[Intro: Styles P & Sheek Louch]
Ride or die, n***a
What? This is it right here
You ain't know?
Huh, man, hah
Huh, man
What? Yo, yo, yo, yo

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
Ayo, if you gon' sleep on somethin', might as well be a bed
And if you gon' crack a n***a, might as well be a head
'Cause if you target the LOX
You might as well target a box
That you gon' sleep in for years, all covered with rocks
'Cause I think not, I pop shots, I double what y'all got
Ya hotshots ain't got blocks, ya puta muchacha
From the days in school, now a motherfucker rule
Enough to drop my chain in coffee and keep shit 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, ain't 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 been done bagged
[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Hey, yo, I hope you ain't tongue-kissin' your spouse
'Cause I be fuckin' her in the mouth
Type of n***a 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 die later
I been nice since n***as was watchin' movies on Beta
Ready to clap, everybody givin' me daps
'Cause believe it or not, 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 n***as ain't got shit
'Cause every time I turn around y'all on the LOX dick
N***as that's narrow, I just smack 'em with the barrel
Give it to 'em at the light, like Caine's cousin Harold

[Chorus]
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[Verse 3: Styles P]
Man, fuck you and your son, y'all lower than scum
Show me the money, I'll show you a gun, motherfucker
S-P'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 could get
'Cause I sell records, plus I got a jail record
Y'all n***as ain't sayin' shit until y'all bare weapons
And even when you dead, you can still fuckin' get it
A n***a that'll smack ya, fuck around and clap ya
Styles P., your favorite rapper's favorite rapper
[Verse 4: Eve]
Ain't no surprise, n***as, only fuck with recognized n***as
Babygirl want the world, gave ya pies n***as
No ties, take em in all shapes and size n***as
No lie, prefer them ready do or die n***as
What? What you want? cutie 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 me like a thumb, if you want, 'til I cum, uh

[Chorus]
The Ruff Ryders (What?) The Ruff Ryders
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The Ruff Ryders (What?) The Ruff Ryders
The Ruff Ryders (What?) The Ruff Ryders

[Verse 5: Drag-On]
I be the D-R, A-G, dash O-N, slash often
Comma, burnin' n***as often
They call me Drag-On, I'm hot scorchin
Keep the block roastin'
Light a dutch with the flames coma-toastin'
In my eyes you could see what summer's holdin
Realizin', every guy I'll fry or dead ride
I burn to a degree of 130, my gun dirty
'Cause it got one buried, so you better run, hurry
Or catch one early
You wrong, tryin' to touch me, what type of shit you on?
You better throw your boots on and your unflammable suits on
'Cause I'm comin' through in a Yukon
Black tinted with gats in it
Catch you while you smokin', send your casket, throw the sack in it
But only half of it, 'cause y'all are half-ass duke
And we are one whole, and y'all n***as is one slash two
My gun blast you, tryna out the flames, what're they, firemen?
You'll catch a hell of a backdraft
'Cause my fire retire men (Aight then)
[Verse 6: DMX]
It's my, survival instinct that keeps my head above the water (What?)
Everyday I show another how I love a slaughter (What?)
Plug your daughter, full of more holes than sponges (Uh)
Taxin' businessmen for stocks over lunches (Come on)
With these, I shoot the breeze, and extort
Enough ki's from the Cuban, to build a fuckin' fort (What?)
Caught up in somethin' that I can't control
Tryna get a hold of a bankroll that's swoll
Catchin' bodies like a cold (Uh), and I stay sick so face it (Uh)
Make me chase it, I take your life and erase it (What?)
Waste it, in the fuckin' streets 'cause it ain't worth shit (Come on)
The undertaker take your ass under the earth quick, I (Come on)
Love money, but the scramblin's hot (Uh)
So I snatch up my man and hit the gamblin' spot (Uh)
Twenty grand has got, one n***a shot is one n***a less
What used to be his chest is now a mess under his fuckin' vest