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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 the L.O.X. You might as as well 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, ?llabuta?
From the in school, now a motherfucker rule
And I drop 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 thump when I'm in some 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 the windows on the side of my Jag
Must I My shit paid for, yours tagged
And every bitch you
Sheek bend em

Ayo I you ain't tongue-kissin your spouse
Cause I be love in her in the mouth
Type of cat buck at house
Too slick, she be suckin my dick
And before you it, I'ma have her stuffin my bricks
Jada, if I kiss you now, die later
I been nice since people was movies on Beta
to clap, everybody givin 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 y'all cowards could do but gossip
the reason now y'all players ain't got chips
Cause everytime I turn y'all on the L.O.X. dick
Niggas thats narrow, I smack em wit the barrel
Give it to em at the light, like Kane's cousin

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

you and your son
Ya know its done
me the money, I show you a gun
Cocksucka!!
SP'll spin corner while you party 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 record
Ya niggas ain't shhhh until ya'll bare weapons
Im 3 older than 20, holdin a Henney
Can rip a bill but can't fold up a penny
Wanna Styles cocksucka load up the semi
Im at your baby mom house, on the climbed out
Like you played the don out, bout to rip your out
You done screwed up and did it, to act like you with it
Came two in ur short sleeves, in your fitted
And even you dead, you can still flinch and get it
A ryda that'll smack ya, back and clap ya
P ya favorite rappers favorite rapper

Ain't no surprise killaz, only fuck wit killaz
want the world, gave ya pies killaz
No tops, take em in all shape and size
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
Suck like a thumb, if you want, til I uhhh...

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

I be the D-R, A-G, dash O-N, slash Comma, burnin niggasz often
They call me Drag-On, I'm hot
the block roastin Light a dutch wit the flames comin, toastin
In my eyes you could see what holdin
Realizin, every guy I'll fry or rowdy
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 type of you on?
You through your boots on and your unflammable suits on
Cause I'm comin through wit a Yukon Black wit gats in it
you while you smokin, send your casket, throw the sack in it
But only half of it, 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, instinct that keeps my head above the water
I show another how a lover slaughter
Flood your daughter, full of more than spurges
Taxin businessmen for over lunches
Wit these, I shoot the breeze, and
Enough from the Cuban, to build a fuckin fort
Caught up in somethin that I control
Tryna get a of a bankroll, let's role
Catch bodies like a cold, and I stay slick so it
Make me chase it, I take your and erase it
Wasted, in the fuckin streets cause it ain't worth
The undertaker your ass unbder the earth quick
I money, but the scrambles hot
So i up my man and the gamblin spot
grand is got, when niggas shot, one nigga less
What used to be his chest is now a mess under his fuckin