Bugout (Album Version)

Ughhh

Ayo

These niggas is crazy baby

They can't fuck wit da dog (ya know)

Yo Swizz

Swizz (my nigga)

Swizz, Swizz, Swizz

Another one? (Swizz)

Another one? (Another one?) Are we being greedy (uh, Swizz, Swizz)

Or what

I don't think so

Uh

Come on baby

Like you don't know da streets is (uh)

To bad They'll find yo body

But in pieces (uh)

Cuz the beast is

On some real cruddy shit

About to split yo wig wit some bloody shit

I ain't dropping nothing but that ugly shit (come on)

Bite yo head like I tried yo man

Cause what you saying is nothing (uh huh)

Must really think im playing

But I'll be laying while you bluffing

Look out

They don't let that crook out

I took out

Enough of yo family

To have a fucking cook out (uh)

For one time we get together (uh)

Is it when everyone get hit together

Or when I'm in the tan just before they hit the leather

I'm a say it so I know how much strength is left

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

Though after the sixth day im buried

I will rise

embalmment fluid in my veins and blood in my eyes (uh, uh)

And them guys that was laughing

Don't even smile anymore

How many 4 pound rounds can yo ass indulge?

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

1000 pounds of pressure

Shit that rip through the vest and pull yo chest open

So what the Ruff Ryder supposed to do?

When you fronting

Give you niggas what you wanting

Mufucka

Nothing