Ruff Ryders - Off The Cuff lyrics

[Swizz Beatz] Uh, right off the cuff Blow your head off shoulders, nothin but dust Got some big boy, toys, them toys is us We pop shots, y'all n***az'll just fuss Now e'rybody talkin 'bout they run New York I grew up the street, don't see 'em up in New York I ride in Bentleys, Lamborghin's in New York n***a know how we do it in the streets of New York I, make make that guacamole Y'all n***az comin up but y'all movin slowly Praise the Lord like you owe He Cause He is makin possible for me To see the light, to see all good things, comin In forth and behind what we have Leavin when the smoke and behind in my half Damn, my pinky ring keep blindin yo' a** [Chorus: Swizz Beatz] Why you talkin to me, like I don't know what's goin on? I been in the hood on fire, and you know it's always on Oh-oh, say what, oh-oh, what say what Oh-oh, say what, oh-oh, ay (man) Are you lookin at me, like I don't know what's goin on? I'm from the ghetto, n***a, that where I was born Oh-oh, say what, oh-oh, say what say what Oh-oh, say what, oh-oh [Swizz Beatz] A genie told me - give me a call to alter your fortune Spin your head 'round like your (Wheel of Fortune) Goddamn, the ghetto hot, the ghetto scorchin Them goons'll take everything you pride and bought and Come on kick your door in, ATF Move, they takin everything that's left Oh-oh! Say what, oh-oh! They comin through Oh-oh! Get out, oh-oh! They catchin who? Not me! I'm goin out the fire escape, climbin down I almost bust my a** gettin to the ground f** it! I kept a little back of my stash I kept a little bundle in the crack of my a** Don't tell nobody, because we gettin it goin Y'all n***az know how we do but they ain't really knowin And they ain't really showin, the truth is goin down Muh'f** me in the hood, so you know it's goin down [Chorus w/ ad libs] [Swizz Beatz] You should just - believe in yo'self If you don't, nobody else will So just - redeem yo'self Don't worry about (redeem yourself) the cars and wealth, homie Cause God put us, on this green green Earth And what we do? Turn that thing into gang turf We can make it better but we make things worse You could be in the Benz or in the black hearse But whatever, however, you get my drift Gotta, go to the block, just smoke this spliff I was droppin the j**el, you know, givin you a gift Make your soul better, make your mind uplift I am, gon' continue to marinate In a sea of wihrl and changin the world This music thing I call my girl Better yet my wife cause it changed my life [Chorus w/ ad libs] [ad libs to the end]