Альбом Swizz Beatz

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Ruff Ryders 1, 2, 1, 2
Full Surface yeah yeah
Listen what the fuck I gotta say
I'm not a rapper, dog

I'm from the hood
I love the hood
I rep the hood
I lived in the hood
Started on the grind started with a nine
Motherfucker, I had to earn mine
A lot of niggas hatin'
A lot of niggas watching
A lot of niggas plotting
A lot of hearts stopping
I'm banging with the beats
I'm banging in the streets
I'm banging with the heat
S to the double
I to the double Z
Niggas look at me
Want no trouble B
I'm just minding my business
Making money, stacking chips just minding my business
You can catch me in a 360L or Padina (?)
Going down to Pasadena
The rubber will peel
Your head will peel
Your bitches will squeal
That's when these hoes dying
Cause if I'm in court, (listen) guaranteed I'm lying
Fuckers, I had to get my business right
Had to get my money right
Had to get my label right
You can hate all you want, but I'm here forever
Swizz Beatz Part Whatever
I'm here forever (Bitch!)
I'm the Monster get it all right
Me and my niggas is dogs and we guaranteed to bite
Inf gon' pop ya
Cross gon' pop ya
Waah gon' pop ya
Dogs gon' stop ya
We working out the building
I started the beats, coming up out of the building
Nigga, 2E and the building 700
The Bronx Tenements, where I came up
Ain't nothing funny playa
For the money, these niggas is hungry, playa
We love the hood
We run the hood
We own the hood
Fuck what you sayin' dog
You got a problem we gon' solve it
You got beef we gon' bed that
You got lead we gon' pop that
I got heat I'ma rock that
Motherfucking radio stations I drop that
I'm the one who had ten songs at one time on the
countdown
So get your mind right
Y'all fuckers thought I bounced forever
Y'all niggas better get together
Or whatever
I got beats galore
I got beats that'll blow off your project doors
Beats that'll flip over your Bentley X-Rs
Beats that'll make niggas ready for wars
Beats for deaf, beats for blind
Beats that'll make a thug nigga wanna cock his nine
Y'all niggas ain't hard to find
Y'all niggas ain't out your mind (fuckers)
We love the hood
From the hood
In the hood
Swizz Beatz and I'm here for good
This is my ghetto story
This is my ghetto story
This is my ghetto story
Oh my God!
Inf gon' pop ya
Waah gon' pop ya
Cross gon' pop ya
Dogs gon stop ya
Listen, doing this here
Y'all niggas know, this we doing this here
BEYOTCH!

(feat. Jadakiss, Ron Isley)

[Intro: Ron Isley, Swizz Beatz, Jadakiss]

[Ron Isley] Swizz Beatz
[Swizz Beatz] Yes sir
[Ron Isley] Show them what they dealing with
[Swizz Beatz] Come on
[Ron Isley] Oooh!
[Jadakiss] Uh
[Ron Isley] Oh yeah!
[Jadakiss] Ha ha ha ha ha!
[Ron Isley] Ah yeah!

[Chorus x2: Ron Isley (Jadakiss)]
Hey lady (uh), can I get a witness?
La la la la la la!, tell them what they dealing with (tell them)
Throw your hands in the air (big business)
Throw your hands in the air, yeah yeah (yeeah yeeah)
Hey fellows (what up?), tell them what they dealing with (tell them)
Uh (uh huh), big house (yeeah), big boats (yeeah yeeah), big cars (uh
huh)
Superstar (woo!), hey lady (come on now), can I get a witness?


[Verse 1: Jadakiss]
Fuck the six and the seven, I'm a put big dubs on a grey eight
Hold ya wrists when you squeeze, the slugs'll stay sraightened
Can I get a witness (yeeah), Swizz Beatz "The Monster", Kiss, Mr. Biggs (huh)
It's big business (uh)
Nigga, this is our show
Twenty two master bedrooms in the crib, the garage like the car show
Not only am I real, I think (uh huh)
But I still jab a nigga with the left and won't spill my drink (take that)
The Courvoisier got me clashes
Honey all over me like ashes, blowing that green molasses (uh)
And dealing with D-Block (yeeah) and Full Surface
And ain't no payment plans, it's full purpose

[Chorus: Ron Isley (Jadakiss)

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
A yo, I'm dealing with this mami from Quebec
When she fly in, I pull a boat out and we go scummy on the deck
Shooting at the stars, Tommy and the Tek (come on)
Soon as the Dutch finish, you can find me on the neck (yeeah)
No foreplay (uh uh), busting a pound raise me
Middle of the ocean, busting her down crazy
You know me, I ain't on no star shit, I just came to hurt the market (who
else)
Then squirt the Larkin (yeeah)
Put your hands up, matter of fact, put your man up
Put your medina's and your lambs up, your (uh) grams up
Talking about bucking each other, probably fucking each other
D-Block dawg, we stuck with each other

[Chorus: Ron Isley (Jadakiss)

[Verse 3: Jadakiss]
A yo, Full Surface, Swizz Beatz is in front of him (uh)
Got a lot of problems but money ain't one of them (uh uh)
V12's and up, that's our ammo
Tell me what you know about a jet (huh) ski limo (uh)
Waterproof knock (uh) in it, ain't no stoppin (yeeah) it
Automatic respect whenever D-Block's in it
Or we can take it to the avenue too
and bring the Porsche GT out, lavender blue (uh)
Shit change, Kiss came and it's all extortion
Everybody eat except for smaller portions
For real though, behave yourself on some grown shit
It ain't enough room dawg, I'm on my own hit

[Chorus x2: Ron Isley (Jadakiss)]

[Outro: Ron Isley, Jadakiss]

[Ron Isley] Big business, Jadakiss
[Jadakiss] Uh
[Ron Isley] Oh, why don't you rap to them one time!
[Ron Isley] Show them who they dealing with
[Ron Isley] Big business, business!

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(feat. Busta Rhymes)

[Busta Rhymes]
Dong, dong, dong
Gahng, gahng, gahng
gohng, gohng, gohng

Oh that's crazy
Swizz and Busta
Come on!

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Right before we run it all in the ground
Motherfuckers know we shutting it down
I dare y'all to say something
Motherfuckers want to give me a pound
Everytime we bring y'all niggas to say
We dare y'all to say something!
You can sit and watch the gat all the way round
Motherfuckers no we holding the crown
I dare y'all to say something!
Before we bring this shit that'll flood your whole town
Motherfuckers know we making y'all drown
I dare y'all

[Busta Rhymes]
(hey yo)...Bus Rhymes holding the fort
Read the report
MVP of the sport
You need to be taught
(Come on)
Snort whatever you snort
We coming up court
You know we never coming up short
So fuck what you thought
We high profile for this shit
I smile for this shit
I stack dough and make all my people just wil' for this shit
Hold it now!
We rolling it down
We holding it down
Thick money, folding it down in a hole in the ground
Stash more loot than before
A brute from before
Tell the truth and get used to leaving you boots at the door
We four, five, sixin' it up
We fixing it up
We keep the bitches stripping the way we be mixing it up
Come out from wherever you are, whoever you are
Incredible performance, their so unforgettable Star
They'll never find the get because I threw the barreta too far
Police go drive my whip, so I'm going to get a new car
(What the Fuck!)

[Chorus x1: Busta Rhymes]

[Swizz Beatz]
(Yo Busta)...I was born in the ghetto, raised in the ghetto
I was born in the ghetto, raised in the ghetto
I was born in the ghetto, raised in the ghetto
I bang out beats in cars with ho stacks
Rap nigga putting out rock-n-roll tracks
Anything with wheels, playa I drove that
Y'all, six, Swizz, and Busta back
I be hearing that I'm drugged out
Because I be bangin them beats like I'm drugged out
I threw gerdems on the bus, threw the dubs out
One, niggas gettin robbed when the clubs out
Dog, and it gets ugly, and the hood loves me, and your chick know me, plus
your man owes me
That clown don't pay
They straight killing homie
Y'all don't gotta like me, screw y'all , blow me
I walk up in the club bitches want to go to breakfast
Clowns lookin at me, niggas acting reckless

[Chorus x1: Busta Rhymes]

[Busta Rhymes]
I put my foot in your ass just like a kung-fu flick
Bust my tool quick hitting with the force of a mule kick
Spit fly shit as if I was bagging a new chick
Instead of biting mines, it be best you bite on the true shit
Funny how niggas be trying to do shit
When I rock a light bling all my pinky gleam in the blue shit
Bitches loving the way we always pass through shit
The way we rep the gutter and bring you the brand new shit
(Double Back!)
Y'all niggas don't really want to trouble that
Brass knuckle beat you stupid, with a belt buckle rap
Couple cracks, some weed, back when we used to muscle that
And take a niggas shit like we like we fighting to get our hustle back
Used to be the shit, now you writing your suicidal rap
Fronting like your the champ, trying to get your title back
Remind me that, this could even cause a homicidal act
And if you blaming the music, watch me write the title track
The way that we kill and make you wanna cop that
Fucking with corny niggas you need to STOP THAT SHIT!
Come on, please just let a nigga pop that shit
All in they trunk, you know you want to rock that
Stay repping the struggle
Busy pulling my man's up
Shit we giving y'all niggas might even swell y'all glands up
(STOP!)
All of my niggas, all of my bitches stand up
And rep whatever you repping
And put your fucking hands up

[Chorus x1: Busta Rhymes]

Endalay, Endalay,
Arriba, Arriba motherfucker
Endalay
Move from around these parts!

(feat. Mashonda, Shyne)

[Shyne]
(Swizz Beatz sings/ad-libs throughout song)

All right...
Swizz, Po
Respect our gangsta, nigga
Lay down

What you know 'bout rollin' out?
Big Tec, big vest, hollow tips all up in that kid neck
Po live it up, yellow stones lit it up
Long John sickest tell, it's the kid, nigga what?
Some of y'all rap niggas is girls
Hold my dick, gappin' and flappin'
Fuckin' cartoons
These niggas guns don't go off until they say, "Lights, camera, action!"
Yo Swizz, tell them niggas, "Eat a dick"
Gun up in your face bitch, that way we don't miss
Unload the shit, then reload the shit
Head straight to the airport and unload some bricks
No lie, you niggas see me comin' down the streets
You'd think I was flyin', 12 cylinders
Brooklyn is mine nigga, move over
Yeah I'm talkin' to you - fuckin' dick blower

[Chorus: Shyne]
(Mashonda)
For all of y'all keepin' y'all in health
Just to see you wild and enjoy yourself
Cause it's cool when you fuckin' with a nigga like me
Cool when you ridin' with a nigga like me

To all my Marla Mable bitches just (shine)
To all my niggas keep it gully just (shine)
To all the ghettos in America (shine)
I'ma keep it gangsta till I die nigga (shine)

Check it, aiyyo
All I need in this world of sin
Is a crooked lawyer, big rims, and a Mac 10
Ridin' through the city like I'm used to this shit
Fuck ya vest nigga, my shells go true to that shit
Catch ya breath, you ain't heard about that nigga Po?
Murder cases, downin' faces, Manhat' low
Leavin' pieces of your brain on your car do'
Lookin' gully in that Bent or that R-O
L-L, see you niggas in hell
Soon as they set my bail, I make another sale
Shit, I set my mind at an early age
I was either gon' be paid or an early grave
What the fuck? I got to have -
Blocks to smash, lots of cash, drops and ass
This is the truth, I probably die in my coupe
But I bet you only bitches come to get me and shoot

[Chorus]

I got my mind on this shipment, shipment on my mind
Bout to meet these Dominican niggas at 9
Rhyme, rap - the fuck is that?
Only thing I wrap is yea nigga, dyed today
Y'all got me confused, I ain't tryin' to fill nobody's shoes
I'm just lookin' for connects nigga, doin' what I do
Back against the wall, against all odds
Tune in to my life nigga, this shit is sicker than Oz
Fightin' against them crackers, plus them killers getting at us
Nowhere to run, so I grab my gun
And start blazin', this shit got a nigga agein'
I'ma die a gangsta nigga, ain't no changin'
A G faithfully, mama pray for me
Yo nigga, go to school, stay away from me
Got horse for you hustlers, bullets for you cowards
And dick for you bitches, up in the Trump Tower

[Chorus: till fade]

(feat. LL Cool J, Mashonda)

[LL Cool J]
Damn I Miss You....
It's still gone ride, it's still gone ride
Uh uh, uh uh, C'mon, uh, uh, yeah, ride, uh

Damn I miss you
Ooh I feel better than before
We should've never seperated
Paused or hesitated
You rocked me to sleep
It's like my body levitated
Lookin in the mirror
But the heat makes it less clearer
It's all fogged up, face me baby
Put your fingers in my mouth, let me taste the gravy
Reunited, feel good, real good, squeeze me
I tell you that I Love You
But you wouldn't believe me

[Chorus: Mashonda]
Ghetto Lovin, when I'm with you
Anything you want I will do
Ghetto Lovin, when I'm with you
Anything you want I will do

[Mashonda]
Hello.... Baby....
There is something that I want to say to you
You've been on my mind now
For a while and I just dont know what to do
I've been thinking of holding you (holding you)
Showing you, what I'm all about
And I promise that I will do
Everyting you want without a doubt

[Chorus]

[Mashonda]
I know.... That we've....
Had our share of ups and downs but thats in the past
If you promise to hold me down
Then our love will have a second chance to last
I've been thinking of holding you
Showing you, what I'm all about
(And I promise) And I promise that I will do
Everything you want without a doubt

[Chorus]

[LL Cool J]
Forget the past
We like Bonnie and Clyde from now on
Back to back, through the ups and downs
Right or wrongs, lay down
Let me kiss you all down your back
Then I'll go further down, swirl my tongue around
I apologize too
For not recognizing the pain inside of you
I never lie to you, again
Last time had stress on my mind
Had a hard time believing
That my girl could be genuine
It's different now, we ghetto lovers fo' real
I grab the wheel, you hold the steel
Teach me how to touch you where you like it the most
From now on, til we give up the ghost
Reunited, Baby

[Chorus: till fade]

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(feat. Lil' Kim)

[Swizz Beatz]
The Monster (ohh) Queen Bee (uh-uh)
Can't be serious! (uh-uh!) Fix your face!

[Swizz (Kim)]
We're gonna do a son (yea yea)
That you neva heard befo' (aww yeah!)
We comin to take this y'all, take this y'all
We comin to rock this y'all (this is a world premier)
Y'all ain't ready for it, uh-uh
But get ready for it (aww yeah!) (world premier)
Queen Bee (Yo Swizz where it at baby?) Talk to 'em
(Where it at?) Talk to 'em, talk to 'em, talk to 'em

[Lil' Kim (Swizz)]
Just to prove to y'all niggaz that I'm still on top
I told Swizz, give me the gutter shit you got (I got you)
And I'ma give it to you raw whether you like it or not
Like it's my last bullet and I only got one shot
Aim straight for the middle like I'm throwin a dart
And when I spit, believe it's goin straight to your heart
I lay my mack game down nigga, straight from the start
Don't take it personal baby -- fuck you, pay me!
Ain't nuttin but ladies in my dark blue Mercedes
With the Parabas kit, got niggaz mad as shit
No we never sip unless it's ice in our drinks
But sometimes we get cold from the ice on our minks
That fly-girl persona, it's the primadonna world
Act like you ain't heard about the, Gabbana girls
Holly-Hood style gettin LOVE around the globe
You might catch me next season on the cover of Vogue!

[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
Y'all niggaz done gone delirious
And y'all hoes, can't be serious
Queen Bee, Swizz Beatz, they scared of us
Y'all know it ain't no comparin us

[Lil' Kim (Swizz)]
I got moves in this game, the other chick is a fraud (beyotch!)
I'm important -- like the queen on a chess board
Bitches talk slick, but they ain't got nuttin for me
When I'm in they terriotory, it's a whole 'nother story
We never get stuck, sometimes we take the long route
When our back's against the wall, we bang our way out
I'm in the gettin money mode, livin by the street code
Bout to have, every corner of this rap game sewed
Hey hey - you homies better start, showin some respect
Or get slapped silly -- heard my man G. Dep!
Hey hey hey - quit tryin to holla at the bee and you think you fly
Impress me dog, throw some money in the sky!
Queen Team rockin the yellow and black jerseys
Pull-out the black Denali when I'm ridin with my dirties
Six six six, that's the mark of the beast
I love God nigga - and I'm reppin the streets (c'mon!)

[Chorus]

[Lil' Kim (Swizz)]
Return of the widow, it's goin down kiddo
Y'all hate me, huh; yeah aight - ditto!
That's why I keeps the fo'-five in the pillow
Trespassers, they gon' DIE in the cribbo
Uhh, black Barbie, knows how to party
Don't ride but I still cop a Harley
Don't lie - who else is hot besides me?
Worldwide, I crush everybody!
And I shouldn't have to tell y'all who run the city
Even my seven-year-old niece Rizzy, knows I gets busy
You know the name, Lil' Kim, high class (woop woop!)
Shake it shorty with yo' high-priced ass
Tryin to be a billionaire, I got things to do
I made my mark in this game, who the fuck are you? (Yeah)
They say I'm pretty like chrome on chrome
And that feelin at the top is like home sweet home (beyotch!)

[Swizz Beatz]
Y'all ain't ready for it
The Queen Bee, y'all ain't ready for her
Ohh, y'all ain't ready for it
Yo, put your hands in the air, c'mon!

[Chorus]

[Swizz Beatz]
Get your hands in the air (the monster)
Everybody get your hands in the air (Queen Bee)
Yo, get your hands in the air (it's ugly)
Everybody get your hands in the air (we here)
Yo, get your hands in the air (ohh, ohh)
Everybody get your hands in the air (yea, ohh, ohh)
Yo, get your hands in the air (uhh)
Everybody get your hands in the air (y'all gon' need new amps)
Heh.. it's ugly!

[Swizz scats to the end]

(feat. N.O.R.E.)

[Intro: N.O.R.E. (Swizz Beatz)]
Ah, yeeah... yeeah nigga! (yeeah nigga!)
(Rap something to talk about)
Swizz Beatz nigga (what's up?) (Swizz Beatz nigga!)
And R.R. motherfuckers (motherfuckers)
(They gone bow down, bow down, bow down)
This is the continuation
Yo, yo, yo, yo

[Verse 1: N.O.R.E.]
A yo I'm hot nigga and you should smell my breath
Don't it smell like all I got is cavities left
I hit the left lane nigga, cruise with the crews
And fuck y'all haters - I refuse to lose
You can't stop me, God cause I roll too hard
No license, just a dumb P.B.A. card
You know N.O.R.E., my shotgun will tear your chest up
Leave your vest stuffed, face looking like ketchup
So what's this out here, and the projects near, near?
I pop Cris, but I'm good with a beer
Me and Swizz get sound like world war
Tanks falling over, big bombs that roar
And helicopters is dropping on Faulk and Crenshaw
Shit is bigger than how they see it
If I die, then so be it
Until then, I O.D. it, them hoes see it
Motherfucking hoes see it

[Chorus: Swizz Beatz, N.O.R.E.]

[Swizz Beatz] Yo!, y'all niggaz want to play around, you gone lay around
[Swizz Beatz] Shots gone spray around, we gone stay around
[N.O.R.E.] N.O.R.E
[Swizz Beatz] What the fuck y'all say y'all?!
[N.O.R.E.] N.O.R.E
[Swizz Beatz] Like my guns won't spray y'all!
[N.O.R.E.] N.O.R.E
[Swizz Beatz] What the fuck y'all say y'all?!
[N.O.R.E.] N.O.R.E., yo it's N.O.R.E., N.O.R.E

[Verse 2: N.O.R.E.]
A yo I "switch blade" niggaz
Bitch-made niggaz
The Lord called on me, knowing my whole story
I holler back like, "please Lord, just come for me"
Niggaz analyze this, yo watch my wrist
Like N.O.R.E. got fat, N.O.R.E. must be rich
And they sick of this, want to see me dead
Because I stuck them up first, then I pissed on they head
Fucking faggot, next time I'll led your bed
Niggaz feel like, "Yo I ain't grimy like I was before"
Now motherfucker, where you was before?
And I don't feel, got coke, just cause I be on tour
Fucking hood's finest, niggaz label me a street sign
Cause I'm always straight up like the crease line
Truth like mirrors, invisible set
You fucking dickheads, ain't he invisible yet?
Me and Pone like a militant set, stay wet
Yo we finished with the army, little young cadets

[Chorus: Swizz Beatz, N.O.R.E.]

[Verse 3: N.O.R.E.]
Probably catch me in clubs, I stay low
Plus I'm banned from the shit that I go
It's like this, every two beats out here, they sound like switch
I'm like, "get off my nigga dick, the shit"
I'm like a All-Star Madden, no bragging
Something exclusive like pushing a Porsche Wagon
I keep guns and push tons of reefer
Plus niggaz still hate me and I don't like them neither
Start talking shit, I hit a hundred on a frog's met
Your shit's lying, put a hundred on a door's mat
You're fucking hard, see these niggaz our boss
Cause they just walked in like, "buck the doors!"
And I'm a straight killer that'll snatch you for
Been on the run so long that my feet got corns
I'm a problem, these niggaz better watch me close
I signed a new deal with Def Jam, watch me rough

[Chorus x2: Swizz Beatz, N.O.R.E.]

(feat. Baby, Yung Wun)

[Intro: Baby]
Uh huh (off the top)
Cash Money, Hot Boys (all to me nigga)
You understand . . .
Say Swizz, give it all to me, don't hold it back
I want it, give it all, hit me in the chest wit it nigga

[Verse: Baby]
I got work, bricks, money, pistols
Hoes have bitch-ass niggas runnin' with 'em
Paid money, hard rocks, cheap digits, hard blocks
It's llello cola, heroin and boulders
Stunna Corleone, nigga I told ya this
Mack dimes, doin' time
Uptown riders everybody been dinin'
It's third wall nothin' but these uptown souljas
N-Y G's, the barrel high rolla'
It's Swizz and Stunna, in a Ram stuntin' (wassup)
20 inches, nothin' under (wassup)
It's glocks and bitches we been killin' snitches (oh)
Work? fuck the Feds, nigga we livin' (oww)
Yo ask me twice I ain't neva been nice
Always been a gangsta poppin' willas don't bite

[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
Let me see you do ya thing - yo, if ya ballin'
Let me see you do ya thing - yo, if ya ridin'
(Let me see you do ya thiiiiiiiiing)
Oh no, where's the bitches?
Let me see you do ya thing - yo, where's my niggas?
Let me see you do ya thing - (c'mon) yo! buy the bar
Let me see you do ya thing - gon' floss ya shit
(Let me see you do ya thiiiiiiiiing)
C'mon, rep ya hood
Let me see you do ya thing

[Verse: Yung Wun]
I got the MJ 220 on the streets of Atlanta
Wit the 360 Modena parked diamond savanna
Life's too short, so a nigga stretch the Porsche and put the big screen in it
It's like a nigga at the movies when he sittin' in it, picture seems so vivid
The windows all tinted, marble flo's in it
I got doe like Bill when the chip was invented
So it's, no thing for me to pull a few strings to
Get a, few things that cost a few G's
You ain't passed it down to me, so it has to be
Way it be, as you see I'm tryin' to find me a place in the hills
Put a blighty in the backyard and move right back to the ville
I'm a always be where it's real (nigga)
And chill where the caps get peeled (what!) and niggas get killed
'Till I die I'm a live 'till I can't no more
Sell crack and bust guns (what's up?) 'till I'm at the morgue

[Chorus]

[Verse: Baby]
I'm real, I'm steel, I'm hard to kill
Been packin' bullets, shoot out at will
Stunna Corleone, sellin' he-roine
Uptown make this mine, stemmies get grown
Casey Brice, ten the price
Kill that nigga I'll shife his life
It's Fresh, Stunna, Weezy, Turk, Swizz, Jada, DMX, let work
Bitch, nigga, I hate them niggas
All I fuck wit is these real ass niggas
It's Ruff-Ryder, Cash Money
D give me the name, I'll bust a hundred
It's Ro-lex, hoe don't flex
I'm worth* 200-mil, bitch what's next?
It's full-surface, Swizz that's next
Nigga act up, we breakin' they neck

[Chorus x2]

[Outro]
Whoa, whoa
Break it out whoodi...

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(feat. Bounty Killer)

[Intro: Swizz Beatz]
Yo, yo, yo yo yo yo yo!
Yo yo yo, yo yo yo yo yo!
All my ladies up! All my fellas up!

[Bounty Killer] Rudebwoy
[Swizz Beatz] Yo yo yo yo, get up!

[Chorus: ? (Swizz Beatz & Bounty Killer)]
Just cause I'm guilty
[SB:] (All my ghettoes up! All my ghettoes up!)
[BK:] (Weh dem deh?)
There doing you wrong
[SB:]( Let's get it poppin, let's get it poppin, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo)
[BK:] (Jamaica!)
Just cause I'm guilty
[BK:] (We burn from Jamaica straight back to America)
Don't live at all
[BK:] (Philly! Manhattan! Yo!! Washington!!!)
[SB:] (Let's get the party started!!!)

[Verse 1: Swizz Beatz]
Now all my niggas stay dirty dirty, bust rounds by the thirty thirty
Frontin niggas y'all don't say a wordy wordy
Tired of y'all niggas frontin, and gettin away
But y'all niggas ain't gone leave today
I got that hot nine seven shit, drop dime never bitch
Y'all niggas know I ain't even got the leverage
Pullin out guns huh, never even usin 'em
Bounty we pull our guns and damn near abusin 'em
This goes out for my ghettoes in America
Real niggas stand if your fake I ain't hearin ya
And I don't need you on my album to sell
My name rings bells, so take it to hell (Hell)
This, is the New York, uh! stop that shit pause dog bitch rewind this
Oh, and I'm Swizz the monster
Y'all can hate all y'all want Ruff Ryders the sponsor

[Chorus: ? (Bounty Killer)]
Just cause I'm guilty
[BK:] (Ok!!! That's right!!!)
There doing you wrong
[BK:] (Ok!!! That's right!!!)
Just cause I'm guilty
[BK:] (Ok!!! That's right!!!)
Don't live it all
[BK:] (Ok!!! That's right!!! A weh dem a deal wit?)

[Verse 2: Bounty Killer]
From the streets of Jamaica I come in special delivery
Bounty Killer, Swizz Beatz the new discovery
Why dem mess with us and know say shit wouldn't be lovely?
Last bwoy weh diss mi well him still inna recovery
Now they wanna cry when situation gettin ugly
I am from the ghetto I know nothin bout your luxury
Hear dem cats they braggin say it's all about the benji
The riches and the bitches and the ice and the bentley
I am from the streets where thugs is dyin plenty
Have to be careful if you die before your twenty
I make a vow mi haffi reach before mi seventy
Brought up inna this thing just for a century, yo!

[Chorus: ? (Bounty Killer)]
Just cause I'm guilty
[BK:] (Ok!!! That's right!!!)
There doing you wrong
[BK:] (Ok!!! That's right!!!)
Just cause I'm guilty
[BK:] (Ok!!! That's right!!!)
Don't live it all
[BK:] (Ok!!! That's right!!! Bounty Killer, Swizz Beatz)

[Verse 3: Swizz Beatz]
Yo, yo we comin through we got that raw
Tell me what you workin for
We don't care about the bouncers comin through the front door
Swizz Beatz, Bounty Killer givin you the hardcore
Everybody standin up givin up the encore

[Bounty Killer]
Swizz Beatz my logo my motto, represent ghetto
Swizz, on your mark, get ready then let's go
I got to get these pesos to end all my stress so
The whole world mi let know no punk cannot test you

[Swizz Beatz]
We know it's all good till a playa act up (Easy)
And then I back up and make the clubs packed up
I, don't drink but I'll buy the bar
Give it all to the club but don't crash your car

[Bounty Killer]
Tell dem ghetto superstar, that's who we are
If that's not enough man a soldiers of war
With no riches and car, so faggots stay far
And a blar man a blar don't you see dem too hard?!

[Chorus: ? (Bounty Killer)]
Just cause I'm guilty
[BK:] (Ok!!! That's right!!!)
There doing you wrong
[BK:] (Ok!!! That's right!!!)
Just cause I'm....

[Outro: Bounty Killer]
OK!!! That's right!!!
OK!!! That's right!!!

[Swizz Beatz]
You just heard a world premiere, Swizz Beatz, Bounty Killer
This is our year, any haters yo get outta here!!!
Yo yo, yo yo yo, easy man, just bounce
Just bounce, I'm back on this scene
I got my feet playin on the groung for you cowards huh!!!
Oh, yeah, y'all ain't ready for the war?!
Bounty! I'm a check you in Jamaica, I be in the hood in uptown, New York
Or you catch me down at the dirty dirty, A.T.L.
Or you can catch me, on the west coast, that Cali Cali Cali Cali Cali
Catch me at that midwest, hey! I'm all over the world
Uh!!! Now be easy dog!!! one...

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(feat. Ja Rule, Metallica)

[Swizz]
Aowwwwwwww
Uh-huh it's on fire tonight
We are ready to rock this
We got Metallica, Ja Rule
Swizz Beatz the mon-ster

[Ja Rule: repeat 2X]
Just when you thought it was over
just when you thought it was done
just when you thought it was safe
Man we did it did it did it again

[Ja Rule]
Love fast cars, fast cars
Cause I'm a rock star baby, born in the U.S.A.
I'ma hit the highway on my Harley doin about 30
Slow it down takin it easy
Any woman that wont please me I'll give her up
Anything the rule touch give it up
And I know y'all are sayin man
They did it did it again

[Metallica]
More than this
Never more your whippin boy

[Ja Rule]
Yeahhhhhh
we did it again
Let's go

[Ja Rule]
Hell Yeahhhhhh
we did it again
Let's go

[Ja Rule: repeat 2X]
Just when you thought it was over
just when you thought it was done
just when you thought it was safe
Man we did it did it did it again

[Ja Rule]
Who loves a little rock, and, roll
Mixed with a little hip, hop, soul (we do!)
Come on rock steady, keep your rockers heavy
and say we did it did it again
Believe in the air ya breathin
Have a bad work we wanna freak ya weekend
No matter what ya spend cause ya livin it up
and damn if we don't do it again
Come on in baby bring some friends
We havin a party tonight
I'll bring the juice and gin you bring the Henn
Swizz we did it did it again

[Metallica]
More than this
Never more your whippin boy

[Ja Rule]
Yeahhhhhh
we did it again
Let's go screeeammm

[Metallica]
More than this
Never more your whippin boy

[Ja Rule]
Hell yeahhhhhh
We did it again
Let's go screeeammm
Let's go

[Ja Rule: x2]
Just when you thought it was over
just when you thought it was done
just when you thought it was safe
Man we did it did it did it again

[Metallica]
Rip, that, smile, right, off your face!

[ab libbing 1st and 2nd verse]

[Metallica]
More than this
Never more your whippin boy

[Ja Rule]
Yeahhhhhh
we did it again
Let's go screeeammm

[Metallica]
More than this
Never more your whippin boy

[Ja Rule: x2]
Just when you thought it was over
just when you thought it was done
just when you thought it was safe
Man we did it did it did it again

[Outro]
Yeah we out
What y'all know about that
(Rip, that, smile, right, off your face!)
Rule baby, Metallica, Swizz
What ya want with this
I'm not kidding
Come on yo, yeah, its on and poppin
You know we did it again
Uhhh Rule baby, Metallica, uh uh
Swizz Beat

(feat. Baby, Cassidy, Jadakiss, P. Diddy, Snoop Dogg)

[Intro x2: P.Diddy]
Ladies and gentlemen (ladies and gentlemen)
As we proceed, to give you what you need
Swizz Beatz (get money) Swizz Beatz (make money)
Swizz Beatz (get money)

[Ron Isley: over intro second time]
Hey ladies, can I get a witness?
Throw your hands in the air
Throw your hands in the air (yeah! yeah!)

[Verse: Baby]
See I go to Las Vegas and I ball like a dog
Me and my brother CD hog up the mall
Mami so fly and I matched her car
Matchin' mink with the matchin' dog
We flew G4 so you know how we ball
We came twenty inches, just me and my dogs
Me, Puff, and Kiss, the Swizz-a-sweet boys
The birdman daddy I fly in any car
It's the Birdlady baby and she Burberry Burberry
So so fly her diamonds are all karats
Earring rock her life so fly
She love twenty inches with the wide deep tires

[Chorus: P.Diddy in background]
[Isley:]
Hey ladies, can I get a witness?
Lah da da da da-da
Tell 'em what they dealin with
Throw your hands in the air
Throw your hands in the air (yeah! yeah!)
Hey fellas, tell 'em what they dealin with
Big house (throw your hands in the air) big boats
Big cars (throw your hands in the air) superstars

[Verse: Jadakiss]
I'm from a town where it go down at
Couple dudes is real but for the most part they low down rats
And I don't know about the ghetto they hearin'
I'm in the musty yellow McClaren
You can't even tell how I'm steering
It's too exotic, niggas act different kinda' funny
I guess it's cause I'm dealin' wit a different kind of money
And I don't wanna drive it if it cost under 2 cent
And even though I hate they force me to get the new Bent
Assholes, my passport is like castrolls
Y'all niggas still tryin' to pass go
You know I throw darts like a bow and a arrow
Remember this, the business is big and so is the barrel, what

[Chorus]

[Verse: Cassidy]
I got a large house, a dog house in my backyard
And even my doghouse got a backyard
Big cars, cigars and big biscuits
The kid is doin' it big, it's "Big Business"
My bosses in here, whores is in here
The Murcielago doors in the air yeah!
The dough I be grippin' it all up
The 'dro I be getting I'm twistin' it all up
The flows I be flippin' and switching 'em all up
And the hoes I be hitting be lickin' it all up
The new kid on the block, admit it it's hot
Cause I'm great like the late Pun, Biggie, and 'Pac

[Verse: Snoop Dogg]
Fa' shizzle dizzle
It's Big Snoopy D-O double Gizzle
Wit my nephew Swizzle, you know it's off the hizzle
I got to pop it for ya, knock it for ya, rock it for ya
Do it on the strip of love, you ain't got to call my lawyer
Chop a sucka' down for ya like I'm Tom Sawyer
Chip-chip away, Ruff Rydin' everyday
See on the East Side we slide on a different page
And get 100 thousand everytime we hit the stage
Keep a gauge, just incase you wanna act up
Cock back, and go back up - back up
So stop trippin' off, your breezy
Look, I'm not Mr. Big but I'll let you down easy

[Chorus: P.Diddy in background]
[Isley:]
Hey ladies, can I get a witness?
Lah da da da da-da
Tell 'em what they dealin with
Throw your hands in the air
Throw your hands in the air (yeah! yeah!)
Hey fellas, tell 'em what they dealin with

[Outro]
[P.Diddy]
Swizz Beatz - get money
Swizz Beatz - make money
[R.Isley]
Hey ladies, can I get a witness?
Lah da da da da-da
Tell 'em what they dealin with
Throw your hands in the air
Throw your hands in the air (yeah! yeah!)