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The present!

Yo, yo, yo!
Ayo if gon' sleep on somethin, might as be a bed
And if you crack 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' sleep in for years, all covered wit
Cause I think not, I pop shots, I what y'all got
Ya ain't got blocks, ?llabuta? muchacha
the days in school, now a motherfucker 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 your
My bullets when 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 shit for, yours tagged
And every you grabbed
Sheek em back

Ayo I hope you ain't tongue-kissin your
Cause I be makin love in her in the
Type of cat buck at house
Too slick, means she be my dick
And before you know it, I'ma have her stuffin my
Jada, if I kiss you now, you'll die
I been nice since people was movies on Beta
to clap, everybody givin me that
Cause believe it or not, we be the settin the traps
You listen to y'all hits, 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 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

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The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ryders!
The Ryders! (What?) The Ruff 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 while you party with dun
I clap you I him, and thats rule number one
my clip!
And I don't a hell what you spit
Who you are, where you from, and who the you can get
Cuz I sell records, I got a jail record
Ya niggas ain't sayin' until ya'll bare weapons
Im 3 years older than 20, a Henney
Can rip a dolla but can't fold up a penny
murder Styles cocksucka load up the semi
Im at your baby mom house, on the steps out
Like you the don out, bout to rip your arms out
You done screwed up and did it, tryin to act like you it
two in ur short sleeves, three in your fitted
And even when you dead, you can flinch and get it
A ryda that'll ya, cock back and clap ya
Styles P ya favorite favorite rapper

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

The Ryders! (What?) The Ruff 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
the block roastin Light a dutch wit the flames comin, toastin
In my eyes you see what summer's holdin
Realizin, guy I'll fry or dead rowdy
I burn to a degree of 130, and my gun
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 your boots on and your unflammable suits on
Cause I'm comin through wit a Yukon 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 half-ass
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 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 lover
Flood your daughter, of more holes than spurges
Taxin businessmen for over lunches
Wit these, I the breeze, and extort
Enough keys from the Cuban, to build a fuckin
Caught up in that I can't control
Tryna get a hold of a bankroll, role
Catch bodies like a cold, and I stay so face it
Make me chase it, I take your and erase it
Wasted, in the streets cause it ain't worth shit
The undertaker take 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 shot, one nigga less
used to be his chest is now a mess under his fuckin vest