[Swizz](Strings)
Uh Where the club at?
Uh, uh where the club at?
Swizz Beats, Strings
Uh Where the club at?
Ruff Ryders
[Strings]
How come?
Niggas constantly fronting
Mouths wide open but they ain`t saying nothing
Y`all dumb, bitches sound pitiful
Unoriginal, think your shit is critical
Now run, for cover when my joint come on,
Don`t need a crew bitch I hold my own,
Y`all bums, get out, my shit out, I burn your crib out
With the hotness that`s spinning
Want some?
Give it and get it right back
200 four, put a whole in your soul
Gun, gun in my hip, pistol pump grip
Trigger finger slip then you slip back a dip
Da bums dirty, gritty, low down
Telling me to slow down, bust four more rounds
Da club bouncing up and down and
Looking all around at niggas straight clownin`
Make money is what I do best and
Y`all niggas schemin`, you better where vest then
STRINGS niggas that`s my name and
When I go platinum you know I`m to blame and
And partna what`cha saying, nothing really right?
Y`all broads steady talking, your shit ain`t really tight
I`m driving you off, something ain`t right
My wrists all flooded, bank account cluttered
For all you motherfuckers wonderin` I stay buttered
Y`all niggas take too long to come, I`m done
I`m turning the page, I ain`t got no time for games
I`m grown and I got a child your age
Make it a million degrees in this motherfucker
Try to catch your breath
And I got the joint hoppin` from the top to the left
Lyrical crack, too much will rock ya to death
In the studio makin` hits, while you failing whole sets
Any way we move you gon` get your palms wet
A beautiful but deadly MC is on the M-I-C
Prepare for your death, S-T-R-I-N-G-S, ghetto fabulous
I`mma platinum Rolley, and you ain`t worth my time
I`mma silver dollar, you bitches just dimes
If you don`t have class, before you have cash
You might never get it, you can`t buy
Bitch you born wit` it, so go on wit` it
Cause you gon go get it, cause I done shitted
Either you wit` it or forget it, y`all niggas just plain did it
So quit it nigga
