Styles – And I Came To…

[Intro]

Turn it up (turn it up)

Swizz Beats the monster

(Fix ya face, Ruff Ryders)

LET’S DO IT

(D-Block) E-V-E, Styles P. and Sheek

(Wassup, wassup)

LET’S DO IT

[Verse 1] (Sheek)

Walk wit ya nigga, hawk wit ya nigga

I came to shut it down

Ski mask and four pound

Baby grenades, we deep like baby parades

D-Block I’m gon sharpen ya blades

Let’s get it on

Videos with bullets flying through Korn

Blaow! Footage turn ya camcords on

It’s the underground nigga with bricks, nigga with dough

A nigga fucking all y’all chicks, you know

I’m a gangster and a gentleman too, P

I’ll lay a nigga down and send his moms a bouquet for free

I could start a pet store with these birds

I’m the rap Donald Goines with words

Still rob y’all herbs (And I came to)

Hit the club on my dick, light up a blunt

Thug a bitch out, I got the mud in the front

I got the flight jacket, came with wings

When I chase you to the roof

Clappin’ at ya ass with one of them things

(Chorus: Eve & Styles)

I gots to live by my pride

‘Cause I came to Ruff Ryde or die

And I gots to shut down ya name

‘Cause I came to shut down the game

(Sheek)

And I gots to hold down this heat

‘Cause I came to hold down ya streets

And I gots to make sure I drop yo ass

‘Cause I came to D-Block all ya cash

[Verse 2] (Eve)

Yo, I was determined to sell

And not because I’m just a bunny with a fluffy tail

Had to prove that I could live hard and spit hard

Just a bonus that I’m cute and get ya dick hard

See, I ain’t never lettin’ mine go

I’ma be here forever with my dogs as the time go

And I know we makin’ niggas sick

We in they face everyday every way and they can’t handle it

Streets choosin’ Double R realest niggas out no confusion

Cats don’t want it over here–have you heard

S.P. ain’t for games little boy lesson learned

I suggest you stay far from my nigga’s face

Hop back go hard all day in a nigga’s face

You see, you cowards ain’t a threat to us really

Just figured that we let you know that testin’ us is silly

Good luck, y’all—Naw forreal, fuck y’all

(Chorus: Eve & Styles)

I gots to live by my pride

‘Cause I came to Ruff Ryde or die

And I gots to shut down ya name

‘Cause I came to shut down the game

(Sheek)

And I gots to hold down this heat

‘Cause I came to hold down ya streets

And I gots to make sure I drop yo ass

‘Cause I came to D-Block all ya cash

[Verse 3] (Styles)

I live by my pride, I could never be broke

I’ma Ruff Ryde or die catch me bein’ with dope

Smokin’ weed in the hoopty with the three in the coat

‘Cause my ace boon-koon got a connect

Told me send a hundred bundles to the day room soon

If the shit go right, he know that it will

We’ll be cash, he’ll be movin’ straight weight through June

But back to this rap shit who thug it the most

It’ll take the whole coast just to fuck wth the ghost

He done shut down the game, shit on ya name

If you ain’t hold down the street or bust off ya heat

Then me and you is different, we ain’t get it the same

And I represent niggas who live it, keep askin’ for it

And I represent niggas who give it

This a D-Block Ruff Ryder, Holiday Styles

Cock sucker and I don’t give a fuck about you

(Chorus: Eve & Styles)

I gots to live by my pride

‘Cause I came to Ruff Ryde or die

And I gots to shut down ya name

‘Cause I came to shut down the game

(Sheek)

And I gots to hold down this heat

‘Cause I came to hold down ya streets

And I gots to make sure I drop yo ass

‘Cause I came to D-Block all ya cash