Bugout (feat. DMX)

Ugh

Ay, yo (ooh!)

These **** is crazy, baby

They can't fuck with the dog (you know) (get it, baby)

Yo, Swizz

Swizz (my ****) (uh)

Swizz, Swizz, Swizz

Another one? (Get it) (Swizz)

Another one? (Another one?)

Are we bein' greedy? Or what? (Uh, Swizz)

I don't think so (Swizz)

Uh

Come on, baby, like you don't know the streets is (uh)

Too bad they'll find your body, but in pieces (uh), 'cause the beast is-

On some real cruddy shit, about to split your wig with some bloody shit

I ain't droppin' nothin', but that ugly shit (come on)

Hide your hand like I tried your man, 'cause what you sayin' is nothin' (uh-huh)

Must really think I'm playin', but I'll be layin' while you bluffin'

Look out, they don't let that crook out I took out

Enough of your family to have a fuckin' cookout (uh)

Now what kinda get together (uh) is it when everyone get hit together?

I run up in the tier and just before they hit the lever

I'ma say it, well, I know how much strength is left

And curse all who will breathe in the stench of death (uh-huh)

On the sixth day after I'm buried, I will rise

Embalmin' fluid in my veins and blood in my eyes (uh, uh)

And them guys that was laughin', don't even smile anymore

How many four pound rounds can your ass endure? (Get it, baby)

20 more of that raw strip to the flesh (what?)

A thousand pounds of pressure, shit that rip through the vest and through your chest open

So what the Ruff Ryder posed to do when you frontin'?

Give you **** what you wantin', motherfucker, nothin'!