เนื้อเพลง Scenario 2000 (Jigga My N*gga Remix) - Eve

(feat. The Ruff Ryders)

[Swizz Beatz]
(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

[DMX]
This is the darkest sh*t, sparkest sh*t
Hittin wit the hardest Sh*t, cuz before we started sh*t
Wit kidz I knew my friendz all turned against me
Said f*ck 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 n*ggaz
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 n*ggaz home in a coffin
Livin like a orphan, you bad n*gga?
I'll be back to see if you'll be still here
You know my style I'll put yo f*cking 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

[Eve]
Yo yo, E-V-E
My dogz believe in me
Petty thugz hide yo cake, never teasin me
I show love to, all my b*tches 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 sh*t
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
sh*t pop shellz, fall three feet, roll over and stop
We warn n*ggaz that we coming then we hold up the block
scorn n*ggaz 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

[JadaKiss]
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
F*ck 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 sh*t 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

[Styles]
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 n*gga 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 sh*t 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
n*ggaz wanna ride tomorrow when they prolly die today
cause the P'll hollow the guns
Holla at sons if you feel a n*gga holla back
then you swallow the ones

[Sheek]
(uh, uh, uh)
Y'all dem bust in them crowd n*ggaz and hit whoever
When you should aim for them n*ggaz that took yo leather
They right there, but you scared that they gon bust
Cause they crazy, but them crazy n*ggaz bleed like us
See I'm one shot thru the heart like Cupid
Y'all n*ggaz might be crazy, but y'all not stupid
its 99 im killings you women and kids
f*ck scar-face watch me, im more action to see
than dem motherf*ckers that yall see on T.V.
and f*ck what you heard this how sheek get down
comes wit guns, sh*t im rhyming wit one on me now
you never know what clown goin ta walk into the studio
talking sh*t and its gonna be more than the amster blow
I pour gas on your skin and watch your sh*t 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 n*ggaz more holy man, than Eddie Murphy
i got more bricks than that city do with jersey
Yo i got call cops n*ggaz, I got autops n*ggaz, that'll bust you and slide
And some ol 6-drop n*ggaz
Revolver Pop n*ggaz, easy Ox n*ggaz
Get knocked, say we smoked detox n*ggaz
Drug program, hit the streetz we cop 56 mo gramz
Y'all n*ggaz ain't messin wit scrams
And that's

[Drag-On]
(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 b*tch 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 sh*t
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 f*ck