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)