world's greatest
ruff ryders
it's the world's greatest
make you throw your bike's up
i think i'm getting why these muthafuckers hate me
'cause i've been putting pressure on errything lately
and i'm here pressure bust pipes kinda easy
with that being said i apologize to bp
but to the rest of yall it's no courtesy
i'm not a none of you burden me
next generation at the double r lights up
i'm the next nigga that's gon' make 'em throw they bikes up
i literally had million's watching me
on the stage turning dudes to a mockery
this niggas is chickens and beef steady talkin' bout they go ham
you confused you meat lover
i got swizz feelin' like dre when he made deep cover
i'm the next double r meal ticket
make like a deck of cards nigga
my flow dope like the methadone clinic
pull on the phantom when you see a don in it
glove box you might see the kuran in it
i drop the roof to be captured by the sun
relay my bars and remastered every one
nigga's wonderin' where the fuck drag at?
i'm on twitter hittin' everybody back
drag to the dash i ain't back to claim shit
i still got the same crown i first came wit'
if i had to do it all again
now i'ma shine when the rain get thick nigga
all the pretty girls go round the ouside
porsche or range rover meet me in the ride
windows on jet black you ain't gotta hide
this my throne cranberry silver patron
hat back like i'm 15 face clean
nice blue jeans sitting on the louie
i used to run base and i don't mean that
a long way from dr jays and conways
i still like hoodrats some beyonces
pop off you ain't ever seen ak's
eddie levert and the old j's
it took a little while but donnie gon blow
might as well call me butter cause donnie on a roll
personally i think i'm underrated if nothing else
they you jada is something else
muthafuck who they know it's the kid with the diesel bars and cool aid flow
it's a couple dudes i ain't got rid of yet
niggas is butt like the back of the cigarette
holla when it's time for the blood to get spilled
i only negotiate for thugs to get killed
blowin' strawberry kiwi dro
sling cane til they cut off my hands
i'ma spit pain til they cut off my glands
got work all over the stove
gettin' money all over the globe
in the range all over road
cribs and the whips is lavish
playing kiss with your bitch
bet you he ain't gon snitch
fuckin' with 3 bad niggas
telling your girl full of tea bag niggas
on the scale with the guns off safety
two blunts in the watson 749
10 for the bird let you place the decimel
name still ringing bells so fuck the rest nigga
i'm old school like andre the giant and bob backlund
cats ain't never been able to ever
niggas bow down like muslims praying
i'm just tryna understand what these fools are saying
somebody better take me outta here
this is what it came down to
i come through in beast mode from new york to az
thinking dog ain't got it
i'ma scratch to the death
til there's half of 'em left
til the last of my breath