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The present!

Yo, yo, yo!
Ayo if gon' sleep on somethin, might as be a bed
And if you gon' crack a nigga, might as be a head
Cause if you targettin the L.O.X. You might as as target a box
you gon' sleep in for years, all covered wit rocks
Cause I think not, I pop shots, I double y'all got
Ya hotshots ain't got blocks, muchacha
the days in school, now a motherfucker rule
And I could drop my in court, yeah, keeps ya cool
That's how ice be, I'm priceless, the
And I dont gotta wear fatigues to out your chest
My bullets thump when I'm laced in fly shit, punk
The baby nine be on the daily, ain't no a trunk
But if I pop the trunk, its to you a rag
So you can wipe down the on the side of my Jag
Must I brag? My shit paid for, yours
And every bitch you
Sheek em back

Ayo I hope you ain't tongue-kissin spouse
Cause I be makin love in her in the
of cat buck at your house
Too slick, means she be suckin my
And before you know it, have her stuffin my bricks
Jada, if I kiss you now, you'll die
I been nice people was watchin movies on Beta
Ready to clap, everybody givin me
Cause believe it or not, we be the ones settin the
You listen to y'all hits, then to our hits
Ain't nuttin y'all could do but gossip
That's the reason now y'all players ain't got
Cause everytime I turn around on the L.O.X. dick
Niggas thats narrow, I just smack em wit the
Give it to em at the light, like Kane's cousin

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The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ryders!
The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ryders!
The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ryders!

Catch you and son
Ya know its done
Show me the money, I you a gun
Cocksucka!!
SP'll corner while you party with dun
I clap you I clap him, and rule number one
my clip!
And I don't give a what you spit
Who you are, you from, and who the hell you can get
Cuz I records, plus I got a jail record
Ya niggas ain't shhhh until ya'll bare weapons
Im 3 years older 20, holdin a Henney
Can rip a dolla but can't fold up a penny
Wanna murder Styles cocksucka load up the
Im at baby mom house, on the steps climbed out
Like you the don out, bout to rip your arms out
You screwed up and did it, tryin to act like you with it
Came two in ur short sleeves, three in fitted
And even when you dead, you can flinch and get it
A ryda that'll smack ya, cock back and ya
Styles P ya rappers favorite rapper

Ain't no killaz, only fuck wit recognized killaz
Babygirl want the world, ya pies killaz
No tops, take em in all shape and niggas
No lie, prefer them ready do or die
What you want? cutey starin at me like
"Damn, you from?"
You be at me like "Can I get some?"
Lick your lips for brown sugar
mine like a thumb, if you want, til I uhhh...

The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ryders!
The Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders!
The Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders!
The Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders!

I be the D-R, A-G, dash O-N, often Comma, burnin niggasz often
They call me Drag-On, I'm hot
Keep the block roastin a dutch wit the flames comin, toastin
In my eyes you could see what holdin
Realizin, every guy I'll fry or dead
I burn to a degree of 130, and my gun
Cause it got one bury, so you better run, Or catch one early
You wrong, tryin to touch me, what of shit you on?
You better through boots on and your unflammable suits on
Cause I'm comin through wit a Black tinted wit gats in it
Catch you while you smokin, your casket, throw the sack in it
But only half of it, cause like half-ass dude
And we are one whole, and niggas is one slash two
My gun blast you, tryna out the flames, you, firemen?
You'll a hell of a Backdraft cause my fire retirin, aight then

Its my, survival instinct that keeps my head above the
Everyday I another how a lover slaughter
your daughter, full of more holes than spurges
Taxin businessmen for over lunches
Wit these, I the breeze, and extort
keys from the Cuban, to build a fuckin fort
Caught up in that I can't control
get a hold of a bankroll, let's role
Catch bodies a cold, and I stay slick so face it
Make me chase it, I take your and erase it
Wasted, in the fuckin cause it ain't worth shit
The take your ass unbder the earth quick
I money, but the scrambles hot
So i snatch up my man and the gamblin
grand is got, when niggas shot, one nigga less
What used to be his chest is now a mess under his fuckin