[Intro: Styles P]
It's the tone, Kiss
I'm lookin' for the tone
Talk to 'em

[Verse 1: Styles P & Jadakiss]
Holiday Styles, S-P or whatever you choose
A pound of weed, four guns and a liter of booze
Shootin' n***as out they shoes (What?), come and fuck with me
I could guarantee you'll be makin' the news
P flows like no n***a, twenty-six but I'm a old n***a
Don't make me fuck around and show n***as
How to leave a room flat, twenty n***as dead
No money, no jewels, bullets in they head
Ain't a n***a you know could fuck with the god
I said rap was just a hobby, gun bustin' the job
'Cause the sickest n***as out is the bitchest n***as out
And I could take 'em on the street and straight whip 'em in they house
Come through in the prettiest Porsche, the grittiest boss
The state gotta talk 'til the city get hoarse
I'm the icin' on the cake (Uh-huh), gangsta of the state (Yeah)
Guns, money and weight, who you fuckin' with, dawg? (Uh)

[Chorus: Jadakiss]
I'm a Ruff Ryder
Weed smokin', gun totin' heroin supplier
I'm a Ruff Ryder
On the low, dawg, no phone calls, got my shit wired
I'm a Ruff Ryder
Bust for my n***as, hush for my n***as, all of us survivors
I'm a Ruff Ryder
You got a gun on you, I got a gun on me, both of us could fire
[Verse 2: Styles P]
I'm just dealin' with the tension and stress
Understand I'm from the school of hard knock and my suspension is death
I keep the P89 twenty shot in the coat
Better squeeze soon as you see me, you plottin' to loc
I'm a little more than itchy
Motherfucker, when it's time to splatter your mask or burst your kidneys
So go 'head and get your sons on me
Like I give a fuck, like I'm givin' up I got four guns on me
Get down and dirty all by my lonely
I leave your brains on your block all around your homies
Live by the code of honor, stay holdin' armor
I treat beef like a album, I promote the drama
Stay bustin' a hammer, sweatin' and smilin'
And make sure these motherfuckers'll regret while I'm wildin'
I'm the hustler on the block
With money on his mind and some bricks in his hand, P can't be stopped, what

[Chorus: Jadakiss]
I'm a Ruff Ryder
Weed smokin', gun totin' heroin supplier
I'm a Ruff Ryder
On the low, dawg, no phone calls, got my shit wired
I'm a Ruff Ryder
Bust for my n***as, hush for my n***as, all of us survivors
I'm a Ruff Ryder
You got a gun on you, I got a gun on me, both of us could fire
[Verse 3: Styles P & Jadakiss]
You dealin' with a ghost of the past
You could sleep if you want and get fucked with this toast in your ass
I'm a gangsta and a gentleman, I hope you the best
And tell you play the front seat and then choke you to death
Throw the gun to the chair, try to open your chest
Get blood on the driver face, window and dash
Burn the car with the body in it, bring you to ash
I get down on a hit like I'm Sigel the cold
A n***a sniffed up your coke, I could bring you his nose
If he stole money from you, P could bring you his hands
The n***a talk too much, I'll bring the ears of his mans
Need weed to calm down, need money to live life
Fuck a watch cause my time is tickin'
Fuck a chain, I'm already hangin'
Fuck a gang, I'm already bangin'
Robbin' n***as is my only form of steady payment
Play it sweet, I might be in your house
L-O-X, Black Mob, Holiday and I'm out
What? Bitch (Uh)

[Chorus: Jadakiss]
I'm a Ruff Ryder
Weed smokin', gun totin' heroin supplier
I'm a Ruff Ryder
On the low, dawg, no phone calls, got my shit wired
I'm a Ruff Ryder
Bust for my n***as, hush for my n***as, all of us survivors
I'm a Ruff Ryder
You got a gun on you, I got a gun on me, both of us could fire
[Outro: Jadakiss]
I'm a Ruff Ryder, uh (Faggots)