Swizz N 4 Beatz Lyrics - Swizz Beatz

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[Swizz Beatz]
Ruff Ryders, 1-2, 1-2
G.E.T.T.O. Stories, Swizz Beatz
Makin' it happen
Listen to what the xxxx I got to say

I'm from the hood
I love the hood
I rep the hood, lived in the hood
Started on the grind, started with a 9
Motherfucker, I had to earn mine
Nigga, a lot of niggas hatin', a lot of niggas watchin'
A lot of niggas plottin', a lot of hearts stoppin'
Uh, believe that, I'm bangin' with the beats
I bang with the streets, I'm bangin' with the heat
S - to the double - I - to the double - Z
Niggas look at me - want no trouble B
I'm just mindin' my business
Makin' money, stackin' chips, just mindin' my business
You can catch me in the 3-60 or, Odena, blowin' down the Pasadena
The rebel appeal, go 'head, appeal, that xxxxx will squeal
That's when that hoe's dyin', cause if I'm in court it's guaranteed I'm lyin'
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, I'm here forever
Swizz Beatz part whatever, I'm here forever, bitch

[Shyne]
Swizz, Po
Step out 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 Silver's 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
And 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

(Sung with female)
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

(Female Singing)
To all my Marla Mable xxxxxxx 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)

[Styles - The LOX]
Ya really ain't beefin'
Ya wanna talk to God? Then my 9 is the phone line to reach Him
I thought about it hard and long
And came up with the answer to myself that God is wrong
Cause if y'all that the best you can do
To xxxx with Paniro, then after these bars, I'm gone
I'm harder than a year in the box
My head is to pop without a Ox on a murderous block
And they never {EDITED} for years, what?
Cause if it 44 cells, I feel like its hell
Been 22 niggas goin' off of the tear
Time Magazine, P should get the "Boss of the Year"
Tinted Magazine, you could get the "Corpse of the Year"
Bout to kidnap the rappers, knock out they eyes
So nobody gotta watch when I floss of the year
And if you heard P spittin', then it's all for the ears, what?
Motherfucka

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