And I Came To...

Turn it up (turn it up) Swizz Beats the monster (Fix ya face, Ruff Ryders) Let's do it (D-Block) E-V-E, Styles P. and Sheek (Whats up, whats up) Let's do it Walk wit ya nigga, hawk wit ya nigga I came to shut it down Ski mask and four pound Baby grenades, we deep like baby parades D-Block I'm goin' sharpen ya blades Let's get it on Videos with bullets flying through Korn Blow! Footage turn ya camcords on It's the underground nigga with bricks, nigga with dough A nigga fucking all y'all chicks, you know I'm a gangster and a gentleman too, P I'll lay a nigga down and send his moms a bouquet for free I could start a pet store with these birds I'm the rap Donald Goines with words Still rob y'all herbs (And I came to) Hit the club on my dick, light up a blunt Thug a bitch out, I got the mud in the front I got the flight jacket, came with wings When I chase you to the roof Clappin' at ya ass with one of them things [Chorus] I gots to live by my pride 'Cause I came to Ruff Ryde or die And I gots to shut down ya name 'Cause I came to shut down the game And I gots to hold down this heat 'Cause I came to hold down ya streets And I gots to make sure I drop yo ass 'Cause I came to D-Block all ya cash Yo, I was determined to sell And not because I'm just a bunny with a fluffy tail Had to prove that I could live hard and spit hard Just a bonus that I'm cute and get ya dick hard See, I ain't never lettin' mine go I'ma be here forever with my dogs as the time go And I know we makin' niggas sick We in they face everyday every way and they can't handle it Streets choosin' Double are realest niggas out no confusion Cats don't want it over here--have you heard S.P. ain't for games little boy lesson learned I suggest you stay far from my nigga's face Hop back go hard all day in a nigga's face You see, you cowards ain't a threat to us really Just figured that we let you know that testin' us is silly Good luck, y'all, naw forreal, fuck why'all [Chorus] I live by my pride, I could never be broke I'ma Ruff Ryde or die catch me bein' with dope Smokin' weed in the hoopty with the three in the coat 'Cause my ace boon-koon got a connect Told me send a hundred bundles to the day room soon If the shit go right, he know that it will We'll be cash, he'll be movin' straight weight through June But back to this rap shit who thug it the most It'll take the whole coast just to fuck with the ghost He done shut down the game, shit on ya name If you ain't hold down the street or bust off ya heat Then me and you is different, we ain't get it the same And I represent niggas who live it, keep askin' for it And I represent niggas who give it This a D-Block Ruff Ryder, Holiday Styles Cock sucker and I don't give a fuck about you [Chorus]