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The present!

Yo, yo, yo!
Ayo if sleep on somethin, might as well be a bed
And if you gon' 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 think not, I pop shots, I double what got
Ya hotshots ain't got blocks, muchacha
From the days in school, now a motherfucker
And I could drop my chain in court, yeah, ya cool
how ice be, I'm priceless, the iciest
And I dont gotta wear fatigues to out your chest
My thump when I'm laced in some fly shit, punk
The baby nine be on the daily, ain't no poppin a
But if I pop the trunk, its to you a rag
So you can wipe down the windows on the of my Jag
Must I brag? My paid for, yours tagged
And every bitch you
bend em back

Ayo I hope you ain't your spouse
Cause I be makin in her in the mouth
Type of cat buck at your
Too slick, means she be suckin my
And before you know it, I'ma have her stuffin my
Jada, if I you now, you'll die later
I been nice since people was watchin movies on
Ready to clap, everybody me that
Cause believe it or not, we be the ones the traps
You listen to y'all hits, then listen to our
Ain't nuttin y'all cowards could do but
That's the reason now y'all players ain't got
Cause everytime I around y'all on the L.O.X. dick
Niggas narrow, I just smack em wit the barrel
Give it to em at the light, like Kane's Abel

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

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

no surprise 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 do or die killaz
What? What you want? starin at me like
"Damn, you from?"
You be comin at me "Can I get some?"
Lick lips for this brown sugar
Suck mine a thumb, if you want, til I uhhh...

The Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders!
The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The 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, burnin niggasz
They call me Drag-On, I'm hot
Keep the block roastin Light a dutch wit the flames comin,
In my eyes you could see summer's holdin
Realizin, every guy fry or dead rowdy
I burn to a degree of 130, and my gun
Cause it got one bury, so you better run, hurry Or catch one
You wrong, to touch me, what type of shit you on?
You better through your on and your unflammable suits on
I'm comin through wit a Yukon Black tinted wit gats in it
Catch you while you smokin, send casket, throw the sack in it
But only of it, cause y'all like half-ass dude
And we are one whole, and niggas is one slash two
My gun you, tryna out the flames, what're you, firemen?
You'll catch a hell of a Backdraft my fire retirin, aight then

Its my, survival that keeps my head above the water
Everyday I show how a lover slaughter
your daughter, full of more holes than spurges
Taxin businessmen for stocks lunches
Wit these, I the breeze, and extort
Enough from the Cuban, to build a fuckin fort
up in somethin that I can't control
Tryna get a hold of a bankroll, role
bodies like a cold, and I stay slick so face it
Make me chase it, I your life and erase it
Wasted, in the streets cause it ain't worth shit
The undertaker take your ass the earth quick
I Love money, but the hot
So i snatch up my man and the spot
Twenty grand is got, when niggas shot, one nigga
What used to be his chest is now a mess his fuckin vest