Lyrics Swizz Beatz

Swizz Beatz

Ghetto Stories

Ruff Ryders

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Ghetto stories

Yeah yeah

Swizz Beatz makin' it happen

Listen what the fuck I gotta say

I'm not a rapper, dog

I'm from the hood

I love the hood

I rep the hood

Lived in the hood

Started on the grind

Started with a nine

Motherfucker, I had to earn mine

A lot of niggas hatin'

A lot of niggas watching

A lot of niggas plotting

A lot of hearts stopping

I'm banging with the beats

I'm banging with the streets

I'm banging with the heat

S to the double

I to the double Z

Niggas look at me

Want no trouble B

I'm just minding my business

Making money, stacking chips

Just minding my business

You can catch me in a 360L or Going down to Pasadena

The rubber will peel

Your head will peel

Your bitches will squeal

That's when these hoes dying

Cause if I'm in court, guaranteed I'm lying

Fuckers, I had to get my business right

Had to get my money right

Had to get my label right

You can hate all you want

I'm here forever

Swizz Beatz part, whatever

I'm here forever, bitch

I'm the monster, get it all right

Me and my niggas is dogs

And we guaranteed to bite

Inf gon' pop ya

Cross gon' pop ya

Waah gon' pop ya

Dogs gon' stop ya

We working out the building

I started the beats, coming up out of the building

Nigga, 2E and the building 700

The Bronx Tenements, where I came up

Ain't nothing funny playa

For this money, these niggas is hungry, playa

That's right, I love the hood

Respect the hood

Support the hood

Lived in the hood

This is Swiss talking

This is Swiss rocking

Mother fucking thug nigga

Up and New Yorking

We love the hood

We run the hood

We own the hood

Fuck what you sayin' dog

You got a problem we gon' solve 'em

You got beef we gon' bed that

You got lead we gon' pop that

I got heat I'ma rock that

Motherfucking radio stations I drop that

I'm the one that had ten songs

At one time on the countdown

Get your mind right

Y'all fuckers thought I bounced forever

Y'all niggas better get together or whatever

I got beats galore

I got beats that'll blow off your project doors

Beats that'll flip over your Bentley X-R's

Beats that'll make niggas ready for wars

Beats for deaf, beats for blind

Beats that'll make a thug nigga wanna cock his nine, oh

Y'all niggas ain't hard to find

Y'all niggas ain't out your mind, fuckers

We love the hood

From the hood

In the hood

Swizz Beatz and I'm here for good

This is my ghetto story

This is my ghetto story

This is my ghetto story

Oh, my God!

Inf gon' pop ya

Waah gon' pop ya

Cross gon' stop ya

Dogs gon stop ya

Listen, doing this here

Y'all niggas know this, we doing this here

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