Paroles de 'Ruff Ryders Anthem' par DMX

Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up shop
Oh... No...
That's how ruff ryders roll

Niggaz wanna try, niggaz wanna lie
Then niggaz wonder why, niggaz wanna die
All I know is pain
All I feel is rain
How can I maintain, with mad shit on my brain?
I resort to violence, my niggaz move in silence
Like you don't know what are style is
New york niggaz the wildest
My niggaz is wit' it
You want it?
Come and get it
Took it, then we split it
You fuckin' right, we did it
What the fuck you gonna do, when we run up on you
Fuckin' wit' the wrong crew, don't know what we goin' thru
I'ma have ta show niggaz how easliy we blow niggaz
When you find out there's some more niggas, that's runnin withyour niggaz
Nothin' we can't handle, break it up and dismantle, light it uplike a candle
Just cause I can't stand you
Put my shit on tapes, like you bussin' grapes
Think you holdin weight? Then you haven't met the apes

Is ya'll niggaz crazy?
I'll buss you and be swazy
Stop actin' like a baby, mind your business lady
Nosy people get it too, when you see me spit at you
You know I'm tryin' to get rid of you
Yeah, I know it's pitiful
That's how niggaz get down
Watch my niggaz split round
Make ya'll niggaz kiss ground, just for talkin' shit clown
Oh you think it's funny, that you don't owe me money
It's about to get ugly, fuck it dog I'm hungry
I guess you know what that mean, come up off that green
Five niggaz or a fiend, don't make it a murder scene
Give a dog a bone, leave a dog alone
Let a dog roam, and he'll find his way home
Home of the brave, my home is a cage
And yo I'ma slave til' all about the papers
I'ma pull paper, it's all about the papers
Bitches talkin' paper then how they wanna rape us

Look what you dun started
Asked for it, you got it
Had it, should have shot it
Now your dearly departed
Get at me dog, did I rip shit?
With this one here, I flip shit
Niggaz know when I kick shit
It's gonna be some slick shit
What was that look for, when I walked in the door
Oh you thought you was raw?
Boom! Not anymore
Cause now you on the floor, wishin' you never saw,
Me walk through that door, wit' that 4 4
Now it's time for bed
Two more to the head, got the floor red
Yea that nigga's dead
Another unsolved mystery, is goin' down in history
Niggaz ain't never did shit to me
Bitch ass niggaz can't get to me
Gots to make the move, got a point to prove
Gotta make 'em grove, got 'em all like ooh
So the next time, you hear this nigga ryhme
Try to keep your mind, on gettin pussy and prime

(Machine gun) talk is cheap mutha fucka... (fucka)