Dmx - Scenario 2000 (Jigga My n***a Remix) lyrics

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Dmx - Scenario 2000 (Jigga My n***a Remix) lyrics

[Swizz Beatz] (mmm, mmmm) See y'all don't understand us you know Ruff Ryders is a family Ruff Ryders... Ruff Ryders... Ruff Ryders Lets go... Swizz Beatz [DMX] This is the darkest sh**, sparkest sh** Hittin wit the hardest sh**, cuz before we started sh** With kids I knew my f**in' friends all turned against me Said f** it, bought me a dog ever since me and my dog has been like this He got my back I got his, schemin on mad n***as Dats how we do bidz It's about time to start another, robbin spree Cause yo, my way is highway, robbery, chump When I was up North in Sing-Sing I was sendin n***as home in a coffin Livin like a orphan, you bad n***a? I'll be back (let's) see if you'll be still here You know my style I'll put yo f**ing man, in a wheelchair He'll never walk again, on the strength of me Thats how I left him G, scared to d**h of me n***as cannot run Hit wit the hot one From the shotgun Casket close, wonder how he got done [Eve] Yo yo, E-V-E My dogz believe in me Petty thugz hide yo cake, never teasin me I show love to, all my b**hes hustlin one'z, tussle wit thieves Makin moves, second to none, I locked it, uh Made a sudden move you got bit Flooded wit the double R, real street sh** Da blond hair bandit, you got gunz, hand it Turn my face when I bust a cannon Cuz I don't wear sunblock Ask Drag if the fire is hot (Flame on, baby) sh** pop shellz, fall three feet, roll over and stop We warn n***as that we coming then we total the block We scorn n***as like their mothers then we wet up their socks Red dye, escaping on the red eye, to sea shore Then hide out and buy out bars till we see fall In this game, we beat y'all You got money? Keep yours For eyes be tearin' tryin to i- Dentify the features! [JadaKiss] And you can come see me if you tryin to get some grams tonight Cause I can get it for you raw, gray, tan or white f** rap yo, I'd rather be plannin a flight Somewhere hot on a wave runner, tanning wit dykes Blowin the haze, while all of em givin me brains One at a time, y'all start from the front of the line But everybody wanna contact me and get wit me But still end up being mad cuz I charge fifty And as for you s**a, you can keep those rapz And screw your awardz, my son can't eat those plaques I never was sh** but some things I never forget Like if you spend three your guaranteed to make back six Drove the Benz off the lot and just dusted her off Tints, rims, stash, took the governor off Even the cats that be hatin still be lovin the dogs Cause they know that the double R's comin for war Wha [Styles] If you ain't ready to die, then why should you live? Cuz when I start bustin the guns , you hidin the kids And the P is still ridin with clips, survivin wit bricks We beefin on the 4th you got to die on the 5th Like I wasn't hustlin dope or robbin the blocks Starvin or not, carvin the cheek, palmin the Glock I figure which n***a could I watch wit a watch I like to knock off my crack then I pull off a heist Put it together, double it twice,this sh** is my life Catch me wit a 45, hot pair of Nikes And three red dice, like, give me the bank or give me your face Give me a shank It's Holiday ugh The hoopties in the front but the truck is a mile away n***as wanna ride tomorrow when they prob'ly die today Cause the P'll hollow the guns Holla at sons (Sheek: I feel you n***a) And when they go to holla back They be swallowin' one [Sheek] (uh, uh, uh) Y'all dem bust in them crowd n***as and hit whoever When you should aim for them n***as that took yo leather They right there, but you scared that they gon bust Cause they crazy, but crazy n***as bleed like us See I'm one shot thru the heart like Cupid Y'all n***as might be crazy, but y'all not stupid Its 99, I'm k**ings you women and kids f** Scarface! Watch me, I'm more action to see Than them motherf**ers that yall see on T.V And f** what you heard this how sheek get down Comes to guns? sh** im rhyming wit one on me now You never know what clown goin walk into the studio Talking sh** and its gonna be more than the amps that blow I pour gas on your skin and watch your sh** detatch With a book of matches now thats when you have met your match And the worst thing for you is to have a gun when im thirsty I turn n***as more holy man, than Eddie Murphy And I deal with more bricks than that city do in jersey Yall got call cops n***as, I got autops n***as, that'll bust you and slide And some ol 6-drop n***as Revolver Pop n***as, Eezox n***as Get knocked, say I smoke detox n***as Drug program, hit the streetz and cop 56 mo gramz Y'all n***as ain't f**in' wit the fam And that's word! [Drag-On] (come on, come on, come on,) Boy, whats the difference between fire and water? You'd rather drown or die of torture, cause your skins of ya And watch ya burn off fat, dog I'm off the thermostat Could put a comb to my mouth and give yo b**h a perm wit that Keep shellz in the envelopes cuz I'll mail out bullets More blood than a riot on a jailhouse footage Buck 40, bout a extra 20 wit the semi, when it hit you You gon do a 360 pretty swiftly When I burn you to a crisp you gon' be crunchier than chips Wit mah hand all up in da bag munchin on tha sh** Bit by bit clip by clip and every block by block Is brick on brick I got knots on knots Cause I got things that'll pop yo top And double R spot yo block wit 16 shots and watch y'all drop And ain't nobody gettin up, (un)less they in the wheelchair Sittin up or spittin up, either way I don't give a f**

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