We 'Bout To Blow

Yea, come on

Def Jam yea, come on

Ruff Ryders yea, come on

Def Jam yea, come on

Ruff Ryders yea, come on

Def Jam yea, come on

Ruff Ryders yea, come on

Bloodline, we bout to blow, what!

Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow, what!

Vacant Lot, we bout to blow, what!

Man, bitch ass niggaz just don't know

Bloodline, we bout to blow, what!

Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow, what!

Vacant Lot, we bout to blow, what!

Man, bitch ass niggaz just don't know

I'm just gonna stick to the script 'cuz you know how that shit go

Quick to the flip dog, kitten don't let go

Get that shit yo, wrong or right me

Dog for life and it's on tonight

Y'all niggaz make money, money, money

My niggaz take money, money, money

Bloodline, get down 'cuz

I love mine

I can put my life on the line at least one time

Cats don't know nothin', but show frontin'

I'm a pump, pump it up like

Joe Budden

Dark Man, bang your head with the walk man

Tryna holla at

Shorty, you still tryna' talk, man

Sometimes niggaz is worse than the bitches

So I'm a holla at you, but first with the stitches

Cats don't know who you fuckin' with

Till you fuckin' with

X and you stuck in shit

Bloodline, we bout to blow, what!

Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow, what!

Vacant Lot, we bout to blow, what!

Man, bitch ass niggaz just don't know

Bloodline, we bout to blow, what!

Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow, what!

Vacant Lot, we bout to blow, what!

Man, bitch ass niggaz just don't know

Yo, Grease

I need this beat, no disrespect

I just got some shit

I need to get off my chest

Look around and

I see the rap game is a mess

So many chromes, now they gettin' me vexed

Upset and insane in how the game gonna change shit

Soundin' the same, and it's a ma fuckin' shame

While lames think they flow so sick, gettin' excited

Yeah they got a sick flow, its called the “

Young Hoe

Virus”But, let me fall back into character

B got so hot, never been an amateur

Ask the locals, boy its

Lo CoNever

Stop my flow, wanna go pro, you know

Check the history, started with the

R'sNow I'm runnin' with the line, four time, no mystery

Dog, tryna position me to get in the door

But since the door don't open wide enough, we rippin' it off

Bloodline, we bout to blow, what!

Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow, what!

Vacant Lot, we bout to blow, what!

Man, bitch ass niggaz just don't know

Bloodline, we bout to blow, what!

Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow, what!

Vacant Lot, we bout to blow, what!

Man, bitch ass niggaz just don't know

Dog, gonna be dog, that's how

I get down

Step up, nigga, sit down, put your shit down

Clowns ain't even built for the circus

I'm about to pop this nigga, dog, it ain't worth it

Tahhh, yea you right, soon as your man make

It dead at night

I'll be there, alight?

Then what?

Everything stops, money turns on the light

And pa pop pop pop!

None stop shots ringin' out, cowards hit the ground

I came to get down if you came to get down

Blow the pound up, niggaz wanna what with us

Bloodline and the dog

I trust, so for the dog

I bustThat thang, catch me while

I'm up in the truck with that thang

Dog get the word, it's a must that

I bangAnd trust me,

I'm gonna do my motherfuckin' thang

Bloodline, we bout to blow, what!

Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow, what!

Vacant Lot, we bout to blow, what!

Man, bitch ass niggaz just don't know

Bloodline, we bout to blow, what!

Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow, what!

Vacant Lot, we bout to blow, what!

Man, bitch ass niggaz just don't know

Yeah! Come on man, ya niggaz don't know what the fuck this shit is

Gutter, gutter, gutter, gutter