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  • [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 yall got
  • Ya hotshots aint got blocks, ? llabuta? muchacha
  • From the days in school, now a mother*****er rule
  • And I could drop my chain in court, yeah, keeps ya cool
  • Thats how ice be, Im priceless, the iciest
  • And I dont gotta wear fatigues to blow out your chest
  • My bullets thump when Im 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 ***** you grabbed,
  • Sheek bend em back
  • [jadakiss]
  • Ayo I hope you aint tongue-kissin your spouse
  • Cause I be *****in her in the mouth
  • Type of nigga buck at your house
  • Too slick, means she be suckin my dick
  • And before you know it, ima have her stuffin my bricks
  • Jada, if I kiss you now, youll 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 yall shit, then listen to our shit
  • Aint nuttin yall faggots could do but gossip
  • Thats the reason now yall niggaz aint got shit
  • Cause everytime I turn around yall on the l.o.x. dick
  • Niggaz thats narrow, I just smack em wit the barrel
  • Give it to em at the light, like kanes cousin abel
  • Chorus: repeat 4x the ruff ryders! (what? ) the ruff ryders
  • [styles]
  • ***** you and your son, yall low wit the scum
  • Show me the money, Ill show you a gun, mother*****er
  • Spll spin the corner while you prolly within
  • I clap you, I clap him, and thats rule number one
  • Suckin my dick, and I dont give a ***** what you spit
  • Who you are, where you from, and who the ***** you can get
  • Cause I sell records, plus I got a jail record
  • Yall niggaz aint sayin shit until yall bare weapons
  • And even when you dead, you can still *****in get it
  • A nigga thatll smack ya, ***** around and clap ya
  • Styles p., your favorite rappers favorite rapper
  • [eve]
  • Aint no surprise niggaz, only ***** 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 cum, uhhh
  • -chorus-
  • [drag-on]
  • I be the d-r, a-g, dash o-n, slash often comma, burnin niggasz often
  • They call me drag-on, Im hot scorchin
  • Keep the block roastin light a dutch wit the flames comin, toastin
  • In my eyes you could see what summers holdin
  • Realizin, every guy Ill 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 Im 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 yall like half-ass dude
  • And we are one whole, and yall niggaz is one slash two
  • My gun blast you, tryna out the flames, whatre you, firemen?
  • Youll 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 lover 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 *****in fort
  • Caught up in somethin that I cant control
  • Tryna get a hold of a bankroll, lets role
  • Catch bodies like a cold, and I stay slick so face it
  • Make me chase it, I take your life and erase it
  • Wasted, in the *****in streets cause it aint worth shit
  • The undertaker take your ass unbder the earth quick,
  • I love money, but the scrambles hot
  • So I snatch up my man and the gamblin spot
  • Twenty grand is got, when niggaz shot, one nigga less
  • What used to be his chest is now a mess under his *****in vest

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