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[styles p]
Holiday styles
Bitch, i get you shot in the head or shot in the neck
If i ain't gettin proper respect
I don't care if you rap, i still spit in your grill
I don't give a fuck, never have, never will
If it ain't on your hip, then you're lookin to die
I ain't tryin to be the nigga that's gonna look at the sky
Ask god why i'm broke, bitch, i'm cooking the pie
We all gon' die, sooner or later, matter of time
My niggaz sell crack, with a package of dimes
Hundred or more, in front of the store, waitin to bubble
Brand new nine, and an eight in a bubble
I put sixteen above ya neck, i love my set
Niggaz think they a thug, then thug to death (uh-huh)
Cause the p gonna squeeze 'til no slugs is left (what)
You know i'm good with a hundred of 'dro, gun and an o
You think your shit butter? hop in front of this toast

[sheik]
Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo
I say what i want, fuck what y'all think is cool
And i hate cops, cause most y'all was dicks in school
No pussy gettin niggaz tryin to cuff the god
Play sheik out in the yard, but that shit too hard
My dough too long, nowadays, my flow too strong
What y'all make in a year, i kick that for a song
Check my car, i don't care, i don't play fair
Keep some shit in the stash box, then get me the chair
And it don't buck shot and the blast is hard to hear
I'm a true thug nigga, bring it straight to your crew
Small yell when i rap, i'm basically talkin to you
You see the pain in my eye? nigga, the flame in my eye?
I'm tryin to leave my kids some real fuckin change when i die
From rappin or tellin some cat to reach for the sky
I'm that hunt down nigga, with the four pound nigga
Bounty hunt your whole crew til my bullets go through, what?

[jadakiss]
Yo, yo, yo, yo
All i need is a big gun and a coupe that's crazy quick
A nice house with five rooms, maybe six
A town where money is coming, eighty bricks
Break 'em down to all twenties, is a crazy flip
Bet you never even felt the heat
Til i put the m1 next to your waves and melt the grease
Streets help niggaz; niggaz don't help the streets
Y'all use beats for help; we help the beats
Who want it with me? who want it with sheek? who want it with p?
If i say so myself, it's a wonderful three
Be in the hood with all your jewels in the glovebox
Same niggas that-a rob you love l.o.x. (uh)
All types of burners, even snub glocks (uh)
Nice size tecs you could carry in your sweats (uh)
Find your man dead in the trunk of a car (uh)
It's jada {*mwwaa*} responsible for breakin your heart (uh)
Uh

[drag-on]
Creep through the streets
For some of y'all rappers, that's mighty hard
Me the security? protectin my body? i let my shotty guard
Put chill pills in brains, bullets like tylenol
Make niggaz drowsy from the blood loss, got em noddin off
And take casket naps, fuck that
You shoulda never let this bastard rap
All i know is cold winter, hot slugs through your snorkel
No parents, tale from my horror's no morals
Raised in the wrong era, with no guidance
So you dyin? it's no problem, no lyin
Drag's fire; so ya hamburger beef? i french-fry 'em
Drag done ate your food
Like i know to raise your dukes so guard your chin up
Drag barrels, but shit, i spit-bubble your skin up
Drag scorch niggaz for dinner but season 'em well
I don't brag i let the streets tell
Po'-po' now you see he fell

[dmx] {*overlapping last line*}
Uh, uh, now you motherfuckers
Know what my name means when you hear it in the streets (uh)
Y'all bitches fear it cause you weak
You wanna hear it? i make it speak (what?)
You ain't ever bust a gun, but there's a lot of greasy talkin (uh-huh)
What the science behind that son? (i don't know)
A lot of easy walkin
I bust shit down (uh) got down (uh) kick down (uh) shot down (uh)
Ain't tryin to talk about what i got now, but i got now (what?)
I ain't never sold a brick, i done stuck niggaz up (c'mon)
And for talkin too much shit? i done fucked niggaz up (uh)
It can get "dark" for real, and i think you already know that (uh-huh)
Well think about it with the brick in your hand before you throw that
Now don't act, cause actin might get you rollin
With what you ain't ready to handle (uhh)
All that's left of your memory, is a candle (woo!)
It happens quick fast nigga, to bitch ass niggaz
Talkin reckless behind your back, them kiss ass niggaz (uh)
From the rap shit to the street shit, i keep shit tight
Let them cats spit that weak shit (what!)
I'm dog for life! nigga!

[styles] (sheek)
They gon' need extra guns and extra blocks
(they wanna ruff ryde, ruff ryde, ruff ryde)
They gon' need extra jails and extra cops
(they wanna ruff ryde, ruff ryde, ruff ryde)
They gon' need extra pits and extra glocks
(they wanna ruff ryde, ruff ryde, ruff ryde)
They gon' need extra chains and extra watches
(they wanna ruff ryde, ruff ryde, ruff ryde)

They gon' need extra guns and extra blocks
(they wanna ruff ryde, ruff ryde, ruff ryde)
They gon' need extra jails and extra cops
(they wanna ruff ryde, ruff ryde, ruff ryde)
They gon' need extra pits and extra glocks
(they wanna ruff ryde, ruff ryde, ruff ryde)
They gon' need extra chains and extra watches
(they wanna ruff ryde, ruff ryde, ruff ryde)

This thing right here is for my peoples in the streets (uh huh)
And this thing right here and get your ass off your feet (come on)

Drag-on

They call me drag-on,
Its time to bomb,
I'll burn'em all
Till they all say
Turn em off '
Cause these chicks
I'ma run em all
Chickenheads know i be the colonel
Cuz i burn eternal
Mixes wit they infernal
So be careful 'fore i burn you
You better learn dude,
Yeah i heard you
But i'ma hurt you,
But you don't know
My verses too is a virtue
Ruff ryders be the team,
Which means a lot cream,
Lot of schemes
Lot of beams
To make your stock drop,
Right on the seams
Nigga here is too hot
And too much
For you to touch
Better tell your man cuz i'm too tough
Inaudibly too dust do you bust
Cuz we do you can ask people
But quietly
But they don't believe until they leave violently
Is you buying us
Cuz niggas that purchase is under the dirt kid
They call me drag-on;
I'm the youngest buck at bunkers
Collabo' wit my dogs from yonkers
But this bronx bombers
Spitting flame so you better
Wear your armor
Flame on!

Chorus: dmx (repeat 2x)

My dogs gon' stop; your dogs gon' drop
And then we go, shut'em down open up shop
First we had em like ohh,
Now they like no
What baby that's how ruff ryders roll

Jadakiss
When i pop up,
I lock shop up,
Pull the drop up
Park a block up,
Hit the alarm,
Put the top up
Stash the 'dro in my sock
Then pull my sock up
And keep the burner
But if it's hot put my glock up
You know what i'm about
Sliding off
Get my cock sucked
Or writing rhymes
Watching scarface in the hot tub
What you wanna bet
When i pull it out
If you don't shout
Then every bullet'll go
In and out
Who you know besides 'kiss
Take a piss in the bottle of cris
Then give it to a modeling bitch
And you like your watch plain
I'ma flood mine
Alligator bloodline
Trained to fine coke and write one time

Styles
Ya'll niggas ain't hearing me out
Til i pop up appear in your house
Clearing it out, holiday style
Everybody acting violent and wild
Snatch the wife silence the child
That's how we move,
Kill me my man kill you
That's how you lose,
I ruff ryde
I don't like this slide
Felt that i slipped
Then the guns only helping the clip
And the clip's only helping my hand
And like who the fuck is helping your man
When i cock back and hop out the van
Double r, get a job, play the shit in the car
Hear the party start a fight at the bar
Snatch ya all sell your shit for some coke
And get the fuck out the dodge

Eve
Guess you figure that my niggas
Flip us pullin triggas
Who's team crowd around
Trying to flick a picture,
Get wit ya this bitch from holding it down off this quicker
Nigga not making sense better stay up off the liquor
Blond bomb-shell caramel, heavy spender
Get you saying i'm they sister hush ya mouth 'fore i hit ya
Stick it in wise guys fake thugs and bullshitters
Take you for a ride cover up your eye then i get ya
Used to be shyer, now i'ma ruff ryder
Big niggas play me close, when they used to ride by a
Snatching up your figure fronting know you dig us
Haters screaming who that bitch (uhh) mind your (uhh) business nigga

Chorus

Dmx
Uh huh, uh, uh, uh x is gonna hit ya'll niggaz hard
Leave ya'll niggaz scarred
Fucking with the dog
When you fucking with the god
Rip ya'll niggaz arm,
Faggot nigga saw
Remember me from up north,
I had you scared to cough
My name is ringing bells,
In penitentiary cells
I'm making thugs rebel,
Ain't hard to tell
You never really wanted it
So the mic is just the fun of it
Outta sixteen shots i'ma hit,
Which one of you niggaz am i gonna get
Thought you knew what i was gonna spit
This time with this rhyme but by the end of it
Ya'll niggaz is gon' be like yo x ripped it
Did my thing as usual it's never gonna stop
But them cats can't be for real,
I got this shit locked
Is that a game or a joke
Tell the name or get smoked
Simple as that,
Simple as black,
To the throat
Hit'em all up to the coat,
Now you losing your life (grrrrrr)
A dog is a dog for life!

Yeah you know how we do it, funk flex, big kap, def jam
The tunnel, ruff ryders, let's go baby

[chorus]
Ruff ryders (we in here!)
Ruff ryders (we stayin here!)
Ruff ryders (ain't goin nowhere,
Ain't hidin nowhere, ain't runnin nowhere)

[drag-on]
Ya'll laughin, when we comin, we checkin the cabinets
Body parts we baggin, we ain't comin for the crack
We come to crack backs and ? over niggaz hair dew
Spit rays, pop off c's and graze niggaz fades
I creep in a mustang, bust my heat in the rain
Till they get a rust stain
Y'all niggaz heard of me, probably wanna murder me
I'll pull up on ya block and turn your white teeth burgundy
Let's see some surgery

[eve]
Watch the first lady as she rides
Rougher than the rest of them bitches
What it take for cats to hush they mouth
This one official
Come on clown prove it's still an issue
Streets is ours, have ya homies weepin cause they miss you
Thought it was a game when i said the dogs would get you
Heard you fucked up cause e-v-e bit you
Flex knows what the real is
That's why he deal wit
Ruff ryders baby droppin bombs nigga feel this

[chorus]
Ruff ryders (we in here!)
Ruff ryders (we stayin here!)
Ruff ryders (ain't goin nowhere,
Ain't hidin nowhere, ain't runnin nowhere)

[styles]
Why ya'll braggin, i'm over here choppin and baggin
And i don't want the drop coupe so i'm choppin the wagon
Dark navy blue six speed, six air-bags
Even if this shit crash, feel like six flags
And ya'll niggaz cant block my shells
When i'm in jail the c.o. don't lock my cell
Before any rap group, we was the l.o.x. crooks
I'll slap a hundred dollars on the whole blocks books
And know the block shook, when i walk by
Niggaz just like you they rather not look
I inspired y'all niggaz to flow
I'ma always get money so i admire ya'll niggas that blow
Ask ya self who the nicest out right now
Put your ice up lets get on the mic right now
Clown, i'm the top cat where it stops at
Where lightning and thunder at
And y'all niggaz is under that

[jadakiss]
If you runnin with the p. you gonna get your turn
Tuck my gun while its hot to feel my dick hair burn
Might come through the spot where the shottie and what
Body to block and hot wanna the bacardi wit rocks
I aint never drive a bike but i ride on the back
Rob wit a gat, shit i still ride wit my craps
If you wanna go to war we can tally it up
Escalate and venally it up, what?

[chorus]
Ruff ryders (we in here!)
Ruff ryders (we stayin here!)
Ruff ryders (ain't goin no where,
Ain't hidin no where, ain't runnin no where)

[sheek]
If you like sheek, you hold heat and no one know
Bust yo' gun and leave the body where no one go
I pack some shit for any type of situation
Only time i don't pack heat is on vacation
Ands that's the blow dryer next to the playstation
I'm big but i use shit to kill you quick
And i don't wrestle unless chicks do bad on my dick
Flex know i bring somethin hot to the spot

[dmx]
What would you rather have the 10 you found or the 5 you earned
Became a man at 6 cause at 5 you learned
Don't take nothin for granted except death
Man of the house cause you the last nigga left
See how it's going dizzy with the shit so we can blast a rhyme
Hope the lord got your soul cause your ass is mine
Every time you turn around niggas know that i be right there
East turned to west coast, cravin for the nightmare
Don't give a fuck about what you sling
Cause you ain't slingin that shit, or bringin that shit
Up the hill, but you still singin that shit
Talkin shit like you know what its like to walk this shit
Get on some stalkin shit
So you know what niggaz rule new york and shit
I'm just thinkin all the business and how to handle ya'll niggaz
All the families that i got lightin candles for niggaz
Breathin revelence, grandmothers fallen out and need the sedatives
Mom huggin the casket wishin that she raised a better kid

[swizz beatz]
Y'all niggaz actors
I'll put your face where your muthafuckin back was
Im tired of y'all niggaz actors
Y'all know what y'all gonna get
And y'all niggaz know damn well who y'all fuckin wit
Little slim nigga like me, big gun like this
And my gun bust and gun never miss
I'm the nigga that make ya miss christmas
When we go to court you know shit dismissed

[chorus] x4
Ruff ryders (we in here!)
Ruff ryders (we stayin here!)
Ruff ryders (ain't goin nowhere,
Ain't hidin nowhere, ain't runnin nowhere)

Uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
C'mon c'mon
What what what
C'mon (come bitch)
C'mon c'mon
(come bitch)


When y'all niggas run on my block
You gon get it
And that bitch you tryin to pop (i done hit that)
I done hit it
You still tryin to find my style?
You gon get lost
And those that think they can touch
Gon get taught
Sure we can flow till my gun
Had to go off (blahhh)
I do a hundred in the wind
On the turnpike
All you hear is we-we-ween
That's a dirt bike
And you can put em up or shut em up
Cuz when we get em up we hit em up
Hoes ain't good enough
My fire's gonna make dust
Now who the one do the talkin? (who dat?)
Y'all niggas gonna split a coffin
You can call that 50/50
Break it down to the nitty-gritty (uh-huh)
Now what you see is
Whatcha gon get
That's .58, dead weight, chrome straight, your face
Now let me see ya get em up
Bob and weave back
Since when, a nigga be through his pack?
Now when it come down to my shit
Betta leave that
C'mon c'mon

[chorus: drag-on & various- 2x's]:

Your hoe don't wanna be mine?
Better save your daughter
Your coke compared to mine
Is baking soda
Y'all niggas want a war?
Better send yo' soldiers
My life is on the line
For the new world order


Soon i'm gonna flow over
(like what?) like water (c'mon)
When niggas be drownin
They look smaller
I don't give a fuck what they might call ya
It can be moe or cristal
I'll pour ya
I'm done with the hype shit
I keep a tight grip (my gun)
But only then (what's that?)
A bullet might slip
Growin up in these here streets
Is gritty
We don't do a lot of talkin
In this city
It's down to pap pap pap
No pity (my gun)
Then woo-woo woo-woo (police)
Go sirens
While drag-dash-on
Is hidin
Cuz we don't do a lot of runnin
I keep firin
And as long as they payin
A few's dyin
I don't care if it's plastic or iron
It's like the money in my pocket
I'll fold ya
And if your niggas ain't tell you
I shoulda told ya
C'mon, c'mon

[chorus 2x]

When my niggas swing this sawed off (blahhh)
Get ya shit blown off (uh-huh)
Cuz if y'all niggas looking for a fist fight
Shit, well not tonight
Cuz when we swing them things (lights out)
You gon see the light
I don't care if it's heaven or hell
They won't bite
Y'all niggas got beef with drag-on?
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Y'all niggas is gettin too close
Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up
Y'all niggas gonna make my gun go
Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka!!
Ruff ryder gonna make sure y'all don't
Come back
The only nigga that's allowed to come back
Is a nigga that smoke the crack
And when it come down to our g-stacks
We want that
Now let me see you count that (my money)
We don't want no ones back (my money)
Them tens and twenties
Is how i like to see my money
And i'ma run like i'm on hot sand (hot sand)
With my shoes off (hot shit)
Make sure nobody make a move
Till the crew's off
And i mean this game i wins
And you lost
And the only way they gonna catch me
Is on the cover of the new source
C'mon c'mon

[chorus 4x]

[sheek]
Yo if gon' sleep on somethin, might as well be a bed
And if you gon' crack a nigga, might as well be a head
Cause if you targettin the l.o.x.
You might as as well target a box
That you gon' sleep in for years, all covered wit rocks
Cause i think not, i pop shots, i double what y'all got
Ya hotshots aint got blocks, ya punta muchacha
From the days in school, now a motherfucker rule
And i could drop my chain in court, yeah, keeps ya cool
That's how ice be, i'm priceless, the iciest
And i dont gotta wear fatigues to blow out your chest
My bullets thump when i'm laced in some fly shit, punk
The baby nine be on the daily, aint no poppin a trunk
But if i pop the trunk, its to hand you a rag
So you can wipe down the windows on the side of my jag
Must i brag? my shit paid for, yours tagged
And every bitch you grabbed, sheek bend em back

[jadakiss]
Ayo i hope you aint tongue-kissin your spouse
Cause i be fuckin her in the mouth
Type of nigga buck at your house
Too slick, means she be suckin my dick
And before you know it, i'ma have her stuffin my bricks
Jada, if i kiss you now, you'll die later
I been nice since niggaz was watchin movies on beta
Ready to clap, everybody givin me gats
Cause believe it or not, we be the ones settin the traps
You listen to y'all shit, then listen to our shit
Ain't nuttin y'all faggots could do but gossip
That's the reason now y'all niggaz ain't got shit
Cause everytime i turn around y'all on the l.o.x. dick
Niggaz thats narrow, i just smack em wit the barrel
Give it to em at the light, like kane's cousin harold

Chorus: repeat 4x

The ruff ryders! (what?) the ruff ryders

[styles]
Fuck you and your son, y'all low wit the scum
Show me the money, i'll show you a gun, motherfucker
Sp'll spin the corner while you parle' with dun
I clap you, i clap him, and thats rule number one
Suckin my dick, and i dont give a fuck what you spit
Who you are, where you from, and who the fuck you can get
Cause i sell records, plus i got a jail record
Y'all niggaz ain't sayin shit until y'all bare weapons
And even when you dead, you can still fuckin get it
A nigga that'll smack ya, fuck around and clap ya
Styles p., your favorite rapper's favorite rapper

[eve]
Aint no surprise niggaz, only fuck wit recognized niggaz
Babygirl want the world, gave ya pies niggaz
No tops, take em in all shape and size niggaz
No lie, prefer them ready do or die niggaz
What? what you want? cutey starin at me like
"damn, where you from?" you be comin at me like
"can i get some?" lick your lips for this brown sugar
Suck mine like a thumb, if you want, til i come, uh

-chorus-

[drag-on]
I be the d-r, a-g, dash o-n, slash often
Comma, burnin niggas often
They call me drag-on, i'm hot scorchin
Keep the block roastin
Light a dutch wit the flames comin, toastin
In my eyes you could see what summer's holdin
Realizin, every guy i'll fry or dead rowdy
I burn to a degree of 130, and my gun dirty
Cause it got one bury, so you better run, hurry
Or catch one early
You wrong, tryin to touch me, what type of shit you on?
You better through your boots on and your unflammable suits on
Cause i'm comin through wit a yukon
Black tinted wit gats in it
Catch you while you smokin, send your casket, throw the sack in it
But only half of it, cause y'all like half-ass dude
And we are one whole, and y'all niggaz is one slash two
My gun blast you, tryna out the flames, what're you, firemen?
You'll catch a hell of a backdraft
Cause my fire retirin, aight then

[dmx]
Its my, survival instinct that keeps my head above the water
Everyday i show another how a i love a slaughter
Flood your daughter, full of more holes than spurges
Taxin businessmen for stocks over lunches
Wit these, i shoot the breeze, and extort
Enough keys from the cuban, to build a fuckin fort
Caught up in somethin that i cant control
Tryna get a hold of a bankroll, let's role
Catch bodies like a cold, and i stay slick so face it
Make me chase it, i take your life and erase it
Waste it, in the fuckin streets cause it ain't worth shit
The undertaker take your ass under the earth quick, i
Love money, but the scrambles hot
So i snatch up my man and the gamblin spot
Twenty grand is got, one niggaz shot, one nigga less
What used to be his chest is now a mess under his fuckin vest

(whisper)strike the match

Flame-on motherfuckers

My gun, i aim lower
My words is a flame thrower
Watch me end yall with somthing,
That'll make your skin crawl
I'm only 8 tall, ok yall? but i lay down law
And i lay down yall, so y'all better praise(a) the lord
No room to breath. knowin shh
And the shit i spit be red and orange
And yall going to have to call it in like bomb threats
Cuz i'm fire but, when i wet yall your gonna be drenched
Laid up with ten, cause when i pull it out
I pull in shouts like blow!
Damn that shit was loud! see the crowd?
They all seek cover when they see that black rubber
Because this cat here, got no sisters or no brothers
It was one alone
Covered with shellack ready to die black
Lets talk about guns, and how y'all don't bust none
Thease niggas here, y'all doing lest busting lot of ducking
Maybe a lot of fucking, cause all y'all bust is nuts
Just give me room, nobody move, or yall gonna hear the boom

If yall can get it on, then we can get it on
We all can get it on... (x3)
Flame-on mutherfuckers(x2)

Ya niggaz packing gats and stones
Fronting on your man clones
Ya niggaz missed the ride, cause this nigga make ya moan
Cause when i pull out its like aids, i make sure its full blown
And before the grief (kiss kiss), kiss him on both cheeks
Let him think theres peace
And give him somthing to remember
Corpse stiff, hands cold, and body missing till december
Sneakers off
Close casket, blew his cheek off
By the way be careful who you speak of
Cuz i by the wall in the back, guaranteed and all that
While yall in all black
When i leave the place, drop the reef, in his moms lap
Motherfuckers...
Soon as yall think your beef is sweet
I'm gonna lay in the streets
And let y'all niggaz throw quarters on me
Can you spare change for your life?
Change for what? thats when i pop up
With somthing long, and put somthing in his ass like a thong
I dont know what you thought
I'm gonna do you like i do a newport
And step on kid, smoking him down till his head gone

Hook

I'm straigh housing shit
Yeah, ya niggas is ballers
But i'm the nigga bouncin' it
If ruff ryders is announcing it
Ya know we get down for it, want every ounce of it
I dont care if you sellin it, this is music
How we sound with it?
Dont forget, we bust rhymes for it
Skip town for it, get under the ground for it
So nigga, dont ignore it
Unless your ass is deaf
This is gonna be your last breath
Your last s. and s. check
With your hands crossed over your chest
I dont give a fuck
What ever i gotta take care, i get it done
If its money, i owe nobody
Except a few hot ones
And if your 18 and under, this here's your last test
And i'm gonna teach you in the class
With the past tense, lil bastards
C is for class or for casket. so get your books up
And if your doe is low, that c better mean for cook up
Dont tell me that you shook up
You konw i keep my stacks crossed
So that you gotta look up, and maybe we can hook up
But you know what? then you woke up
Some body smoked you smoke up
You know what that mean
You broke, and you 'bout to get broke up

Hook (out)

Intro:
[sheek]
Yo i might get drunk
[jadakiss]
Jeckel and hyde
Roll these with lemons
[sheek]
I'm tellin' y'all niggas
Swizz beatz

Chorus:
[all]
If you know, like we know, like they know
L.o.x. is the best
If you know, like we know, like they know
Swizz beatz is the best
If you know, like we know, like they know
Ruff ryders is the best
If you know, like we know, like they know
We'll bring it to their chest

Verse 1:
[sheek a.k.a louch]
Yo if i can't make money
Then you can't either
If i didn't have to rap
I have blown in the freezer
[styles a.k.a holiday]
If i can't rock nikes
Or tim's with double soles
I have the 9 in the pound
And leave your ass full of holes
[jada a.k.a kisseastwood]
If i didn't push a benz
And i didn't push a lex
Then the ambulance will come
And they be pushin' on your chest
[swizz beatz]
If i couldn't hit the studio
And make another record
For my double r niggas
I'll lay y'all on stretchers
[sheek a.k.a louch]
Now i might get drunk
Or i might get high
But my game stay trump
And my style stay fly
[styles a.k.a holiday]
I might hit a dime
Or i might hit a duece
And when i wanna go to war
Is when you wanna call a truce
[jada a.k.a kisseastwood]
I might buy 'em cooked
Dough i might buy 'em raw
And i might tap your chin
Or i might cross your jaw
[swizz beatz]
Now i might go 18's
I might go 20's
I might use dumdums
Cause y'all niggas dummies

Chorus:

Verse 2:
[sheek a.k.a louch]
Ayo, me without weight
Is like harlem without 8
[jada a.k.a kisseastwood]
Yeah, me with no funds
Is like queens with no dunns
[styles a.k.a holiday]
And me with no beef
Is like brooklyn with no guns
[swizz beatz]
Man and me with no beats
Is like cali with no blunts
[sheek a.k.a louch]
First i got head from her
Then i hit her from the back
Then she told me that she hustled
So i hit her with a pack
[jada a.k.a kisseastwood]
Yeah, screw how many mics you got
How much ice you got
My bullets'll make you icy-hot
[styles a.k.a holiday]
Y'all, all my niggas killas
We don't talk on the phone
And give a way better message
When we come in your home
[swizz beatz]
Yo, catch me down-south
When i'm pumpin' up things
And my name ain't rover
Don't jump on my rings
[sheek a.k.a louch]
Man, you gotta have your hustle right
When you up in the game
[jada a.k.a kisseastwood]
You gotta have your lawyor money
For you firm-aly change
[styles a.k.a holiday]
And don't you leave out the house
Without bringer your things
[swizz beatz]
We gonna ruff ryde, nigga
>from here to the bank

Interlude:
[sheek a.k.a louch]
What you greaseball cocksuckers thought it was over
This double r, nigga, l.o.x.
We are the streets
When the kennels is open the dogs is biting, bitch
Shits real

Verse 3:
[drag-on]
Yo, yo, yo, yo
I might pull up in a v,
That cost more than a buck
Then turn around and burn it
Cause you thought it was plush
[eve]
Anytime i get on fire
I get a car to match
And tell any rapper you name
You gard it black
[drag-on]
When i bust my hammer
I nail my nigga
We the ruff ryder family
All hail, my niggas
[eve]
And i might ride, i might die
That's up to the lord
And my niggas might come home
That's up to the ?
[drag-on]
Yo, if money make you feel good
I'm happy with lead
Joe pesci-style
Kickin' niggas after they dead
[eve]
Picture the litter
Hold the 4-5th for my niggas
Writin' the venom
Ass look right in the dinner
[drag-on]
?dockin'? you pay
Word from me you clockin' the yay
I hustle for real
Let you hold the block for a day
[eve]
Pull it in your brain
And give you a hot idea
You wanna low
Here's a casket you can hide out there

Chorus: til fade

[juve] mmmm hmmmmm
[drag] ha ha hah

Oh! damn, now bop to this
Yeah, uhh, uhh, y'all know what this is (flame on)
Juvenile, drag-on (flame on)
And now.. swizz swizz beats, yea!

[drag-on]
Me and my niggaz done licked shots, even done hit cops
Betcha niggaz can't wait til my shit drop
Treat you like your momma, give you lip a pop
Nigga you don't want my clip to drop
Cause that means i'm empty, and you're full of it
Check what the bullet did
Missiles gonna hit you get you, rip through tissue
Shoot another rhyme just cause i missed you
I make plus cash, you little niggaz can't fuck wit drag
Got the chain out, so his muscle grabs
Nigga fuck that, you better bust back
'fore ya monkey-ass land where the dust at
Ride like the girl but you can't trust cash
Spit line of fire and he can't touch black
All you can do is cuss back
In your weak raps bout how you bust gats
Nigga we don't need that, i don't care about your feedback
Y'all niggaz don't feed drag
Til a motherfucker pull out, bust a bullet out
In the safe house, nigga where the keys at
Nigga where the stash at, nigga where the weed at
Nigga pass that 'fore i pull my trigger
Matter fact where the ass at, cause i got the "rough rider"
And i ain't talkin bout my niggaz
Cause nigga we can go hoe for hoe, toe to toe, blow for blow
And when you feel your nose crack
That mean i broke that, i fill a po'-po' wit a flame thrower
Like i told yo' befo' ya know umm - you can't handle
You can put me on wax but my fire burn candles
And who that nigga ruff rydin, drag-on
Y'all niggaz and southsiders

Chorus: drag-on + various (repeat 2x)

Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns?
(hell yeah we bust our guns!!)
Do y'all fuck them til they cum?
(damn right we make them cum!!)
It's for the north (hey) south (hey)
East (hey) west (hey)
Ruff ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who ride the best

(yung wun)
Haaaa
This is a stick up
Hoes get lit up
Niggaz get split up
Because souths in the house tonight
So crank it up
For the one double nine nine
How many niggaz still trying to grind
But my name they gonna shine
????? as i pull up wit my green fellar
Wasting no time
I gotta get mine
And if u ever
Nigga stopping whut i am trying to do
I ll make you suffer
Cuz i aint got no love for you
Nigga my crew carry fully automatics
Mix wit street like a matics
And if you make a mistake thats tragic
My niggaz prey on bad habbits
And we aint to be fucked with
Nigga we split shit for the love of
Green im all in
Ruff ryding this bitch
Theres gonna be consequences and reprecutions
Up in this bitch
Fuckin wit this ds clicque
On some of that stop drop shit
Wit drag-on
But ya wants who i be
Make the shit not what i see
From the down south to ny
Nigga shots
Every nigga i run wit bust guns
So if ya niggaz bust ya gunz
Lets get down and dirty
And if you cut em till they cum
Welll... ya niggaz heard em


Chorus

[drag-on]
When my niggaz get knocked we gonna bail them out
When it come to my gun my shells is out
You better get the message, cause i done mailed it out
That i'ma bang it like a hammer and i'ma nail the south
East west, and write letters for my niggaz up north
My guns made in china, so you better dust off
Comin to getcha, you gon' bleed ketchup, i always got cheddar
I never ass bet ya, and i won't even sweat ya
You won't roll four and better
My dough is never low, but if drag is down on his last
I'ma reach in my sweater, bet my baretta
Make a nigga feel the heat in the cold weather
Can't stand a nigga hype, throw me his bitch
Bitch come to my shit, you betta come get her
Be like a dog with a bone i run with her
Y'all make me so tired
Y'all niggaz still rappin like you don't know my flow is fire
And y'all ain't got ya suits, ain't got ya boots
Probably gotta gun that ain't never shoot
When we come you better hope they don't name you
Cause like two sticks rubbin i'll flame you
Don't try to be me cause i ain't you
'fore i have your spirit with the angels
My shorty keep a gun on the ankles
Wanna fuck? watch out she'll bang you
Cause i taught her well, y'all players better haul to hell
But you niggaz couldn't borrow a belt
Whoever wit you is goin to jail
Do you niggaz bust your guns? oh you ain't bustin none, huh?
You wanna fuck em til they cum, huh?
Drag-on, juvenile, double r, what you want huh?

Chorus 2x