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The present!

Yo, yo, yo!
Ayo if gon' sleep on somethin, 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 not, I pop shots, I double what y'all got
Ya hotshots got blocks, ?llabuta? muchacha
From the 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 to blow out your chest
My bullets thump 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
Sheek bend em

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

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The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The 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 thats number 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 older 20, holdin a Henney
Can rip a bill but can't fold up a penny
murder Styles cocksucka load up the semi
Im at baby mom house, on the steps climbed out
Like you played the don out, to rip your arms out
You done screwed up and did it, tryin to act like you it
Came two in ur short sleeves, three in fitted
And even you dead, you can still 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, fuck wit recognized killaz
want the world, gave ya pies killaz
No tops, take em in all shape and size
No lie, prefer ready do or die killaz
What you want? cutey starin at me like
"Damn, you from?"
You be comin at me "Can I get some?"
Lick your lips for this sugar
Suck like 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 Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders!

I be the D-R, A-G, O-N, slash often Comma, burnin niggasz 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 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, type of shit you on?
You better through boots on and your unflammable suits on
Cause I'm comin through wit a Yukon Black tinted wit in it
Catch you while you smokin, send your casket, the sack in it
But only half of it, cause 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 retirin, aight then

Its my, instinct that keeps my head above the water
Everyday I show another how a lover
Flood your daughter, of more holes than spurges
Taxin for stocks over lunches
Wit these, I shoot the breeze, and
Enough keys the Cuban, to build a fuckin fort
Caught up in somethin 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 and erase it
Wasted, in the fuckin cause it ain't worth shit
The undertaker your ass unbder the earth quick
I money, but the scrambles hot
So i snatch up my man and the gamblin
Twenty grand is got, niggas shot, one nigga less
What used to be his chest is now a mess under his vest