Bugout - Ruff Ryders, DMX

Ughhh

Aieyo (ahhhhhhhhh!!!)

These niggaz is crazy baby

They cant fuck wit da dog (ya know)

Yo swizz

Swizz (my nigga)

Swizz, swizz, swizz

Anotha one?

(swizz)

Anotha one?

(anotha one?)

Are we being greedy??

?

(uh, swizz, swizz)

Or what??

?

I dont think so Uh Come on baby

Like u dont know

Da streets is (uh)

To bad

Theyll find yo body

But in pieces (uh)

Cuz the beast is On some real cruddy shit

About to split yo wig wit some bloody shit

I aint droppin nutitn but dat ugly shit (come on)

Bite yo head like I tried yo man

Cuz what u sayin is nuttin (uh huh)

Must really think Im playin

But Ill be layin

While u bluffin

Look out !!!

Dey dont let dat crook out

I took out

Enough of yo family

To have a fuckin cook out (uh)

For one time we get togetha (uh)

Is it when everyone get hit togetha

Or when Im in da tent just before they hit da leather

Ima say it so I know how much strenght is left

And curse all who will breathe in da stench of death (uh huh)

Though after the sixth day Im buried

I will rise

And bomb da fluid in my veins and blood in my eyes (uh, uh)

And them guys that was laughin

Dont even smile anymore

How many 4 pound rounds can yo ass indulge?

20 more of that raw strip to da flesh (what? !)

1000 pounds of pressure

Shit that rip through the vest and pull yo chest open

So what da ruff ryder possed to do?

When u frontin

Give u niggaz what u wantin

Mufucka…

Nutin!