We In Here lyrics

Artist  : Drag-on 
Song : We In Here



 Send "We In Here" Ringtone to your Cell 

 Yeah you know how we do it, Funk Flex, Big Kap,
Def Jam

The 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
cabinets

Body parts we baggin, we ain't comin for the
crack

We come to crack backs and ? over niggaz hair
dew

Spit rays, pop off C's and graze niggaz fades

I creep in a Mustang, bust my heat in the
rain

Till they get a rust stain

Y'all niggaz heard of me, probably wanna murder
me

I'll pull up on ya block and turn your white
teeth burgundy

Let's see some surgery



[EVE]

Watch the first lady as she rides

Rougher than the rest of them bitches

What it take for cats to hush they mouth

This one official

Come on clown prove it's still an issue

Streets is ours, have ya homies weepin cause they
miss you

Thought it was a game when I said the dogs would
get you

Heard you fucked up cause E-V-E bit you

Flex knows what the real is

That's why he deal wit 

Ruff Ryders baby droppin bombs nigga 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)



[Styles]

Why ya'll braggin, I'm over here choppin and
baggin

And I don't want the drop coupe so I'm choppin
the wagon

Dark navy blue six speed, six air-bags

Even if this shit crash, feel like Six Flags

And ya'll niggaz cant block my shells

When I'm in jail the C.O. don't lock my cell

Before any rap group, we was the L.O.X.
crooks

I'll slap a hundred dollars on the whole blocks
books

And know the block shook, when I walk by

Niggaz just like you they rather not look

I inspired y'all niggaz to flow

I'ma always get money so I admire ya'll niggas
that blow

Ask ya self who the nicest out right now

Put your ice up lets get on the mic right now

Clown, I'm the top cat where it stops at

Where lightning and thunder at

And y'all niggaz is under that



[Jadakiss]

If you runnin with the P. you gonna get your
turn

Tuck my gun while its hot to feel my dick hair
burn

Might come through the spot where the shottie and
what

Body to block and hot wanna the Bacardi wit
rocks

I aint never drive a bike but I ride on the
back

Rob wit a gat, shit I still ride wit my craps

If you wanna go to war we can tally it up

Escalate 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
know

Bust yo' gun and leave the body where no one
go

I pack some shit for any type of situation

Only time I don't pack heat is on vacation

Ands that's the blow dryer next to the
Playstation

I'm big but I use shit to kill you quick

And I don't wrestle unless chicks do bad on my
dick

Flex know I bring somethin hot to the spot



[DMX]

What would you rather have the 10 you found or
the 5 you earned

Became a man at 6 cause at 5 you learned

Don't take nothin for granted except death

Man of the house cause you the last nigga
left

see how it's going dizzy with the shit so we can
blast a rhyme

Hope the Lord got your soul cause your ass is
mine

Every time you turn around niggas know that I be
right there

East turned to West coast, cravin for the
nightmare

Don't give a fuck about what you sling 

Cause you ain't slingin that shit, or bringin
that shit 

Up the hill, but you still singin that shit

Talkin shit like you know what its like to walk
this shit

Get on some stalkin shit 

So you know what niggaz rule New York and
shit

I'm just thinkin all the business and how to
handle ya'll niggaz

All the families that I got lightin candles for
niggaz

Breathin revelence, grandmothers fallen out and
need the sedatives

Mom huggin the casket wishin that she raised a
better kid



[Swizz Beatz]

Y'all niggaz actors

I'll put your face where your muthafuckin back
was

Im tired of y'all niggaz actors

Y'all know what y'all gonna get

And y'all niggaz know damn well who y'all fuckin
wit

Little slim nigga like me, big gun like this

And my gun bust and gun never miss

I'm the nigga that make ya miss Christmas

When we go to court you know shit 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)