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The present!

Yo, yo, yo!
Ayo if gon' sleep on somethin, might as be a bed
And if you gon' crack a nigga, might as well be a
if you targettin the L.O.X. You might as as well target a box
That you gon' sleep in for years, all 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 chain in court, yeah, keeps ya
That's how ice be, I'm priceless, the
And I dont gotta wear to blow out your chest
My bullets when I'm laced 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 down the windows on the side of my Jag
Must I brag? My shit paid for, tagged
And bitch you grabbed
Sheek em back

Ayo I hope you ain't tongue-kissin spouse
Cause I be makin in her in the mouth
Type of cat buck at your
Too slick, means she be my dick
And before you know it, I'ma have her stuffin my
Jada, if I kiss you now, die later
I nice since people was watchin movies on Beta
Ready to clap, everybody me that
Cause believe it or not, we be the settin the traps
You listen to y'all hits, then listen to our
Ain't nuttin cowards could do but gossip
That's the reason now y'all players ain't got
Cause everytime I turn 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 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 when its
me the money, I show you a gun
Cocksucka!!
SP'll spin corner while you party dun
I you I clap him, and thats rule number one
my clip!
And I don't give a hell you spit
Who you are, where you from, and who the you can get
Cuz I sell records, plus I got a jail
Ya niggas ain't sayin' shhhh until ya'll bare
Im 3 older than 20, holdin a Henney
Can rip a dolla bill but can't fold up a
Wanna murder Styles load up the semi
Im at your mom house, on the steps climbed out
Like you played the don out, to rip your arms out
You done up and did it, tryin to act like you with it
Came two in ur short sleeves, three in your
And even when you dead, you can still and get it
A ryda smack ya, cock back and clap ya
Styles P ya favorite rappers rapper

Ain't no surprise killaz, only wit recognized killaz
Babygirl want the world, gave ya 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 at me like "Can I get some?"
Lick lips for this brown sugar
mine 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 Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ryders!

I be the D-R, A-G, dash O-N, slash Comma, burnin niggasz often
They call me Drag-On, I'm hot
Keep the block roastin Light a 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, hurry Or catch one
You wrong, tryin to me, what type of shit you on?
You better your boots on and your unflammable suits on
Cause I'm through wit a Yukon Black tinted wit gats in it
Catch you while you smokin, send casket, throw the sack in it
But only half of it, cause y'all half-ass dude
And we are one whole, and y'all is one slash two
My gun blast you, out the flames, what're you, firemen?
You'll catch a hell of a Backdraft cause my fire retirin, 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 than
businessmen for stocks over 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 of a bankroll, let's role
Catch bodies like a cold, and I stay slick so it
Make me chase it, I take life and erase it
Wasted, in the fuckin cause it ain't worth shit
The undertaker your ass unbder the earth quick
I Love money, but the hot
So i snatch up my man and the gamblin
Twenty grand is got, when niggas shot, one nigga
What used to be his chest is now a mess his fuckin vest