We in Here lyrics

by

Beanie Sigel


[Intro: Big Kap]
Yeah you know how we do it, Funk Flex, Big Kap, Def Jam
The Tunnel, Ruff Ryders, Let's go baby

[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
Ruff Ryders! (We in here)
Ruff Ryders! (We stay in here)
Ruff Ryders! (Ain't goin nowhere
Ain't hidin nowhere, ain't runnin nowhere)

[Verse 1: Drag-On]
Ya'll laughin, when we comin, we checkin the cabinets
Body parts we baggin, we ain't comin for the crack
We come to crack backs in two over n*ggas hairdo
Split waves, pop off ceasars and graze n*ggas fades
I creep in a Mustang, bust my heat in the rain
Till they get a rust stain
Y'all n*ggas heard of me, probably wanna murder me
I'll pull up on ya block and turn your white T burgundy
Let's see some surgery

[Verse 2: Eve]
Watch the first lady as she rides
Rougher than the rest of them b*tches
What it take for cats to hush they mouth
This one official
Come on clown prove it's still an issue
Streets is ours, have ya homies grieving cause they miss you
Thought it was a game when I said the dogs would get you
Heard you f*cked up cause E-V-E bit you
Flex knows what the real is
That's why he deal wit
Ruff Ryders baby droppin bombs n*gga feel this
[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
Ruff Ryders! (We in here)
Ruff Ryders! (We stay in here)
Ruff Ryders! (Ain't goin nowhere
Ain't hidin nowhere, ain't runnin nowhere)

[Verse 3: Jadakiss]
While ya'll braggin, I'm over here choppin and baggin
And I don't want the drop coupe so I'm choppin the wagon
Dark navy blue six speed, six air-bags
Even if this sh*t crash, feel like Six Flags
And ya'll n*ggas can't block my shells
When I'm in jail the C.O. don't lock my cell
Before any rap group, we was The LOX crooks
I'll slap a hundred dollars on the whole blocks books
And know the block shook, when I walk by
n*ggas just like you they rather not look
I inspired y'all n*ggas to flow
I'mma always get money so I admire ya'll n*ggas that blow
Ask yourself who the nicest out right now
Put your ice up lets get on the mic right now
Clown, I'm the top cat where it stops at
Where lightning and thunder at
And y'all n*ggas is under that

[Verse 4: Styles P]
If you want it with the P. you gonna get your turn
Tuck my gun while its hot to feel my di*k hair burn
Might come through the spot with the shottie and wop
Body the block and hop on the Ducati with rocks
I ain't never drive a bike but I ride on the back
Rob wit a gat, sh*t I still ride wit my cracks
If you wanna go to war we can tally it up
Escalade and Denali it up, what?
[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
Ruff Ryders! (We in here)
Ruff Ryders! (We stay in here)
Ruff Ryders! (Ain't goin no where
Ain't hidin no where, ain't runnin no where)

[Verse 5: Sheek Louch & DMX]
If you like Sheek, you hold heat and no one know
Bust yo' gun leave the body where no one go
I pack some sh*t for any type of situation
Only time I don't pack heat is on vacation
And that's the blow dryer next to the Playstation
I'm big but I use sh*t to kill you quick (Uh)
And I don't wrestle unless a chick in bed on my di*k (Uh)
Flex (Uh) know I bring (Uh) somethin hot (Uh) to the spot

[Verse 6: DMX]
What would you rather have the 10 you found or the 5 you earned (Uh huh)
Became a man at 6 cause at 5 you learned (Uh huh)
Don't take nothin for granted except death
Man of the house cause you the last n*gga left (What!)
See how it's going dizzy with the sh*t so we can blast a rhyme (Uh!)
Hope the Lord got your soul cause your ass is mine
Every time you turn around n*ggas know that I be right there
East heard the West was cravin for a nightmare
Don't give a f*ck about what you sling
Cause you ain't slingin that sh*t, or bringin that sh*t
Up the hill, but you still singin that sh*t (Come on!)
Talkin sh*t like you know what its like to walk this sh*t
Get on some stalkin sh*t (Uh)
Show you n*ggas (Uh) that real New Yorker (Uh) sh*t
I'm just thinkin all the business I don' handled for n*ggas (Come on!)
All the families that I got lightin candles for n*ggas
Grieving relatives, grandmothers fallin' out and needing sedatives
Moms huggin the casket wishin that she raised some better kids (Whaaat!)
[Verse 7: Swizz Beatz]
Y'all n*ggas actors
I'll put your face where your muthaf*ckin back was
Im tired of y'all n*ggas actors
Y'all know what y'all gonna get
And y'all n*ggas know damn well who y'all f*ckin wit
Little slim n*gga like me, big gun like this
And my gun bust and gun never miss
I'm the n*gga that make ya miss Christmas
When we go to court you know sh*t dismissed

[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
Ruff Ryders! (We in here)
Ruff Ryders! (We stay in here)
Ruff Ryders! (Ain't goin nowhere
Ain't hidin nowhere, ain't runnin nowhere)
Ruff Ryders! (We in here)
Ruff Ryders! (We stay in here)
Ruff Ryders! (Ain't goin nowhere
Ain't hidin nowhere, ain't runnin nowhere)
Ruff Ryders! (We in here)
Ruff Ryders! (We stay in here)
Ruff Ryders! (Ain't goin nowhere
Ain't hidin nowhere, ain't runnin nowhere)
Ruff Ryders! (We in here)
Ruff Ryders! (We stay in here)
Ruff Ryders! (Ain't goin nowhere
Ain't hidin nowhere, ain't runnin nowhere, come on)
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