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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eve
Eve
Vocals
Jadakiss
Jadakiss
Vocals
Sheek Louch
Sheek Louch
Vocals
Styles P
Styles P
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sean Jacobs
Sean Jacobs
Songwriter
Jason Phillips
Jason Phillips
Songwriter
Darrin Dean
Darrin Dean
Songwriter
Chris Martin
Chris Martin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rich Keller
Rich Keller
Mixing Engineer
DJ Premier
DJ Premier
Producer
Dominick Barbera
Dominick Barbera
Editing Engineer
Don Elliot
Don Elliot
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff Huh ruff ryders (ryde or die (overlap)) Don't get it twisted y'all (yea yea yea (overlap) Ruff ryders.(.ta fuck I'm talking about right here) Recognize, recognize, recognize (ruff ryders) Don't get it twisted y'all (yea yea yea (overlap) Recognize, recognize, recognize (ruff ryders) Don't get it twisted y'all (yea yea yea (overlap) Now I know you couldn't wait To hear kiss over premier Kill you on tape Then, watch it over a beer 'Cause you ain't nothing but a movie With expensive footage That's the reason they gon' leave you with expensive bullets Ain't none of y'all better than lox Have all of y'all dressed up in a suit Dead in a box Me and my niggas get reder than fox And I don't care if I love you I still want head of the drop Niggas runnin' round talkin' that Y-2-K shit Crackheads'll still gon' want that gray shit That's why ima always cop the yay quick So I suggest all of y'all stay on jay dick Too hard for MTV Not black enough for bet Just let me be Give me all my royalty money And let me greed And ima have hoes for six And hash for three Recognize, recognize, recognize (ruff ryders) Don't get it twisted ya'll Recognize, recognize, recognize (ruff ryders) L to the o to the x (fade) Recognize, recognize, recognize (ruff ryders) Don't get it twisted ya'll Recognize, recognize, recognize (ruff ryders) Lox niggas Don't get it twisted ya'll Ayo I give it to you point blank In your moms place So like point break with a mask on with presidents face Clear my space, when big sheek crash the boards Y'all ain't just mark niggas, y'all whole mark niggas With all that soft ass writin' might as well be in? cards? You gon' gamble with your life, when I launch these torpidos That'll shoot the crack out your ass at Foxwood casinos Just me and my gambino's drunk as fuck With a time parking lot dvd in a trunk I been drunk most my life, don't ask me why Through ninth grade, I ain't go to highschool I went to school high And I don't care what y'all got That shit don't excite me I'm black and deadly and my burner just like me And I'm quick to stick one of y'all on tour with the sheritten See what yours can be mine Without, inherittin' Give up your chains and them little diamonds in your ear Is it worth your family cryin' and the doctor yellin' clear? Huh? Don't get it twisted ya'll Recognize, recognize, recognize (ruff ryders) L to the o to the x Recognize, recognize, recognize (ruff ryders) Don't get it twisted ya'll Recognize, recognize, recognize (ruff ryders) Lox nigga, don't get it twisted ya'll If I knew heaven head a ghetto that was sweeter than here You know p would pack his bag and just leave next year But I got a son to raise so I'ma stay in this hell And I gotta gun to blaze if you play with the L Dot o dot x dot at the end We the niggas that's gon' leave with the pot at the end Never too young to die or too old to live Ain't it hard to buss your gun? Go home and mold your kid I'm ashamed I sell crack, but I'ma ride for the moment Know the consequence, I'ma die with the omen Two is better than one, there's three of The LOX Key in the pot, key in the drop, key to the top Father, Son, and Holy Ghost of rap Three into one, seein' a gun and usin' it dog Dope in the six, coke in the five, weed in the four The ice is for my niggas but the heat is for y'all Recognize, recognize, recognize (Ruff Ryders, ha) Don't get it twisted y'all Recognize, recognize, recognize (Ruff Ryders, ha) L to the O to the X Recognize, recognize, recognize (Ruff Ryders, ha) Don't get it twisted y'all Recognize, recognize, recognize (Ruff Ryders, ha) L-O-X niggas, don't get it twisted y'all Recognize Recognize Recognize Recognize Recognize Recognize, recognize, recognize
Writer(s): Christopher Martin, Sean Jacobs, David Styles, Jason Phillips, Darrin Dean Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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