Funkmaster Flex - We in Here [Featuring the Ruff Ryders] Lyrics (2024)

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Yeah you know how we do it, Funk Flex, Big Kap, Def JamThe Tunnel, Ruff Ryders, Let's go baby[Chorus]Ruff Ryders (We in here!)Ruff Ryders (We stayin here!)Ruff Ryders (Ain't goin nowhere, Ain't hidin nowhere, ain't runnin nowhere)[Drag-On]Ya'll laughin, when we comin, we checkin the cabinetsBody parts we baggin, we ain't comin for the crackWe come to crack backs and ? over nigg*z hair dewSpit rays, pop off see's and graze nigg*z fadesI creep in a Mustang, bust my heat in the rainTill they get a rust stainwhy'all nigg*z heard of me, probably want to murder meI'll pull up on ya block and turn your white teeth burgundyLet's see some surgery[EVE]Watch the first lady as she ridesRougher than the rest of them bitchesWhat it take for cats to hush they mouthThis one officialCome on clown prove it's still an issueStreets is ours, have ya homies weepin cause they miss youThought it was a game when I said the dogs would get youHeard you f*cked up cause E-V-E bit youFlex knows what the real isThat's why he deal wit Ruff Ryders baby droppin bombs nigg* feel this[Chorus]Ruff Ryders (We in here!)Ruff Ryders (We stayin here!)Ruff Ryders (Ain't goin nowhere, Ain't hidin nowhere, ain't runnin nowhere)[Jadakiss]Why ya'll braggin, I'm over here choppin and bagginAnd I don't want the drop coupe so I'm choppin the wagonDark navy blue six speed, six air-bagsEven if this sh*t crash, feel like Six FlagsAnd ya'll nigg*z can't block my shellsWhen I'm in jail the C.O. don't lock my cellBefore any rap group, we was the L.O.X. crooksI'll slap a hundred dollars on the whole blocks booksAnd know the block shook, when I walk bynigg*z just like you they rather not lookI inspired why'all nigg*z to flowI'ma always get money so I admire ya'll nigg*s that blowAsk ya self who the nicest out right nowPut your ice up lets get on the mic right nowClown, I'm the top cat where it stops atWhere lightning and thunder atAnd why'all nigg*z is under that[Styles]If you runnin with the P. you gonna get your turnTuck my gun while its hot to feel my dick hair burnMight come through the spot where the shottie and whatBody to block and hot want to the Bacardi wit rocksI ain't never drive a bike but I ride on the backRob wit a gat, sh*t I still ride wit my crapsIf you want to go to war we can tally it upEscalate and venally it up, what?[Chorus]Ruff Ryders (We in here!)Ruff Ryders (We stayin here!)Ruff Ryders (Ain't goin no where, Ain't hidin no where, ain't runnin no where)[Sheek]If you like Sheek, you hold heat and no one knowBust yo' gun and leave the body where no one goI pack some sh*t for any type of situationOnly time I don't pack heat is on vacationAnds that's the blow dryer next to the PlayStationI'm big but I use sh*t to kill you quickAnd I don't wrestle unless chicks do bad on my dickFlex know I bring somethin hot to the spot[DMX]What would you rather have the 10 you found or the 5 you earnedBecame a man at 6 cause at 5 you learnedDon't take nothin for granted except deathMan of the house cause you the last nigg* leftsee how it's going dizzy with the sh*t so we can blast a rhymeHope the Lord got your soul cause your ass is mineEvery time you turn around nigg*s know that I be right thereEast turned to West coast, cravin for the nightmareDon't give a f*ck about what you sling Cause you ain't slingin that sh*t, or bringin that sh*t Up the hill, but you still singin that sh*tTalkin sh*t like you know what its like to walk this sh*tGet on some stalkin sh*t So you know what nigg*z rule New York and sh*tI'm just thinkin all the business and how to handle ya'll nigg*zAll the families that I got lightin candles for nigg*zBreathin revelence, grandmothers fallen out and need the sedativesMom huggin the casket wishin that she raised a better kid[Swizz Beatz]why'all nigg*z actorsI'll put your face where your muthaf*ckin back wasI'm tired of why'all nigg*z actorswhy'all know what why'all gonna getAnd why'all nigg*z know damn well who why'all f*ckin witLittle slim nigg* like me, big gun like thisAnd my gun bust and gun never missI'm the nigg* that make ya miss ChristmasWhen we go to court you know sh*t dismissed[Chorus: x4]Ruff Ryders (We in here!)Ruff Ryders (We stayin here!)Ruff Ryders (Ain't goin nowhere, Ain't hidin nowhere, ain't runnin nowhere)

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Written by: EARL SIMMONS, SEAN JACOBS, JASON PHILLIPS, MEL SMALLS, DAVID STYLES, KASSEEM DEAN, EVE JEFFERS, JOHN PARKER, ASTON G. TAYLOR, CHARLES CASON

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