Yo Swizz Swizz (my n***a) Swizz, Swizz, Swizz Another one? (Swizz) Another one? (Another one?) Are we being greedy??? (Uh, Swizz, Swizz) Or what??? I don't think so Uh Come on baby Like u don't know Da streets is (uh) To Bad They'll find yo body But in pieces (uh) Cuz the beast is On some real cruddy sh** About to split yo wig wit some bloody sh** I ain't dropping nothing but that ugly sh** (come on) Bite yo head like i tried yo man Cause what u saying is nothing (uh huh) Must really think im playing But I'll be laying While u bluffing Look out !!! They don't let that crook out I took out Enough of yo family To have a f**ing cook out (uh) For one time we get together (uh) Is it when everyone get hit together Or when I'm in the tan just before they hit the leather I'm a say it so i know how much strength is left And curse all who will breathe in the stench of d**h (uh huh) Though after the sixth day im buried I will rise And bomb thefluid in my veins and blood in my eyes (uh, uh) And them guys that was laughing Don't even smile anymore How many 4 pound rounds can yo a** indulge? 20 more of that raw strip to the flesh (what?!) 1000 pounds of pressure sh** that rip through the vest and pull yo chest open So what the Ruff Ryder posed to do? When u fronting Give u n***as what u wanting Muf**a... Nothing!!