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The present!

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

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

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

Ain't no surprise killaz, only fuck wit killaz
want the world, gave ya pies killaz
No tops, em in all shape and size niggas
No lie, prefer ready do or die killaz
What? What you 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...

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

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

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