UHH UHH UHHHHHH!!!!!!!
Yeah!!
Def Jam Yeah!! (come on)
Ruff Ryders Yeah!! (come on)
Def Jam Yeah!! (come on)
Ruff Ryders Yeah!! (come on)
Def Jam Yeah!! (come on)
Ruff Ryders Yeah!! (come on)
Bloodline, we bout to blow
Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow
Vacant Lot, we bout to blow
Man, bitch ass niggaz
just don't know
Bloodline, we bout to blow
Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow
Vacant Lot, we bout to blow
Man, bitch ass niggaz
just don't know
I'm just gonna stick to the
script cuz you know how that
shit go
Quick to the flip dog,
kitten don't let go
Get that shit yo,
wrong or right me
Dog for life and it's on tonight
Y'all niggaz make
money, money, money
My Niggaz take
money, money, money
Bloodline, get down cuz I
love mine
I can put my life
on the line at least
one time Cats don't know nothing
but show frontin
I'm a pump pump it up
like Joe Budden
Dark Man, bang your head
with the walk man
Tryna holla at shorty,
you still tryna talk man
Sometimes niggaz is worse
than the bitches
So I'm a holla at you,
but first with the stitches
Cats don't know
who you fucking with
'til you fucking with
X and you stuck in shit
Bloodline, we bout to blow
Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow
Vacant Lot, we bout to blow
Man, bitch ass niggaz
just don't know
Bloodline, we bout to blow
Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow
Vacant Lot, we bout to blow
Man, bitch ass niggaz
just don't know
Yo Grease I need this beat,
no disrespect
I just got some
shit I need to get off my chest
Look around and I see the rap
game is a mess So many chromes,
now they getting me vexed
Upset and insane in how the
game gonna change shit
Sounding the same,
and it's a ma fucking shame
While lames think they flow
so sick,
getting excited
Yeah they got a sick flow,
it's called the Young Hoe Virus
BUT,
let me fall back into character
B got so hot,
never been an amateur
Ask the locals, Boy its Lo Co
Never Stop my flow,
wanna go pro, you know
Check the history,
started with the R's
Now I'm running with the line,
four time, no mystery
Dog, tryna position me to
get in the door
But since the door don't open
wide enough we rippin it off
Bloodline, we bout to blow
Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow
Vacant Lot, we bout to blow
Man, bitch ass niggaz
just don't know
Bloodline, we bout to blow
Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow
Vacant Lot, we bout to blow
Man, bitch ass niggaz
just don't know
Dog, gonna be Dog,
that's how I get down
Step up, nigga, sit down,
put your shit down (AIGHT!!!)
Clowns ain't even built
for the circus,
I'm about to pop this nigga
(DOG, It ain't worth it)
TAHHHH, yeah you right,
soon as your man make it
dead at night
I'll be there, aight??
(then what??)
Everything stops,
money turns on the light,
and Pa Pop Pop Pop!!!
None stop shots ringing out,
cowards hit the ground
I came to get down
if you came to get down
Blow the pound up,
niggaz wanna what with us
Bloodline and the dog I trust,
so for the dog I bust
That thang,
catch me while I'm up in the
truck with that thang
Dog get the word,
it's a must that I bang
And trust me, I'm gonna
do my motherfuck'n thang
Bloodline, we bout to blow
Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow
Vacant Lot, we bout to blow
Man, bitch ass niggaz
just don't know
Bloodline, we bout to blow
Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow
Vacant Lot, we bout to blow
Man, bitch ass niggaz
just don't know
Yeah! Come on man,
ya niggaz what the
fuck this shit is!
Gutter
UHH UHH UHHHHHH!!!!!!!
Yeah!!
Def Jam Yeah!! (come on)
Ruff Ryders Yeah!! (come on)
Def Jam Yeah!! (come on)
Ruff Ryders Yeah!! (come on)
Def Jam Yeah!! (come on)
Ruff Ryders Yeah!! (come on)
Bloodline, we bout to blow
Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow
Vacant Lot, we bout to blow
Man, bitch ass niggaz
just don't know
Bloodline, we bout to blow
Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow
Vacant Lot, we bout to blow
Man, bitch ass niggaz
just don't know
I'm just gonna stick to the
script cuz you know how tha t
shit go
Quick to the flip dog,
kitten don't let go
Get that shit yo,
wrong or right me
Dog for life and it's on tonight
Y'all niggaz make
money, money, money
My Niggaz take
money, money, money
Bloodline, get down cuz I
love mine
I can put my life
on the line at least
one time Cats don't know nothing
but show frontin
I'm a pump pump it up
like Joe Budden
Dark Man, bang your head
with the walk man
Tryna holla at shorty,
you still tryna talk man
Sometimes niggaz is worse
than the bitches
So I'm a holla at you,
but first with the stitches
Cats don't know
who you fucking with
'til you fucking with
X and you stuck in shit
Bloodline, we bout to blow
Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow
Vacant Lot, we bout to blow
Man, bitch ass niggaz
just don't know
Bloodline, we bout to blow
Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow
Vacant Lot, we bout to blow
Man, bitch ass niggaz
just don't know
Yo Grease I need this beat,
no disrespect
I just got some
shit I need to get off my chest
Look around and I see the rap
game is a mess So many chromes,
now they getting me vexed
Upset and insane in how the
game gonna change shit
Sounding the same,
and it's a ma fucking shame
While lames think they flow
so sick,
getting excited
Yeah they got a sick flow,
it's called the Young Hoe Virus
BUT,
let me fall back into character
B got so hot,
never been an amateur
Ask the locals, Boy its Lo Co
Never Stop my flow,
wanna go pro, you know
Check the history,
started with the R's
Now I'm running with the line,
four time, no mystery
Dog, tryna position me to
get in the door
But since the door don't open
wide enough we rippin it off
Bloodline, we bout to blow
Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow
Vacant Lot, we bout to blow
Man, bitch ass niggaz
just don't know
Bloodline, we bout to blow
Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow
Vacant Lot, we bout to blow
Man, bitch ass niggaz
just don't know
Dog, gonna be Dog,
that's how I get down
Step up, nigga, sit down,
put your shit down (AIGHT!!!)
Clowns ain't even built
for the circus,
I'm about to pop this nigga
(DOG, It ain't worth it)
TAHHHH, yeah you right,
soon as your man make it
dead at night
I'll be there, aight??
(then what??)
Everything stops,
money turns on the light,
and Pa Pop Pop Pop!!!
None stop shots ringing out,
cowards hit the ground
I came to get down
if you came to get down
Blow the pound up,
niggaz wanna what with us
Bloodline and the dog I trust,
so for the dog I bust
That thang,
catch me while I'm up in the
truck with that thang
Dog get the word,
it's a must that I bang
And trust me, I'm gonna
do my motherfuck'n thang
Bloodline, we bout to blow
Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow
Vacant Lot, we bout to blow
Man, bitch ass niggaz
just don't know
Bloodline, we bout to blow
Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow
Vacant Lot, we bout to blow
Man, bitch ass niggaz
just don't know
Yeah! Come on man,
ya niggaz what the
fuck this shit is!
Gutter