Ruff Ryders Anthem (Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro: Swizz Beatz] This thing right here (Yeah, yeah) Is for my peoples in the streets (Ha-ha) And this thing right here (Ruff Ryders remix) Will get your ass off your feet (C'mon) [Verse 1: Drag-On] They call me Drag-On, when it's time to bomb, I burn 'em all 'Til they all say turn 'em off, 'cause these chips, I'ma earn 'em all Chickenheads know I be the Colonel 'cause I burn eternal Mixed with the inferno, so be careful 'fore I burn you You better learn dude Yeah, I heard you, but I'ma hurt you, what, you don't know? My versatile is a virtue Ruff Ryders be the team, which means a lot cream, lot of schemes Lot of beams to make your stock drop right on the seams Nigga, here it's too hot and too much for you to touch Better tell your man 'cause I'm too tough, indubitably, to dust Do you bust? 'Cause we do, you could ask people But quietly 'cause they don't believe until they leave violently Is you buying this? 'Cause niggas that purchased is under the dirt, kid They call me Drag-On, I'm the youngest, but get bonkers Collabo-in' with my dogs from Yonkers But this Bronx bomber's spittin' flame, so you better wear your armor, flame on [Chorus: DMX] My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop First we had 'em like "oh", now they like "no" (What, baby?) That's how Ruff Ryders roll My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop First we had 'em like "oh", now they like "no" (What, baby?) That's how Ruff Ryders roll [Verse 2: Jadakiss] When I pop up, I lock shop up, pull the drop up Park a block up, hit the alarm, put the top up Stash the 'dro in my sock then pull my sock up And keep the burner, but if it's hot, put my Glock up You know what I'm about, slidin' off, get my cock sucked Or writin' rhymes watching Scarface in the hot tub What you wanna bet when I pull it out If you don't shout that every bullet'll go in and out? Who you know besides 'Kiss take the piss in the bottle of Crist' And then give it to a modelin' bitch? And you like your watch plain, I'ma flood mine Alligator bloodline trained to find coke and bite one time [Verse 3: Styles P] Y'all niggas ain't hearin' me out, 'til I pop up Appear in your house, clearin' it out Holiday style Everybody actin' violent and wild Snatch the wife, silence the child, that's how we move Kill me, my man kill you, that's how you lose I Ruff Ryde, I don't like to slide, felt that I slipped Then the gun's only helpin' the clip and the clip's Only helpin' my hand, and like, who the fuck is helpin' your man? When I cock back and hop out the van Double-R, get a job, play the shit in the car Hit a party, start a fight at the bar, snatch your R Sell your shit for some coke and get the fuck out of Dodge [Verse 4: Eve] Guess you figured that my niggas, flippers, pullin' triggers News team crowd around tryna flick a picture Get with ya, this bitch from Illadelph marches quicker Nigga not makin' sense, better stay up off the liquor Blonde bombshell, caramel, heavy spender Groupies be sayin' I'm they sister, hush ya mouth 'fore I hit ya Sickenin' wiseguys, fake thugs, and bullshitters Take you for a ride, cover up your eyes, then I get ya Used to be shier, now I'm a Ruff Ryder Big niggas play me close when they used to ride by her Snatchin' up your figures, frontin', know you dig us Haters screamin', "Who that bitch?" Mind your business, nigga [Chorus: DMX & DJ Clue] My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop (Yeah) And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop (DJ Clue, The Professional) First we had 'em like "oh", now they like "no" (Part one, what, baby?) That's how Ruff Ryders roll My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop (Cashout, Donine Brasco) And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop First we had 'em like "oh", now they like "no" (Big Skate, Duro, what, baby?) That's how Ruff Ryders roll (Clue) [Verse 5: DMX] The X is gonna hit y'all niggas hard, leave y'all niggas scarred Fuckin' with the dog when you fuckin' with the God Rip y'all niggas off, faggot niggas soft Remember me from up North? I had you scared to cough My name is ringin' bells in penitentiary cells I'm making thugs rebel, ain't hard to tell You never really wanted it, so the mic you jumped in front of it Outta sixteen shots some'll hit, which one of you niggas am I gonna get? Thought you knew what I was gonna spit, this time with this rhyme But by the end of it, y'all niggas is gon' be like, "Yo X ripped it" Did my thing as usual, it's never gon' stop Them cats can't be for real, I got this shit locked Is that a game or a joke? Say the name and get smoked Simple as that, simple as "blap" to the throat Hit 'em all up through the coat, now you losin' your life A dog is a dog for life