作词 : Blackman, Joyner, Reid ... Yea, come on Def Jam yea, come on Ruff Ryders yea, come on Def Jam yea, come on Ruff Ryders yea, come on Def Jam yea, come on Ruff Ryders yea, come on Bloodline, we bout to blow, what! Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow, what! Vacant Lot, we bout to blow, what! Man, ************ ass ******z just don't know Bloodline, we bout to blow, what! Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow, what! Vacant Lot, we bout to blow, what! Man, ************ ass ******z just don't know I'm just gonna stick to the script 'cuz you know how that ************t go Quick to the flip dog, kitten don't let go Get that ************t yo, wrong or right me Dog for life and it's on tonight Y'all ******z make money, money, money My ******z take money, money, money Bloodline, get down 'cuz I love mine I can put my life on the line at least one time Cats don't know nothin', but show frontin' I'm a pump, pump it up like Joe Budden Dark Man, bang your head with the walk man Tryna holla at Shorty, you still tryna' talk, man Sometimes ******z is worse than the ************ So I'm a holla at you, but first with the stitches Cats don't know who you ******' with Till you ******' with X and you stuck in ************t Bloodline, we bout to blow, what! Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow, what! Vacant Lot, we bout to blow, what! Man, ************ ass ******z just don't know Bloodline, we bout to blow, what! Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow, what! Vacant Lot, we bout to blow, what! Man, ************ ass ******z just don't know Yo, Grease I need this beat, no disrespect I just got some ************t I need to get off my chest Look around and I see the rap game is a mess So many chromes, now they gettin' me vexed Upset and insane in how the game gonna change ************t Soundin' the same, and it's a ma ******' shame While lames think they flow so sick, gettin' excited Yeah they got a sick flow, its called the “ Young Hoe Virus”But, let me fall back into character B got so hot, never been an amateur Ask the locals, boy its Lo CoNever Stop my flow, wanna go pro, you know Check the history, started with the R'sNow I'm runnin' with the line, four time, no mystery Dog, tryna position me to get in the door But since the door don't open wide enough, we rippin' it off Bloodline, we bout to blow, what! Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow, what! Vacant Lot, we bout to blow, what! Man, ************ ass ******z just don't know Bloodline, we bout to blow, what! Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow, what! Vacant Lot, we bout to blow, what! Man, ************ ass ******z just don't know Dog, gonna be dog, that's how I get down Step up, ******, sit down, put your ************t down Clowns ain't even built for the circus I'm about to pop this ******, dog, it ain't worth it Tahhh, yea you right, soon as your man make It dead at night I'll be there, alight? Then what? Everything stops, money turns on the light And pa pop pop pop! None stop shots ringin' out, cowards hit the ground I came to get down if you came to get down Blow the pound up, ******z wanna what with us Bloodline and the dog I trust, so for the dog I bustThat thang, catch me while I'm up in the truck with that thang Dog get the word, it's a must that I bangAnd trust me, I'm gonna do my mother******' thang Bloodline, we bout to blow, what! Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow, what! Vacant Lot, we bout to blow, what! Man, ************ ass ******z just don't know Bloodline, we bout to blow, what! Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow, what! Vacant Lot, we bout to blow, what! Man, ************ ass ******z just don't know Yeah! Come on man, ya ******z don't know what the ****** this ************t is Gutter, gutter, gutter, gutter
作词 : Blackman, Joyner, Reid ... Yea, come on Def Jam yea, come on Ruff Ryders yea, come on Def Jam yea, come on Ruff Ryders yea, come on Def Jam yea, come on Ruff Ryders yea, come on Bloodline, we bout to blow, what! Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow, what! Vacant Lot, we bout to blow, what! Man, ************ ass ******z just don't know Bloodline, we bout to blow, what! Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow, what! Vacant Lot, we bout to blow, what! Man, ************ ass ******z just don't know I'm just gonna stick to the script 'cuz you know how that ************t go Quick to the flip dog, kitten don't let go Get that ************t yo, wrong or right me Dog for life and it's on tonight Y'all ******z make money, money, money My ******z take money, money, money Bloodline, get down 'cuz I love mine I can put my life on the line at least one time Cats don't know nothin', but show frontin' I'm a pump, pump it up like Joe Budden Dark Man, bang your head with the walk man Tryna holla at Shorty, you still tryna' talk, man Sometimes ******z is worse than the ************ So I'm a holla at you, but first with the stitches Cats don't know who you ******' with Till you ******' with X and you stuck in ************t Bloodline, we bout to blow, what! Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow, what! Vacant Lot, we bout to blow, what! Man, ************ ass ******z just don't know Bloodline, we bout to blow, what! Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow, what! Vacant Lot, we bout to blow, what! Man, ************ ass ******z just don't know Yo, Grease I need this beat, no disrespect I just got some ************t I need to get off my chest Look around and I see the rap game is a mess So many chromes, now they gettin' me vexed Upset and insane in how the game gonna change ************t Soundin' the same, and it's a ma ******' shame While lames think they flow so sick, gettin' excited Yeah they got a sick flow, its called the “ Young Hoe Virus”But, let me fall back into character B got so hot, never been an amateur Ask the locals, boy its Lo CoNever Stop my flow, wanna go pro, you know Check the history, started with the R'sNow I'm runnin' with the line, four time, no mystery Dog, tryna position me to get in the door But since the door don't open wide enough, we rippin' it off Bloodline, we bout to blow, what! Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow, what! Vacant Lot, we bout to blow, what! Man, ************ ass ******z just don't know Bloodline, we bout to blow, what! Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow, what! Vacant Lot, we bout to blow, what! Man, ************ ass ******z just don't know Dog, gonna be dog, that's how I get down Step up, ******, sit down, put your ************t down Clowns ain't even built for the circus I'm about to pop this ******, dog, it ain't worth it Tahhh, yea you right, soon as your man make It dead at night I'll be there, alight? Then what? Everything stops, money turns on the light And pa pop pop pop! None stop shots ringin' out, cowards hit the ground I came to get down if you came to get down Blow the pound up, ******z wanna what with us Bloodline and the dog I trust, so for the dog I bustThat thang, catch me while I'm up in the truck with that thang Dog get the word, it's a must that I bangAnd trust me, I'm gonna do my mother******' thang Bloodline, we bout to blow, what! Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow, what! Vacant Lot, we bout to blow, what! Man, ************ ass ******z just don't know Bloodline, we bout to blow, what! Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow, what! Vacant Lot, we bout to blow, what! Man, ************ ass ******z just don't know Yeah! Come on man, ya ******z don't know what the ****** this ************t is Gutter, gutter, gutter, gutter
