Eve - Scenario 2000 (Jigga My Nigga Remix) lyrics

rate me

(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

This is the darkest shit, sparkest shit

Hittin wit the hardest Shit, cuz before we started shit

Wit kidz I knew my friendz 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 niggaz

Dats 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, Sing-Sing I was sendin niggaz home in a coffin

Livin like a orphan, you bad nigga?

I'll be back to 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

Dats how I left him G, scared to death of me

Cannot run, hit wit the hot one

From the shotgun, cats was close, wondered how we got done

Yo yo, E-V-E

My dogz believe in me

Petty thugz hide yo cake, never teasin me

I show love to, all my bitches hustlin one'z, tussle wit 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 gunz, hand it

Turn my face when I bust a cannon

Cuz I don't wear sunblock

Ask Drag if the fire is hot

shit pop shellz, fall three feet, roll over and stop

We warn niggaz that we coming then we hold up the block

scorn niggaz like their mothers then we wet up their socks

red dye, escaping on the red eye ,sea shores then hide out

buy out bars till we see fall

Believe in this game, we beat y'all, you got money?

Keep y'alls, for us be tearin tryin to hide, then our fire

Beat y'alls

And you can come see me if you tryin to make a gram 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 wit dykes

Blowin the haze, while all of em givin me brains

One at a time, y'all start from the front of the line

everybody wanna contact me and get wit me

but still end up being mad cuz i charge fifty

and as for you suka, you can keep those rapz

and Screw your awardz, my son can't eat those plaques

I never was shit but some things i never forget

like if you spend three your guaranteed to make back six

Drove the Benz off the lot and just dusted her off

Tints, rims, stashed, tick the governer off

Even the cats that be hatin still be lovin the dogs

Cause they know that the double R's comin for war

Wha

If you ain't ready to die, then why should you live?

Cuz when I start bustin the guns , you hidin the kids

And the Pieer's still ridin on clips, survivin wit bricks

We beefin on the 4th you got to die on the 5th

Like I wasnt hustlin dope or robbin the blocks

Starvin or not, carvin the cheek, palmin the glock

I figure which nigga could I watch wit 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 wit a 45, hot pair of Nikes

And three red dice, like, give me the bank or gimmie yo face

Gimmie a shank It's Holiday ugh

the hoopties in the front but the truckers a mile away

niggaz wanna ride tomorrow when they prolly die today

cause the P'll hollow the guns

Holla at sons if you feel a nigga holla back

then you swallow the ones

(uh, uh, uh)

Y'all dem bust in them crowd niggaz and hit whoever

When you should aim for them niggaz that took yo leather

They right there, but you scared that they gon bust

Cause they crazy, but them crazy niggaz bleed like us

See I'm one shot thru the heart like Cupid

Y'all niggaz might be crazy, but y'all not stupid

its 99 im killings you women and kids

fuck scar-face watch me, im more action to see

than dem motherfuckers that yall see on T.V.

and fuck what you heard this how sheek get down

comes wit guns, shit im rhyming wit one on me now

you never know what clown goin ta walk into the studio

talking shit and its gonna be more than the amster blow

I pour gas on your skin and watch your shit detatch

lit and book of matches now thats when you have met your match

and the worst thing for you is to have a gun when im thursty

ill turn niggaz more holy man, than Eddie Murphy

i got more bricks than that city do with jersey

Yo i got call cops niggaz, I got autops niggaz, that'll bust you and slide

And some ol 6-drop niggaz

Revolver Pop niggaz, easy Ox niggaz

Get knocked, say we smoked detox niggaz

Drug program, hit the streetz we cop 56 mo gramz

Y'all niggaz ain't messin wit scrams

And that's

(come on, come on, come on,)

Boy, whats the difference between fire and water?

You whether drown or die off torture, cause yo 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 wit that

Keep shellz in the envelopes cuz I'll mail out bullets

More blood that a riot on a jailhouse footage

Buck 40, buy the extra 20 wit the semi, when it hit you

You gon do a 360 pretty swiftly

when i burn you to a crisp you ganna be cruncher than chips

wit 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 wit 16 shots and watch y'all drop

And ain't nobody gettin up, (un)less they in the wheelchair

Sittin up or spittin up, either way I don't give a fuck