We in Here

[Intro: Big Kap] Yeah you know how we do it, Funk Flex, Big Kap, Def Jam The Tunnel, Ruff Ryders, Let's go baby [Chorus: Swizz Beatz] Ruff Ryders! (We in here) Ruff Ryders! (We stay in here) Ruff Ryders! (Ain't goin nowhere Ain't hidin nowhere, ain't runnin nowhere) [Verse 1: Drag-On] Ya'll laughin, when we comin, we checkin the cabinets Body parts we baggin, we ain't comin for the crack We come to crack backs in two over niggas hairdo Split waves, pop off ceasars and graze niggas fades I creep in a Mustang, bust my heat in the rain Till they get a rust stain Y'all niggas heard of me, probably wanna murder me I'll pull up on ya block and turn your white T burgundy Let's see some surgery [Verse 2: Eve] Watch the first lady as she rides Rougher than the rest of them bitches What it take for cats to hush they mouth This one official Come on clown prove it's still an issue Streets is ours, have ya homies grieving cause they miss you Thought it was a game when I said the dogs would get you Heard you fucked up cause E-V-E bit you Flex knows what the real is That's why he deal wit Ruff Ryders baby droppin bombs nigga feel this [Chorus: Swizz Beatz] Ruff Ryders! (We in here) Ruff Ryders! (We stay in here) Ruff Ryders! (Ain't goin nowhere Ain't hidin nowhere, ain't runnin nowhere) [Verse 3: Jadakiss] While ya'll braggin, I'm over here choppin and baggin And I don't want the drop coupe so I'm choppin the wagon Dark navy blue six speed, six air-bags Even if this shit crash, feel like Six Flags And ya'll niggas can't block my shells When I'm in jail the C.O. don't lock my cell Before any rap group, we was The LOX crooks I'll slap a hundred dollars on the whole blocks books And know the block shook, when I walk by Niggas just like you they rather not look I inspired y'all niggas to flow I'mma always get money so I admire ya'll niggas that blow Ask yourself who the nicest out right now Put your ice up lets get on the mic right now Clown, I'm the top cat where it stops at Where lightning and thunder at And y'all niggas is under that [Verse 4: Styles P] If you want it with the P. you gonna get your turn Tuck my gun while its hot to feel my dick hair burn Might come through the spot with the shottie and wop Body the block and hop on the Ducati with rocks I ain't never drive a bike but I ride on the back Rob wit a gat, shit I still ride wit my cracks If you wanna go to war we can tally it up Escalade and Denali it up, what? [Chorus: Swizz Beatz] Ruff Ryders! (We in here) Ruff Ryders! (We stay in here) Ruff Ryders! (Ain't goin no where Ain't hidin no where, ain't runnin no where) [Verse 5: Sheek Louch & DMX] If you like Sheek, you hold heat and no one know Bust yo' gun leave the body where no one go I pack some shit for any type of situation Only time I don't pack heat is on vacation And that's the blow dryer next to the Playstation I'm big but I use shit to kill you quick (Uh) And I don't wrestle unless a chick in bed on my dick (Uh) Flex (Uh) know I bring (Uh) somethin hot (Uh) to the spot [Verse 6: DMX] What would you rather have the ten you found or the five you earned Became a man at six cause at five you learned Don't take nothin' for granted except death Man of the house cause you the last nigga left (What!) See how it's going dizzy with the shit so we can blast a rhyme Hope the Lord got your soul cause your ass is mine Every time you turn around niggas know that I be right there East heard the West was cravin for a nightmare Don't give a fuck about what you sling Cause you ain't slingin that shit, or bringin that shit Up the hill, but you still singin that shit Talkin shit like you know what its like to walk this shit Get on some stalkin shit Show you niggas that real New Yorker shit I'm just thinkin all the business I don' handled for niggas All the families that I got lightin candles for niggas Grieving relatives, grandmothers fallin' out and needing sedatives Moms huggin the casket wishin that she raised some better kids [Verse 7: Swizz Beatz] Y'all niggas actors I'll put your face where your muthafuckin back was Im tired of y'all niggas actors Y'all know what y'all gonna get And y'all niggas know damn well who y'all fuckin wit Little slim nigga like me, big gun like this And my gun bust and gun never miss I'm the nigga that make ya miss Christmas When we go to court you know shit dismissed [Chorus: Swizz Beatz] Ruff Ryders! (We in here) Ruff Ryders! (We stay in here) Ruff Ryders! (Ain't goin nowhere Ain't hidin nowhere, ain't runnin nowhere) Ruff Ryders! (We in here) Ruff Ryders! (We stay in here) Ruff Ryders! (Ain't goin nowhere Ain't hidin nowhere, ain't runnin nowhere) Ruff Ryders! (We in here) Ruff Ryders! (We stay in here) Ruff Ryders! (Ain't goin nowhere Ain't hidin nowhere, ain't runnin nowhere) Ruff Ryders! (We in here) Ruff Ryders! (We stay in here) Ruff Ryders! (Ain't goin nowhere Ain't hidin nowhere, ain't runnin nowhere, come on)