In regards to the meaning of this song:
Before a live performance on the EP Five Stories Falling, Geoff states “It’s about the last time I went to visit my grandmother in Columbus, and I saw that she was dying and it was the last time I was going to see her. It is about realizing how young you are, but how quickly you can go.”
That’s the thing about Geoff and his sublime poetry, you think it’s about one thing, but really it’s about something entirely different. But the lyrics are still universal and omnipresent, ubiquitous, even. So relatable. That’s one thing I love about this band. I also love their live performances, raw energy and Geoff’s beautiful, imperfectly perfect vocals. His voice soothes my aching soul.
See y'all don't understand us you know
Ruff Ryders is a family
Ruff Ryders
Ruff Ryders
Ruff Ryders
Lets go
Swizz Beatz
This is the darkest shit, sparkest shit
Hitting wit the hardest shit, 'cause 'fore we started shit
Wit kids I knew my friends all turned against me
Said fuck it, bought me a dog ever since me and my dog has been like this
He got my back I got his, scheming on mad niggas
That's how we do biz
It's about time to start another, robbing spree
'Cause yo, my way is highway, robbery, chump
When I was up north, since 16 I was sending niggas home in a coffin
Living like a orphan, you bad nigga?
I'll be back to see if you'll be still here
You know my style I'll put yo fucking man, in a wheelchair
He'll never walk again, on the strength of me
That's how I left him G, scared to death of me
Cannot run, hit wit the hot one
From the shotgun, cats was close, wondered how we got done
E-V-E
My dogs believe in me
Petty thugs hide yo cake, never teasing me
I show love to, all my bitches hustling one's, tussle wit thieves
Making moves, second to none, I locked it, uh
Made a sudden move you got bit
Flooded wit the double R, real street shit
The blonde hair bandit, you got guns, hand it
Turn my face when I bust a cannon
'Cause I don't wear sunblock
Ask Drag if the fire is hot
Click pop shells, fall three feet, roll over and stop
Believe in this gang, we beat y'all, you got money?
Keep y'alls, for us be tearing trying to i-dentify big dogs
And you can come see me if you trying to make a grand tonight
'Cause I can get it for you raw, gray, tan or white
I hate rap yo, I'd rather be planning a flight
Somewhere hot on a Wave Runner, tanning wit dikes
Blowing the haze, while all of 'em giving me brains
One at a time, y'all start from the front of the line
And as for you playboy you can keep those raps
And keep your awards, my son can't eat those plaques
Drove the Benz off the lot and just dusted her off
Tints, rims, stashed, took the governor off
Even the cats that be hating still be loving the dogs
'Cause they know that the double R's coming for war
What
If you ain't ready to die, then why should you live?
'Cause when I start swingin' the thing you hiding the kids
And the P is still riding on trips, surviving the strip
Beefing on the 4th you got to fly on the 5th
Like I wasn't hustling hope or runnin' the block
Starving or not, carving the cheek, palming the Glock
Figure which nigga could I watch wit a watch
I like to knock off my work then I pull off a heist
Put it together, double it twice, rider for life
Catch me wit a 45, hot pair of Nikes
And three red dice, like, give me the bank or gimmie yo face
Gimmie a shank, it's Holiday
Y'all dem bust in them crowd cats and hit whoever
When you should aim for them cats that took yo leather
They right there, but you scared that they gon' bust
'Cause they crazy, but them crazy ones bleed like us
See I'm one shot through the heart like Cupid
Y'all dogs might be crazy, but y'all not stupid
Y'all I got call cops squeelers, I got autops killas, that'll bust you and slide
And some ol 6-drop killas
Revolver pop killas, easy ox killas
Get knocked, say we smoked detox killas
Drug program, hit the streets we cop 56 mo grams
Y'all killas ain't messing wit scrams
And that's
Boy, whats the difference between fire and water?
You whether drown or die off torture, 'cause yo skins of ya
And watch ya burn off fat, dog I'm off the thermostat
Could put a comb to my mouth and give yo chick a perm wit that
Keep shells in the envelopes 'cause I'll mail out bullets
More blood than a riot on a jailhouse footage
Buck 40, buy the extra 20 wit the semi, when it hit you
You gon' do a 360 pretty swiftly
'Cause I got things that'll pop yo top
And double R spot yo block wit 16 shots and watch y'all drop
And ain't nobody getting up, 'less they in the wheelchair
Sitting up or spitting up, either way I don't give a fu
Ruff Ryders is a family
Ruff Ryders
Ruff Ryders
Ruff Ryders
Lets go
Swizz Beatz
This is the darkest shit, sparkest shit
Hitting wit the hardest shit, 'cause 'fore we started shit
Wit kids I knew my friends all turned against me
Said fuck it, bought me a dog ever since me and my dog has been like this
He got my back I got his, scheming on mad niggas
That's how we do biz
It's about time to start another, robbing spree
'Cause yo, my way is highway, robbery, chump
When I was up north, since 16 I was sending niggas home in a coffin
Living like a orphan, you bad nigga?
I'll be back to see if you'll be still here
You know my style I'll put yo fucking man, in a wheelchair
He'll never walk again, on the strength of me
That's how I left him G, scared to death of me
Cannot run, hit wit the hot one
From the shotgun, cats was close, wondered how we got done
E-V-E
My dogs believe in me
Petty thugs hide yo cake, never teasing me
I show love to, all my bitches hustling one's, tussle wit thieves
Making moves, second to none, I locked it, uh
Made a sudden move you got bit
Flooded wit the double R, real street shit
The blonde hair bandit, you got guns, hand it
Turn my face when I bust a cannon
'Cause I don't wear sunblock
Ask Drag if the fire is hot
Click pop shells, fall three feet, roll over and stop
Believe in this gang, we beat y'all, you got money?
Keep y'alls, for us be tearing trying to i-dentify big dogs
And you can come see me if you trying to make a grand tonight
'Cause I can get it for you raw, gray, tan or white
I hate rap yo, I'd rather be planning a flight
Somewhere hot on a Wave Runner, tanning wit dikes
Blowing the haze, while all of 'em giving me brains
One at a time, y'all start from the front of the line
And as for you playboy you can keep those raps
And keep your awards, my son can't eat those plaques
Drove the Benz off the lot and just dusted her off
Tints, rims, stashed, took the governor off
Even the cats that be hating still be loving the dogs
'Cause they know that the double R's coming for war
What
If you ain't ready to die, then why should you live?
'Cause when I start swingin' the thing you hiding the kids
And the P is still riding on trips, surviving the strip
Beefing on the 4th you got to fly on the 5th
Like I wasn't hustling hope or runnin' the block
Starving or not, carving the cheek, palming the Glock
Figure which nigga could I watch wit a watch
I like to knock off my work then I pull off a heist
Put it together, double it twice, rider for life
Catch me wit a 45, hot pair of Nikes
And three red dice, like, give me the bank or gimmie yo face
Gimmie a shank, it's Holiday
Y'all dem bust in them crowd cats and hit whoever
When you should aim for them cats that took yo leather
They right there, but you scared that they gon' bust
'Cause they crazy, but them crazy ones bleed like us
See I'm one shot through the heart like Cupid
Y'all dogs might be crazy, but y'all not stupid
Y'all I got call cops squeelers, I got autops killas, that'll bust you and slide
And some ol 6-drop killas
Revolver pop killas, easy ox killas
Get knocked, say we smoked detox killas
Drug program, hit the streets we cop 56 mo grams
Y'all killas ain't messing wit scrams
And that's
Boy, whats the difference between fire and water?
You whether drown or die off torture, 'cause yo skins of ya
And watch ya burn off fat, dog I'm off the thermostat
Could put a comb to my mouth and give yo chick a perm wit that
Keep shells in the envelopes 'cause I'll mail out bullets
More blood than a riot on a jailhouse footage
Buck 40, buy the extra 20 wit the semi, when it hit you
You gon' do a 360 pretty swiftly
'Cause I got things that'll pop yo top
And double R spot yo block wit 16 shots and watch y'all drop
And ain't nobody getting up, 'less they in the wheelchair
Sitting up or spitting up, either way I don't give a fu
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