Lyrics: Bug Out
Album: Ruff Ryders
Artist: DMX
 

Dmx

Ughh aieyo (ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!) these niggaz is crazy baby they cant fuck wit da dog (ya know) yo swizz swizz (my nigga) swizz, swizz, swizz anotha one? (swizz) anotha one? (anotha one?) are we be
Reedy??? (uh, swizz, swizz) or what??? i don’t think so uh

Come on baby like u dont know da streets is (uh)
Too bad they’ll find yo body but in pieces (uh) cuz the beast is
On some real cruddy shit
About to split yo wig wit some bloody shit
I ain’t droppin’ nuttin but dat ugly shit (come on)
Bite yo head like i tried yo man cuz what u sayin is nuttin (uh huh)
Must really think im playin but i’ll be layin while u bluffin
Look out !!! dey don’t let dat crook out i took out
Enough of yo family to have a fuckin cook out (uh)
For one time we get togetha (uh)
Is it when everyone get hit togetha
Or when im in da tent just before they hit da leather
Ima say it so i know how much strength is left
And curse all who will breathe in da stench of death (uh huh)
Though after the sixth day im buried i will rise
And bomb da fluid in my veins and blood in my eyes (uh, uh)
And them guys that was laughin
Dont even smile anymore
How many 4 pound rounds can yo ass indulge?
20 more of that raw strip to da flesh (what?!)
1000 pounds of pressure
Shit that rip through the vest and pull yo chest open
So what da ruff ryder possed to do when u frontin?
Give u niggaz what u wantin mufucka… nuttin!