[Intro: Cross]
Y'all know it's on again, right? (Yeah)
Now y'all know y'all done fucked up, right?
Y'all know you can't fuck with double R (Yeah)
So why the fuck y'all keep tryin'?
Ruff Ryders!

[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
I'm a thug in the streets and I know what to do
If you fuckin' with me, I'ma fuck with you
I don't give a fuck now, I'ma do my thing
Like a motherfuckin' dog, let the gun, gun, bang
I'm a thug in the streets and I know what to do
If you fuckin' with me, I'ma fuck with you
I don't give a fuck now, I'ma do my thing
Like a motherfuckin' dog, let the gun, gun, bang

[Verse 1: Drag-On]
Yo, I be the D-R-A-G dash
Y'all n***as foot slim 'cause bullets make your feet fast
We throw babies in the trash
Drag don't play with little gats
Crib like McDonalds nothin' but Big Macs
And quarter pounds
Bitch, place your order now, stay in line
I only fuck with broke n***as that straight depend on crime
You straight pussy, so fuck your ass cap
'Cause in jail, they'll put your cap where your ass at, you ass black
Projects, that's where Drag at
Yeah, ya got heart
But if I don't got my gun, that's where ya gon' get stabbed at, boy
As a young, I never grabbed that toy
Drag was taught to grab that and ask, "Where the cash at"
[Verse 2: Sheek Louch]
You think we shoot his pocket sides, deuce-deuce the 25s
You ain't takin' 'em, n***a, you threatenin' lives
I ain't frontin', motherfucker, I don't shoot no legs
I'm tryna see if your brains really look like eggs
Or is it just that commercial? Your brain on drugs
Now it's a total different look from these shotgun slugs
To get rich, it could take less than two days
I'm like them little beepers halfs and bullets two-ways
Fuck vests, my shit go through toupéés
I'm a thug in New York and when I'm on your set
We the apartment where they filmed good times at
Bitch, what the fuck? I'm a thug n***a

[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
I'm a thug in the streets and I know what to do
If you fuckin' with me, I'ma fuck with you
I don't give a fuck now, I'ma do my thing
Like a motherfuckin' dog, let the gun, gun, bang
I'm a thug in the streets and I know what to do
If you fuckin' with me, I'ma fuck with you
I don't give a fuck now, I'ma do my thing
Like a motherfuckin' dog, let the gun, gun, bang

[Verse 3: Styles P]
Weight on my back, hate in my heart
Blood in my eye
Foot on the gas, blunt in my mouth
Lovin' the ride
Hand on the gun, ear to the street
Back to the wall
Mind on my money while I'm clappin' at y'all
[Verse 4: Jadakiss]
I got n***as in jail, crack in the hood
Hustle in south
Fiends and customers that run in your house
I got family ties, I'm handy with knives
I live my life in the ghetto, nose candy and .9s
I'm deeper than most
Sleep with it close, wake with a demon
Have visions of the whole world shaking and screaming

[Verse 5: Styles P & Jadakiss]
I was born to be a leader
But if the game was dirty, I was born to be a cheater
You talking to me greezy
I was gone to get the heater
You tell me what you know about blow
Gettin' dough and straight warrin' with a meaner
Frontin' in a Benz or I was soarin' in a Beemer
Lyin' in the cut
The gun is straight running like a tire on the trucks
If he is real or a liar put the plier to his nuts
Or the fire to his guts
'Cause n***as is too soft
That heat make n***as cool off
Fuck ice, I'm tryna cop the crew lofts
So we can be back in effect
I throw the barrel to the back of your neck
And hop back in the 'vette
'Cause everybody is a felon with loot
They say rap is like dust and we the only ones sellin' the juice
[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
I'm a thug in the streets and I know what to do
If you fuckin' with me, I'ma fuck with you
I don't give a fuck now, I'ma do my thing
Like a motherfuckin' dog, let the gun, gun, bang
I'm a thug in the streets and I know what to do
If you fuckin' with me, I'ma fuck with you
I don't give a fuck now, I'ma do my thing
Like a motherfuckin' dog, let the gun, gun, bang

[Verse 6: Eve]
Yo, yo
Bitches is so sick, they throw up
So scared, they don't even come around in places that I show up
Go 'head, n***a, put your dough up
Me against who? N***a, grow up
Bitches choke, can't even get their flow up
I ain't got no fear 'bout you bitches in the industry
Actin' all confused, don't know who you supposed to be
Chickens lost, steady worryin' 'bout who's dick is tossed
Stop stallin', better get this thing before it's gone
But I ain't mad 'cause I ain't gon' pass it on
Callin' askin' can you get on my shit 'cause your cash is gone
You won't get no sales off of me, bitch please
Pitbull run with dogs, I don't like fleas

[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
I'm a thug in the streets and I know what to do
If you fuckin' with me, I'ma fuck with you
I don't give a fuck now, I'ma do my thing
Like a motherfuckin' dog, let the gun, gun, bang
I'm a thug in the streets and I know what to do
If you fuckin' with me, I'ma fuck with you
I don't give a fuck now, I'ma do my thing
Like a motherfuckin' dog, let the gun, gun, bang