Eve — Scenario 2000

[Intro: Swizz Beatz] (Mmm, mmmm) See y'all don't understand us you know Ruff Ryders is a family Ruff Ryders, Ruff Ryders, Ruff Ryders Lets go, Swizz Beatz [Verse 1: DMX] This is the darkest shit, sparking shit Hittin' with the hardest shit, 'cause before we started shit With kids I knew my fuckin' friends all turned against me Said fuck it, bought me a dog ever since me And my dog has been like this, he got my back I got his Schemin' on mad niggas, that's how we do bidz It's about time to start another, robbin' spree 'Cause yo, my way is highway, robbery, chump When I was up North in, sing-sing, I was sendin' niggas home in a coffin Livin' like a orphan You bad, nigga? I'll be back (Let's) see if you'll be still here You know my style, I'll put yo' fucking man in a wheelchair He'll never walk again, on the strength of me That's how I left him G, scared to death of me Niggas cannot run, hit with the hot one From the shotgun, casket close, wonder how he got done [Verse 2: Eve] Yo yo, E-V-E, my dogs believe in me Petty thugs hide yo' cake, never teasin' me I show love to, all my bitches hustlin' ones Tussle with thieves, makin' moves, second to none I locked it, uh, made a sudden move you got bit Flooded wit the double R, real street shit Da blond hair bandit, you got guns, hand it Turn my face when I bust a cannon 'Cause I don't wear sunblock, ask Drag if the fire is hot (Flame on, baby) Shit pop shells, fall three feet, roll over and stop We warn niggas that we coming then we total the block We scorn niggas like their mothers then we wet up their socks Red dye, escaping on the red-eye, to seashore Then hide out and buy out bars 'til we see fall In this game, we beat y'all, you got money? Keep yours For eyes be tearin' tryin' to identify the features [Verse 3: Jadakiss] And you can come see me if you tryin' to get some grams tonight 'Cause I can get it for you raw, gray, tan or white Fuck rap yo, I'd rather be plannin' a flight Somewhere hot on a wave runner, tanning with dykes Blowin the haze, while all of 'em givin' me brains One at a time, y'all start from the front of the line But everybody wanna contact me and get wit me But still end up being mad 'cause I charge fifty And as for you sucka, you can keep those raps And screw your awards, my son can't eat those plaques I never was shit but some things I never forget Like if you spend three you're guaranteed to make back six Drove the Benz off the lot and just dusted her off Tints, rims, stash, took the governor off Even the cats that be hatin' still be lovin' the dogs 'Cause they know that the double R's comin' for war Wha [Verse 4: Styles P & Sheek Louch] If you ain't ready to die, then why should you live? 'Cause when I start bustin' the guns, you hidin' the kids And the P is still ridin' with clips, survivin' with bricks We beefin' on the 4th you got to die on the 5th Like I wasn't hustlin' dope or robbin' the blocks Starvin' or not, carvin' the cheek, palmin' the Glock I figure which nigga could I watch with a watch I like to knock off my crack then I pull off a heist Put it together, double it twice, this shit is my life Catch me with a 45, hot pair of Nikes And three red dice, like, give me the bank or give me your face Give me a shank, it's Holiday ugh The hoopties in the front but the truck is a mile away Niggas wanna ride tomorrow when they prob'ly die today 'Cause the P'll hollow the guns Holla at sons (I feel you, nigga) And when they go to holla back They be swallowin' one [Verse 5: Sheek Louch] (Uh, uh, uh) Y'all dem bust in them crowd niggas and hit whoever When you should aim for them niggas that took yo' leather They right there, but you scared that they gon' bust 'Cause they crazy, but crazy niggas bleed like us See I'm one shot through the heart like Cupid Y'all niggas might be crazy, but y'all not stupid It's '99, I'm killings you women and kids Fuck Scarface! Watch me, I'm more action to see Than them motherfuckers that y'all see on T.V And fuck what you heard this how Sheek get down Comes to guns? Shit I'm rhyming with one on me now You never know what clown goin' walk into the studio Talking shit and it's gonna be more than the amps that blow I pour gas on your skin and watch your shit detach With a book of matches now that's when you have met your match And the worst thing for you is to have a gun when I'm thirsty I turn niggas more holy man, than Eddie Murphy And I deal with more bricks than that city do in jersey Y'all got call cops niggas, I got autops niggas, that'll bust you and slide And some ol' 6-drop niggas Revolver Pop niggas, Eezox niggas Get knocked, say I smoke detox niggas Drug program, hit the streets and cop 56 mo grams Y'all niggas ain't fuckin' with the fam And that's word [Verse 6: Drag-On] (Come on, come on, come on,) Boy, what's the difference between fire and water? You'd rather drown or die of torture, 'cause your skins of ya And watch ya burn off fat, dog, I'm off the thermostat Could put a comb to my mouth and give yo' bitch a perm with that Keep shells in the envelopes 'cause I'll mail out bullets More blood than a riot on a jailhouse footage Buck 40, 'bout a extra 20 wit the semi When it hit you, you gon' do a 360 pretty swiftly When I burn you to a crisp, you gon' be crunchier than chips With mah hand all up in da bag munchin' on tha shit Bit by bit, clip by clip and every block by block Is brick on brick I got knots on knots 'Cause I got things that'll pop yo top And double R spot yo block with 16 shots and watch y'all drop And ain't nobody gettin' up, 'less they in the wheelchair Sittin' up or spittin' up, either way I don't give a fuck