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The present!

Yo, yo, yo!
Ayo if gon' on somethin, might as well be a bed
And if you gon' a nigga, might as well be a head
Cause if you the L.O.X. You might as as well target a box
That you gon' sleep in for years, all covered wit
I think not, I pop shots, I double 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, ya cool
how ice be, I'm priceless, the iciest
And I gotta wear fatigues to blow out your chest
My bullets thump when I'm in some fly shit, punk
The nine be on the daily, ain't no poppin a trunk
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 My shit paid for, yours tagged
And bitch you grabbed
Sheek bend em

Ayo I hope you ain't tongue-kissin your
I be makin love in her in the mouth
Type of cat buck at house
Too slick, means she be my dick
And you know it, I'ma have her stuffin my bricks
Jada, if I kiss you now, die later
I been nice since was watchin movies on Beta
Ready to clap, givin 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 y'all cowards do but gossip
That's the reason now players ain't got chips
everytime I turn around y'all on the L.O.X. dick
Niggas narrow, I just smack em wit the barrel
Give it to em at the light, like Kane's Abel

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The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ryders!
The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The 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 you I clap him, and thats rule number one
my clip!
And I don't give a hell you spit
Who you are, you from, and who the hell you can get
Cuz I sell records, plus I got a record
Ya niggas ain't sayin' shhhh ya'll bare weapons
Im 3 older than 20, holdin a Henney
Can rip a bill but can't fold up a penny
murder Styles cocksucka load up the semi
Im at your baby mom house, on the climbed out
you played the don out, bout to rip your arms out
You screwed up and did it, tryin to act like you with it
two in ur short sleeves, three in your fitted
And when you dead, you can still flinch 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
Babygirl want the world, gave ya killaz
No tops, take em in all shape and niggas
No lie, prefer them ready do or die
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
Suck like a thumb, if you want, til I uhhh...

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

I be the D-R, A-G, O-N, slash often Comma, burnin niggasz often
They call me Drag-On, I'm hot
Keep the roastin 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 burn to a degree of 130, and my gun
it got one bury, so you better run, hurry Or catch one early
You wrong, tryin to touch me, what type of you on?
You better through your 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 your casket, the sack in it
But only half of it, cause y'all like half-ass
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 cause my fire retirin, aight then

Its my, survival instinct that keeps my head the water
Everyday I another how a lover slaughter
your daughter, full of more holes than spurges
Taxin for stocks over lunches
Wit these, I the breeze, and extort
Enough keys the Cuban, to build a fuckin fort
Caught up in somethin that I can't
Tryna get a hold of a bankroll, role
Catch like a cold, and I stay slick so face it
Make me chase it, I your life and erase it
Wasted, in the fuckin streets cause it worth shit
The undertaker take your ass unbder the quick
I money, but the scrambles hot
So i up my man and the gamblin spot
Twenty grand is got, when niggas shot, one nigga
What to be his chest is now a mess under his fuckin vest