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ruff ryders - bugout lyrics

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aiyyo these n-gg-z is crazy baby
they can’t f-ck with the dog
(ya know)
yo swizz, swizz
(my n-gg-)
swizz, swizz, swizz

another one?
(swizz)
another one?
(another one?)
are we bein’ greedy or what?
i don’t think so

c’mon baby, like you don’t know these streets is, that bad
they’ll find yo’ body but in pieces
’cause the beast is on some real cruddy sh-t
about to split yo’ wig with some bl–dy sh-t

i ain’t droppin’ nuttin’ but that ugly sh-t
(c’mon)
bite yo hand like i tried yo man ’cause what you sayin’ is nuttin’
must really think i’m playin’ but i’ll be layin’ while you bluffin’
look out, they done let that crook out, and i took out
enough of yo’ family, to have a f-ckin’ cookout

but what kind of get-together, is it when everyone get hit together
or when i’m in the chair, just before they hit the leather
(c’mon)
i’ma say it, ’til i know, how much strength is left
and curse all who will breathe in the stench of death

though on the sixth day after i’m buried i will rise
enbalmin’ fluid in my veins and blood, in my eyes
and them guys that was laughin’ don’t even smile anymore
how many four-pound rounds can yo’ -ss endure?

twenty more, of that raw, stripped to the flesh
(what)
a thousand pounds of pressure
sh-t that rip through the vest and pull yo’ chest
but what’s a ruff ryder supposed to do, when you frontin’?
give you n-gg-z what you wantin’, muh’f-cker, nuttin’

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