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ruff ryders - keep the gunz cocked (if it's beef... remix) lyrics

[hook]
keep the gun c-cked
keep the gun c-cked
keep the gun c-cked
(the hood know what it is
keep the gun c-cked
keep the gun c-cked
represent double r
the hood know what it is
keep the gun c-cked
keep the gun c-cked
boost the crime rate
the hood know what it is
i’m in the hood ’cause i f-ck with the thugs
trying to figure out why the money never added up to the love

[verse 1: jadakiss]
i be around but i just be outta sight
and i’ma be spitting till the world run outta mics
in the hood till the projects run outta mice
betting heavy ’till the bodegas run outta dice
and i’m working with more hammers than you can imagine
and when i get in the booth i do it with p-ssion n-ggas
it’s the same old kiss mango six
seats suede listening to something sheek just laid
and sometimes i feel i oughta chill
and i ain’t scared but i guess it’s only right
when you rein’ with a quarter mill
your ends go up your mens go down
it’s like trying to roll a dutch with the windows down
and i’m coming from the gulliest blocks
winter time drug game slow my n-ggas
pump skullies and socks
but i ain’t gonna challenge you to talk
i’ma see you when i see you with the bats
hi calibers and hawks- what

[verse 2: infa.red]
you hating on infa.red get on line
i got more fans than the project building in the summer time
sh-t on your idol smack your protege
kick your moms in the back crack her vertebrae
and f-gots only respect pressure
if you balling why you staring at old
moet bottles on your dresser
and i’m not the one to brag
but i put more red dots on you than a target bag
i sew your body up in a mattress
put you in the bas-m-nt use you for target practice (oh my god!)
i feel like q when her pushed bishop off the roof
these n-ggas in the hood keep saying i got the juice
i’m a hustler first a rapper second
don’t tell hove or l.a. reid that’s off the record
i just tripled my advance
you hummer stunting like you got birds
you only getting points off grams-c-ck sucka

[verse 3: kartoon]
i don’t wanna hear about your set or wherever you claim
don’t tell me ’bout oh boy, whatever his name
don’t you know in anybody hood barettas’ll reign
new york don’t think o-dog is jealous of kane
i’m never mad at a n-gga about the letter he bang
i tell n-ggas to get they money up and better they aim
controversial sales’ll let me make a controversial statement
i will murder everybody in this game stop hatin’
if it’s true that the rap game ain’t far from c0ke
i could tell you how many bubbles in a bar of soap
i’m double r biatch that’s v.i.p
ghetto parks on me, street n-ggas might need to see id
k in the truck on the low-low
even got the house on hydrolics it’s jumping with doe doe
keep a lil something something kissin’ that waist
cali go hard never mention that place

[verse 4: flashy]
it’s flashy y’all yeah i spit the c-ckiest bars
so if there’s beef n-gga then see me i’m not a mirage
i rock with a r so if anything pops i’m involved
the six sawyers poppin’ ’em all and the problem is solved
see ruff ryders’s like a religion i follow the laws
stick to code violating bodies’ll fall
its not an option to starve
that’s why i stay in the booth like prison guards when they watching the yard
and yeah i heard they calling flashy
insane ’cause i ain’t change
got a new deal and i still catch a cab or a train
i’m still the same n-gga packaging caine
rolling up l after l like cool j was on the back of my name
so if it’s drama n-ggas know where i live
but i guarantee you’ll pay some
repercussions for approaching the crib
’cause if the raps ain’t soak in your
wig then ice pokin’ your ribs
’cause when it’s beef the hood know what it is- n-gga

[hook]
keep the gun c-cked
keep the gun c-cked
keep the gun c-cked
the hood know what it is
keep the gun c-cked
keep the gun c-cked
represent double r
the hood know what it is
keep the gun c-cked
keep the gun c-cked
boost the crime rate
the hood know what it is
i’m in the hood ’cause i f-ck with the thugs
trying to figure out why the money never added up to the love
keep the gun c-cked
keep the gun c-cked
keep the gun c-cked
the hood know what it is
keep the gun c-cked
keep the gun c-cked
represent double r
the hood know what it is
keep the gun c-cked
keep the gun c-cked
boost the crime rate
the hood know what it is
i’m in the hood ’cause i f-ck with the thugs
trying to figure out why the money never added up to the love

- ruff ryders lyrics

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