And I Came To... lyrics

by

Sheek Louch


[Intro: Swizz Beatz]
Turn it up (turn it up)
Swizz Beats the monster
(Fix ya face, Ruff Ryders)
LET'S DO IT
(D-Block) E-V-E, Styles P. and Sheek
(Wassup, wassup)
LET'S DO IT

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
Walk wit ya n*gga, hawk wit ya n*gga
I came to shut it down
Ski mask and four pound
Baby grenades, we deep like baby parades
D-Block I'm gon sharpen ya blades
Let's get it on
Videos with bullets flying through Korn
Blaow! Footage turn ya camcords on
It's the underground n*gga with bricks, n*gga with dough
A n*gga f*cking all y'all chicks, you know
I'm a gangster and a gentleman too, P
I'll lay a n*gga down and send his moms a bouquet for free
I could start a pet store with these birds
I'm the rap Donald Goines with words
Still rob y'all herbs (And I came to)
Hit the club on my di*k, light up a blunt
Thug a b*tch out, I got the mud in the front
I got the flight jacket, came with wings
When I chase you to the roof
Clappin' at ya ass with one of them things
[Chorus: Eve & Styles P]
I gots to live by my pride
Cause I came to Ruff Ryde or die
And I gots to shut down ya name
Cause I came to shut down the game

[Post-Chorus: Sheek Louch]
And I gots to hold down this heat
Cause I came to hold down ya streets
And I gots to make sure I drop yo ass
Cause I came to D-Block all ya cash

[Verse 2: Eve]
Yo, I was determined to sell
And not because I'm just a bunny with a fluffy tail
Had to prove that I could live hard and spit hard
Just a bonus that I'm cute and get ya di*k hard
See, I ain't never lettin' mine go
I'mma be here forever with my dogs as the time go
And I know we makin' n*ggas sick
We in they face everyday every way and they can't handle it
Streets choosin' Double R realest n*ggas out no confusion
Cats don't want it over here--have you heard
S.P. ain't for games little boy lesson learned
I suggest you stay far from my n*gga's face
Hop back go hard all day in a n*gga's face
You see, you cowards ain't a threat to us really
Just figured that we let you know that testin' us is silly
Good luck, y'all---Naw forreal, f*ck y'all
[Chorus: Eve & Styles P]
I gots to live by my pride
Cause I came to Ruff Ryde or die
And I gots to shut down ya name
Cause I came to shut down the game

[Post-Chorus: Sheek Louch]
And I gots to hold down this heat
Cause I came to hold down ya streets
And I gots to make sure I drop yo ass
Cause I came to D-Block all ya cash

[Verse 3: Styles P]
I live by my pride, I could never be broke
I'mma Ruff Ryde or die catch me bein' with dope
Smokin' weed in the hoopty with the three in the coat
Cause my ace boon-koon got a connect
Told me send a hundred bundles to the day room soon
If the sh*t go right, he know that it will
We'll be cash, he'll be movin' straight weight through June
But back to this rap sh*t who thug it the most
It'll take the whole coast just to f*ck wth the ghost
He done shut down the game, sh*t on ya name
If you ain't hold down the street or bust off ya heat
Then me and you is different, we ain't get it the same
And I represent n*ggas who live it, keep askin' for it
And I represent n*ggas who give it
This a D-Block Ruff Ryder, Holiday Styles
c*ck sucker and I don't give a f*ck about you
[Chorus: Eve & Styles P]
I gots to live by my pride
Cause I came to Ruff Ryde or die
And I gots to shut down ya name
Cause I came to shut down the game

[Post-Chorus: Sheek Louch]
And I gots to hold down this heat
Cause I came to hold down ya streets
And I gots to make sure I drop yo ass
Cause I came to D-Block all ya cash
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