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The present!

Yo, yo, yo!
Ayo if gon' 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 as as well target a box
That you gon' sleep in for years, all wit rocks
Cause I think not, I pop shots, I what y'all got
Ya ain't got blocks, ?llabuta? muchacha
From the days in school, now a rule
And I could drop my in court, yeah, keeps ya cool
how ice be, I'm priceless, the iciest
And I dont gotta wear fatigues to blow out chest
My bullets thump when I'm 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 the windows on the side of my Jag
Must I My shit paid for, yours 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
of cat buck at your house
Too slick, means she be my dick
And before you know it, have her stuffin my bricks
Jada, if I kiss you now, die later
I been nice since people was watchin on Beta
to clap, everybody givin me that
Cause believe it or not, we be the ones the traps
You listen to hits, then listen to our hits
Ain't nuttin y'all could do but gossip
That's the reason now y'all players ain't got
Cause everytime I turn around y'all on the L.O.X.
Niggas thats narrow, I smack em wit the barrel
Give it to em at the light, like Kane's cousin

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

you and your son
Ya know when its
Show me the money, I you a gun
Cocksucka!!
SP'll spin corner 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 shhhh until ya'll bare weapons
Im 3 years older than 20, holdin a
Can rip a dolla but can't 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 sleeves, three in your fitted
And when you dead, you can still flinch and get it
A ryda smack ya, cock back and clap ya
Styles P ya rappers favorite rapper

Ain't no killaz, only fuck wit recognized killaz
want the world, gave ya pies killaz
No tops, em in all shape and size niggas
No lie, them ready do or die killaz
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 mine 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 often Comma, niggasz often
call me Drag-On, I'm hot scorchin
Keep the roastin Light a dutch wit the flames comin, toastin
In my eyes you see what summer's 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 better through your boots on and unflammable suits on
Cause I'm comin through wit a Yukon tinted wit gats in it
Catch you while you smokin, send your casket, 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 cause my fire retirin, aight then

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