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The present!

Yo, yo, yo!
Ayo if gon' sleep on somethin, as well be a bed
And if you gon' crack a nigga, as well be a head
Cause if you targettin the L.O.X. You as as well target a box
you gon' sleep in for years, all covered wit rocks
Cause I think not, I pop shots, I what 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, 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 laced in 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 brag? My shit for, yours tagged
And every bitch you
Sheek bend em

Ayo I hope you ain't tongue-kissin your
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 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, givin me that
Cause believe it or not, we be the ones settin the
You to y'all hits, then listen to our hits
Ain't nuttin y'all cowards do but gossip
the reason now y'all players ain't got chips
Cause everytime I turn around y'all on the L.O.X.
Niggas thats narrow, I just em wit the barrel
it to em at the light, like Kane's cousin Abel

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

you and your son
Ya when its done
me the money, I show 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 sell records, plus I got a jail
Ya niggas ain't sayin' shhhh until ya'll weapons
Im 3 years older 20, holdin a Henney
Can rip a dolla bill but fold up a penny
Wanna Styles cocksucka load up the semi
Im at your mom house, on the steps climbed out
Like you played the don out, bout to rip arms out
You done up and did it, tryin to act like you with it
Came two in ur short sleeves, three in fitted
And even when you dead, you can still and get it
A ryda that'll ya, cock back and clap ya
P ya favorite rappers favorite rapper

Ain't no surprise killaz, 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? What you want? cutey starin at me
"Damn, you from?"
You be at me like "Can I get some?"
Lick your lips for this brown
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 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 see what summer's holdin
Realizin, every guy I'll fry or dead
I to a degree of 130, and my gun dirty
Cause it got one bury, so you better run, hurry Or one early
You wrong, tryin to touch me, what of shit you on?
You better through your 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, y'all like half-ass dude
And we are one whole, and niggas is one slash 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 that keeps my head above the
Everyday I show how a lover slaughter
Flood your daughter, full of holes than spurges
Taxin businessmen for stocks over
Wit these, I the breeze, and extort
Enough keys the Cuban, to build a fuckin fort
up in somethin that I can't control
Tryna get a hold of a bankroll, role
bodies like a cold, and I stay slick so face it
Make me chase it, I take your life and it
Wasted, in the fuckin cause it ain't worth shit
The take your ass unbder the earth quick
I Love money, but the hot
So i up my man and the gamblin spot
Twenty grand is got, when niggas shot, one nigga
used to be his chest is now a mess under his fuckin vest