CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Ruled Out
(Rrr) Uh huh
If you didn't know (Yeah)
You know how (Shaquise)
(Yeah) If you didn't know (Yeah), you know now
DMX, sliding my son to the left
And you cats ain't ready for what's next (What?)
A lot of brother out there, they sound like X
But don't look X and don't get down like X
It's going down
'Cause the word around town is lil' man straight act like a clown
But that's my boy
And just seeing him be born and then blow up will give a n***a joy
See, I'm the type of father that'll give a kid a toy
Then put my foot in his ass 'cause he's a little boy
'Cause that's how you gots to do 'em
First you talk to 'em, give your heart to 'em
Then give a part to 'em
Still don't listen? Then give a spark to 'em
Comе up missin', had to give the dog to him
Feel my pain
It's gon' hurt me morе than it's gon' hurt you to stop the rain
C'mon
Bust Money in his head
And leave the fool out
Bust Money, leave him dead
He shouldn't have pulled out
What the f**k Money said?
Make him shut his fool mouth
I get the tools out
Y'all n***as is ruled out
Bust Money in his head
And leave the fool out
Bust Money, leave him dead
He shouldn't have pulled out
What the f**k Money said?
Make him shut his fool mouth
I get the tools out
Y'all n***as is ruled out
No the f**k he didn't
Start over here, took it over there, man you gots to be kiddin'
But that's the type of bullsh*t that cats be on
And cats stay on, 'til one day cats is gone
Rats stay on cats like glue to come through
On some happy sh*t, the rat flip and split your crew
On some "Get at Me" sh*t, I'll back flip and hit you too
"X is my man!" f**k that, b*t*h, you knew, n***a
Don't walk the same
It's motherf**kers like you that keep the fans and short the game
It's your fault some n***as think New York is lame
Ain't been caught doing nothing but walking straight
n***a, back to the streets
Stalk and aim, reload, how I'm gettin' down, what's my name?
It's 'bout to be a wrap for all you d**k riding n***as
And what, pu**y? Yeah, it's like that
Bust Money in his head
And leave the fool out
Bust Money, leave him dead
He shouldn't have pulled out
What the f**k Money said?
Make him shut his fool mouth
I get the tools out
Y'all n***as is ruled out
Bust Money in his head
And leave the fool out
Bust Money, leave him dead
He shouldn't have pulled out
What the f**k Money said?
Make him shut his fool mouth
I get the tools out
Y'all n***as is ruled out
Huh
The f**k man
Y'all n***as can't be f**king serious
Just 'cause you sound like me
Don't mean that you get down like me, faggot
If you didn't know (Yeah)
You know how (Shaquise)
(Yeah) If you didn't know (Yeah), you know now
DMX, sliding my son to the left
And you cats ain't ready for what's next (What?)
A lot of brother out there, they sound like X
But don't look X and don't get down like X
It's going down
'Cause the word around town is lil' man straight act like a clown
But that's my boy
And just seeing him be born and then blow up will give a n***a joy
See, I'm the type of father that'll give a kid a toy
Then put my foot in his ass 'cause he's a little boy
'Cause that's how you gots to do 'em
First you talk to 'em, give your heart to 'em
Then give a part to 'em
Still don't listen? Then give a spark to 'em
Comе up missin', had to give the dog to him
Feel my pain
It's gon' hurt me morе than it's gon' hurt you to stop the rain
C'mon
Bust Money in his head
And leave the fool out
Bust Money, leave him dead
He shouldn't have pulled out
What the f**k Money said?
Make him shut his fool mouth
I get the tools out
Y'all n***as is ruled out
Bust Money in his head
And leave the fool out
Bust Money, leave him dead
He shouldn't have pulled out
What the f**k Money said?
Make him shut his fool mouth
I get the tools out
Y'all n***as is ruled out
No the f**k he didn't
Start over here, took it over there, man you gots to be kiddin'
But that's the type of bullsh*t that cats be on
And cats stay on, 'til one day cats is gone
Rats stay on cats like glue to come through
On some happy sh*t, the rat flip and split your crew
On some "Get at Me" sh*t, I'll back flip and hit you too
"X is my man!" f**k that, b*t*h, you knew, n***a
Don't walk the same
It's motherf**kers like you that keep the fans and short the game
It's your fault some n***as think New York is lame
Ain't been caught doing nothing but walking straight
n***a, back to the streets
Stalk and aim, reload, how I'm gettin' down, what's my name?
It's 'bout to be a wrap for all you d**k riding n***as
And what, pu**y? Yeah, it's like that
Bust Money in his head
And leave the fool out
Bust Money, leave him dead
He shouldn't have pulled out
What the f**k Money said?
Make him shut his fool mouth
I get the tools out
Y'all n***as is ruled out
Bust Money in his head
And leave the fool out
Bust Money, leave him dead
He shouldn't have pulled out
What the f**k Money said?
Make him shut his fool mouth
I get the tools out
Y'all n***as is ruled out
Huh
The f**k man
Y'all n***as can't be f**king serious
Just 'cause you sound like me
Don't mean that you get down like me, faggot
