Ugh
 You know we had to 'dis right
 Hugh Hugh
 You know we had to 'dis right
 Hugh Hugh
 It just wouldn't be right

 Verse One:Sheek

 Yo
 Ayo
 Yo I'ma b-boy standin in my b-boy stance
 Glock on my hip is big is the dick in my pants
 You don't want nuttin wit sheek you soft as fuck
 I leave a single shotgun shell on top of your truck
 Wit a horseshoe to let you know you pressin' ya luck
 You don't want nuttin wit kiss, nuttin wit styles
 You don't wanna end up food for the crocadiles
 I'd take the gun off ya waste and smack ya
 And turn around and point it at ya mink and give you one
 I'm the reason why ya peeps not in ICU
 Cause believe me when you ain't watchin I see you
 From the Hamptons to the place where you like to eat
 I put somethin in them mams you keep thinkin is sweet
 I'm in the bushes all night calm wit' the Tommy
 Waitin for you to skinny dip wit' that mommy
 While she waitin for the night i'm waitin for her flight

 Chorus: Jadakiss
 2X

 No we ain't
 Wit dem
 No more cause we ruffrydin
 Get it out ya head now
 LOX is back now
 Show a little love now
 Pump it in the club now

 Verse Two: Jadakiss

 Yo if you should die tonight
 It's cause I said peel his cap
 We on Ruffryders now
 How real is that
 It's the kiss of death everybody know J- face
 Us gettin off similar to OJ's case
 Just better rhymes and better beats involved
 Less politics more of the streets involved
 Things always go smooth when the heats involved
 Sign today or get beat tommorow
 First one talkin that family shit
 And get a lotta doe and don't give the family shit
 I don't care how many ? you wrote
 I just wanna see how you gonna dance when your neck get broke
 if yall do fall down i'ma scoop the ?
 No shiny suits
 Everybody boots and jeans
 The industry is one thing being real is another
 That means i'll steal your mother

 Chorus: 2x

 Verse Three: Styles

 Yo if you left the peak ballin i don't feel yo ass
 I wish duke was still alive and they killed yo ass
 You can keep an industry but don't you come to the hood
 I got a thousand niggas like me and they feel like suge
 If you think i'm beefin for nuttin then rob me dog
 I'm from the hood
 And I ain't bee robbed before
 Tell you screw all the paper work
 You can lie in dirt
 Walk through the valley nigga tell me if the iron hurt
 Ruffryder now cause that's where the bombs at
 And i tell niggas fuck that car jack
 Take the roley out the air put the don back
 Can't wear shiney suits on combat
 Guess i got personal beef
 You worse then a thief
 Probably be your man that'll work you to sleep
 We goin put the guns down and we ain't bringin a crew
 You got friends that hate yo ass more than we do nigga

 Outro: L.O.X.

 We don't give a fuck about ya (3x)
 We gonna be alright with out ya

 Chorus: (6x