Ruff Ryders and DMX - The Great

Woo
Come on
Woo
Uh, uh, woo
Uh woo
Come on
Wooh

Uh, uh uh
Man, I hear you niggas talkin
But you walkin the wrong way to really mean it
I done heard it, I done seen it, don't get caught up in between it

It's a dark road you walkin' on, same street that I be stalkin on
Suppose to be quiet, but you keep talkin on
Now ya mouth done got you in some shit
So we goin' let everybody see your gangsta ass get smacked like a bitch

Guess I'll remind y'all niggas, I can find y'all niggas
Click click, what's up, walk up right behind y'all niggas
Once the four four hit' you
You ain't going no where but out the door on a stretcher

Boy, I'm a get you
Wet y'all niggas up like a pool
'Cause I done told you, y'all goin' make me lose my cool
Yo Knock get the glock, these bitch niggas is actin'

Making movies, we'll make a movie about this shit after it happened
All that yappin', that them new niggas is gettin away with
Take it easy my friend, let 'em know, dog ain't to be played with

A nigga gotta take the good with the bad
I'm fuckin with the hood and I'm glad
I wish you understood why I'm mad
'Cause it'd take a lot of pressure of my back
A nigga gotta take the good with the bad
I'm fuckin with the hood and I'm glad
I wish you understood why I'm mad
'Cause it'd take a lot of pressure of my back

Uh, uh, uh
Most of these hard rocks turn out to be soft as wet dog shit
Talkin shit, but when the fog spits, dog they all split
Then all hit the ground around the same time

In the same frame of mind, "things up in the nine"
left them bitches blind, hit 'em up from behind
Yeah, that's how you do that
And he had such a good head up on his shoulders, but I blew that

Fuck you black, you new cats don't know somethin important
You die quick fuckin' with my shit, and my shits extortin'
House rules, when I speak, y'all niggas listen
I drop jewels that you cats can't afford to keep missin'

Drinkin past stress fueled by drugs
Shits about to get real out of hand dog, better get ya man dog
Rap shit comes second, I'm a show you what a robber do
Mention ice one more time and I'm robbin' you

Tie you up for a week starvin' you
Beatin' the shit out of you everyday, 'cause yo, these niggas gotta pay

A nigga gotta take the good with the bad
I'm fuckin with the hood and I'm glad
I wish you understood why I'm mad
'Cause it'd take a lot of pressure of my back
A nigga gotta take the good with the bad
I'm fuckin with the hood and I'm glad
I wish you understood why I'm mad
'Cause it'd take a lot of pressure off my back

Uh, uh, uh
Dog it ain't no secret 'bout how its going down once I put on the pressure
It ain't nothing but another nigga put on a stretcher
With a blanket over his face, take him to the morgue with the waste

'Cause he was in the wrong place at the wrong time
So I gave it to him in his chest
In his throat, in his head, in his back, through his vest, yes
Ain't a whole lot to braking a nigga down fast

They call me black 'cause that's how I'm gon' be on that ass
Y'all pussy niggas think it's sweet
But ain't a fuckin thing going down 'til I eat
So can I beef? You better while you still got teeth

'Cause they about to get knocked out, hopped out
On that ass with a blast that'll make ya shit drop out
Popped out, through a you know what
'Cause you know why, and you know my

Motherfuckin' name up in this game
And bitch, you know I
Will never be crossed flippin', but on some east coast terms
New York niggas do, fuck the perms

A nigga gotta take the good with the bad
I'm fuckin with the hood and I'm glad
I wish you understood why I'm mad
'Cause it'd take a lot of pressure of my back
A nigga gotta take the good with the bad
I'm fuckin with the hood and I'm glad
I wish you understood why I'm mad
'Cause it'd take a lot of pressure of my back

Written by:
Earl Simmons, Imsomie Leeper, Frederick James Perren, Keni St. Lewis

Publisher:
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