[Swizz Beatz + DMX]
Game time... let's go... WE IN HERE!
It's time to bring the East Coast back baby!!
New York (the dog) WE IN HERE!
We talkin' 'bout the Swizz and the dog wasn't gonna terrorize you all niggas?
You can't be serious!
Ruff Ryders!
[Chorus - Swizz Beatz:]
We'er gonna get it, get it started, get it started again
We'er gonna get it, get it started, get it started again (We in here!)
We're gonna get it, get it stoppin', get it poppin' again
We're gonna get it, get it poppin', get it poppin' again (follow me now!)
[scratching] We..we..we..we..we..we..we..we..we..we..we..we..we..we..we IN HERE!
[DMX]
Six number one albums, imagine that
Cats is sick, 'cause dog got his swagger back
If that shit go, now I ain't havin' that
But they don't want it, I'm gonna still grab the bat
Think I give a fuck? I'm gonna "get down," "go hard" type of nigga
"Bring it to the yard" type nigga
Four, four, one, O, five, fourteen thousand
Ten, ten haze the street with the housin'
C-76, remember me bitch?
I'm that nigga that for life, gonna be your enemy bitch
Fuck around, got my weight up, weight up, brought up
Niggas gettin' ate up, straight up, what the fuck?
Come on vodto, this is just not your day
So stop tryin' to be macho, aight yo?
You don't wanna fight yo, I get's my strap on
Put niggaz' lights out [clapping noise] clap on!
[Chorus]
[DMX]
We don't bark no more, we bite
Motherfucker from the heart, we can get this war on tonight
Ain't nuttin but a thang 'cause the camp gets busy
Fuckin' wit' the 'Line? It's a rizzy
Shit ain't the same, cats done changed the game
Fuck it, all you all niggaz is lame, what's my motherfuckin' name?
(Come on) Twenty million records sold
While you all niggas is strugglin' to go gold!
Come on papi! Can't none of you all niggas stop me
Yahmean? you all niggas is sloppy
What would the game be without me? Nada!
Cats talk about a whole lot of, product
Gucci and scota, Louie Vuitton
Come on, what up with what's really goin' on?
"What's hood?" Cats ain't killin' nuttin but a few minutes
I'm about to bury a box with you in it
So if you got's the whip, you better get on
'Cause if I pull up on, it won't be for Grey Poupon
[Chorus]
[DMX]
Cats playin' games, so I'm goin' raw
Run up in that fuckin' building, kick down the door
you all don't want no fuckin' problems wit' X
you all don't wanna see them four-legged piece, wit' them collars on they necks
Wit' them niggas downstairs wit' the tech, you know the rest
Fuck it, blow it you all niggas, bitch I take respect
Dog's shit hot, that's why you all cowards froze me quick
I pop up, catch niggas on some cozy shit
With Chinese slippers and silk scarves on
Nigga out here tryin' to get his bark on, wonder why the dog gone
I couldn't take it, deface it, that nigga make shit
That's somethin' that'll happen, nigga wanna brace it
And for the record, what you gonna do to fill up my spot?
I ain't gonna front, that ? replace shit, was kinda hot
Not!! How you gonna jack Will Smith for a beat?
That's like tryna jack me for the streets! It ain't happenin'!
[Chorus]
[Swizz Beatz]
WE IN HERE!
WE IN HERE!
WE IN HERE!
WE IN HERE!WE IN HERE! [explosion]
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