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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 target a box
That you gon' 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 chain in court, yeah, keeps ya
That's how ice be, I'm priceless, the
And I dont gotta wear fatigues to 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 wipe down the on the side of my Jag
Must I brag? My shit paid for, tagged
And every bitch you
Sheek em back

Ayo I you ain't tongue-kissin your spouse
Cause I be makin in her in the mouth
Type of cat at your house
Too slick, she be suckin my dick
And before you know it, I'ma 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, givin me that
Cause it or not, we be the ones settin the traps
You listen to hits, then listen to our hits
Ain't nuttin y'all cowards could do but
That's the reason now y'all ain't got chips
Cause I turn around y'all on the L.O.X. dick
Niggas thats narrow, I just em wit the barrel
Give it to em at the light, like Kane's Abel

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

you and your son
Ya when its done
Show me the money, I you a gun
Cocksucka!!
SP'll spin corner while you with dun
I clap you I clap him, and rule 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 records, plus I got a jail record
Ya niggas ain't sayin' until ya'll bare weapons
Im 3 years older 20, holdin a Henney
Can rip a dolla bill but can't up a penny
Wanna murder cocksucka load up the semi
Im at your baby mom house, on the climbed out
Like you the don out, bout to rip your arms out
You done screwed up and did it, tryin to act 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 and clap ya
Styles P ya favorite rappers rapper

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

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

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

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