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 a*s 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 a*s 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 f**kin' with Till you f**kin' 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 a*s 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 a*s 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 f**kin' shame While lames think they flow so sick, gettin' excited Yeah they got a sick flow, its called the '€œYoung Hoe Virus'€ But, let me fall back into character B got so hot, never been an amateur Ask the locals, boy its Lo Co Never Stop my flow, wanna go pro, you know Check the history, started with the R's Now 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 a*s 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 a*s 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 bust That thang, catch me while I'm up in the truck with that thang Dog get the word, it's a must that I bang And trust me, I'm gonna do my motherf**kin' thang Bloodline, we bout to blow, what! Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow, what! Vacant Lot, we bout to blow, what! Man, bitch a*s 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 a*s niggaz just don't know Yeah! Come on man, ya niggaz don't know what the f**k this shit is Gutter, gutter, gutter, gutter