If You Know - L.O.X., Eve, Drag-On

Yo I might get drunk

Jeckel and Hyde

Roll these with lemons

I’m tellin' y’all Niggas

Swizz Beatz

If you know, like we know, like they know

L.O.X.

is the best

If you know, like we know, like they know

Swizz Beatz is the best

If you know, like we know, like they know

Ruff Ryders is the best

If you know, like we know, like they know

We’ll bring it to their chest

Yo if I can’t make money then you can’t either

If I didn’t have to rap, I have blow in the freezer

If I can’t rock Nikes or Tim’s with double soles

I have the 9 in the pound and leave your ass full of holes

If I didn’t push a Benz and I didn’t push a Lex

Then the ambulance’ll come and they be pushin' on your chest

If I couldn’t hit the studio and make another record

For my double R Niggas, I’ll lay y’all on stretchers

Now I might get drunk or I might get high

But my game stay Trump and my style stay fly

I might hit a dime or I might hit a deuce

And when I wanna go to war is when you wanna call a truce

I might buy 'em cooked, dough I might buy 'em raw

And I might tap your chin or I might cross your jaw

Now I might go 18's, I might go 20's

I might use dumdums 'cause y’all niggas dummies

If you know, like we know, like they know

L.O.X.

is the best

If you know, like we know, like they know

Swizz Beatz is the best

If you know, like we know, like they know

Ruff Ryders is the best

If you know, like we know, like they know

We’ll bring it to their chest

Ayo, me without weight is like Harlem without 8

Yeah, me with no funds is like Queens with no dunns

And me with no beef is like Brooklyn with no guns

Man and me with no beats is like Cali with no blunts

First I got head from her then I hit her from the back

Then she told me that she hustled so I hit her with a pack

Yeah, screw how many mics you got

How much ice you got, my bullets’ll make you icy-hot

Y’all, all my niggas killas we don’t talk on the phone

And give a way better message when we come in your home

Yo, catch me Down-South when I’m pumpin' up things

And my name ain’t Rover, don’t jump on my rings

Man, you gotta have your hustle right when you up in the game

You gotta have your lawyer money for you firm-aly change

And don’t you leave out the house without bringin your things

We gonna Ruff Ryde, nigga, from here to the bing

What, you greaseball cocksuckers thought it was over?!

This double R, Nigga, L.O.X

We are the streets

When the kennels is open the dogs is biting, bitch

Shit’s real

Yo, yo, yo, yo, I might pull up in a V that cost more than a buck

Then turn around and burn it cause you thought it was plush

Anytime I get on fire I get a car to match

And tell any rapper you name, you guard it black

When I bust my hammer, I nail my nigga

We the Ruff Ryder family, all hail, my niggas

And I might ride, I might die, that’s up to the Lord

And my niggas might come home, that’s up to the board

Yo, If money make you feel good, I’m happy with lead

Joe Pesci-style, kickin' niggas after they dead

Picture the litter, hold the 4−5th for my niggas

Writin' the venom, ass look right in the denim

I’m dockin' ya pay, word from me you clockin' the yay

I hustle for real, let you hold the block for a day

Pull it in your brain and give you a hot idea

You wanna low, here’s a casket, you can hide out there

If you know, like we know, like they know

L.O.X.

is the best

If you know, like we know, like they know

Swizz Beatz is the best

If you know, like we know, like they know

Ruff Ryders is the best

If you know, like we know, like they know

We’ll bring it to ya chest!