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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 be a head
Cause if you targettin the L.O.X. You might as as target a box
That you gon' in for years, all covered wit rocks
Cause I think not, I pop shots, I what y'all got
Ya hotshots got blocks, ?llabuta? muchacha
From the days in school, now a motherfucker
And I could drop my chain in court, yeah, keeps ya
how ice be, I'm priceless, the iciest
And I dont gotta wear to blow out your chest
My bullets thump when I'm laced in fly shit, punk
The baby be on the daily, ain't no poppin 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, yours
And every bitch you
bend em back

Ayo I hope you tongue-kissin your spouse
I be makin love in her in the mouth
Type of cat at your house
Too slick, means she be suckin my
And before you it, I'ma have her stuffin my bricks
Jada, if I kiss you now, you'll die
I been nice people was watchin movies on Beta
Ready to clap, givin me that
Cause believe it or not, we be the ones the traps
You listen to y'all hits, then to our hits
Ain't nuttin y'all could do but gossip
That's the reason now y'all players ain't got
everytime I turn around 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 Abel

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

you and your son
Ya know its done
me the money, I show you a gun
Cocksucka!!
SP'll spin corner while you party dun
I clap you I him, and thats rule number one
my clip!
And I don't give a hell what you
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 shhhh until ya'll bare weapons
Im 3 years than 20, holdin a Henney
Can rip a dolla but can't fold up a penny
Wanna murder Styles cocksucka load up the
Im at baby mom house, on the steps climbed out
Like you the don out, bout to rip your arms out
You done screwed up and did it, tryin to act you with it
Came two in ur short sleeves, in your fitted
And even you dead, you can still 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 fuck wit recognized
Babygirl want the world, gave ya pies
No tops, em in all shape and size niggas
No lie, prefer them do or die killaz
What you want? cutey starin at me like
"Damn, you from?"
You be comin at me "Can I get some?"
Lick your lips for this sugar
Suck like a thumb, if you want, til I uhhh...

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

I be the D-R, A-G, dash O-N, often Comma, burnin niggasz often
They call me Drag-On, I'm hot
Keep the block roastin Light a dutch wit the flames comin,
In my eyes you could see what summer's
Realizin, every guy fry or dead rowdy
I burn to a of 130, and my gun dirty
Cause it got one bury, so you run, hurry Or catch one early
You wrong, tryin to touch me, type of shit you on?
You better through your on and your unflammable suits on
Cause I'm comin through wit a Black tinted wit gats in it
Catch you while you smokin, send your casket, throw the in it
But only half of it, cause 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?
catch a hell 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 daughter, full of more holes than spurges
Taxin businessmen for over lunches
Wit these, I shoot the breeze, and
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
Catch like a cold, and I stay slick so face it
Make me it, I take your life and erase it
Wasted, in the fuckin cause it ain't worth shit
The undertaker take your ass the earth quick
I money, but the scrambles hot
So i snatch up my man and the gamblin
Twenty is got, when niggas shot, one nigga less
What used to be his is now a mess under his fuckin vest