Yo, if you gonna sleep on something
Might as well be a bed
And if your gonna crack a n***a
Might as well be a head
'Cause if you targeting the LOX you might as well target a box
That you gonna sleep in for years all covered with rocks
'Cause I think not I pop shots I double what y'all got
Ya hot shots and got blocks ya punta muchacha
I'm the days of school I mother f**ing rule
I drive my chain and cork ya and keep it cool
That's the ice B. I'm pricrless. The iciest
And I don't gotta wear fatigues to blow out your chest
My bullets thump when I lace this fly sh** pump
And baby I be on it yearly ain't no poppin' the trunk
But if I, pop the trunk its to hear your rag
sh** just wipe down my windows,on the side of my jag
Must I brag, my sh** paid for, yours tagged
And every chick you grab, Sheek been done bagged
Yo, I hope you ain't tongue kissing your spouse
'Cause I be f**in' her in her mouth
Type of cat that f** at your house
Too slick? Mean she be s**in' my dick
And before you know it, I'mma have her s**in' my dick
Jada, if I kiss you now, you die later
Been nice, since n***az was watchin' movies on beta
Ready to clap, everybody giving me dap
And belive it or not, we be the ones setting the trap
Listen to y'all sh**. Then listen to our sh**
Ain't nothing y'all cowards could do, got this
That's the reason now, y'all players ain't got sh**
'Cause every time I turn around, y'all on the lox dick
For those that's narrow, I just smack them with the barrel
Give it to them after night, like Kains cousin Harold
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The Ruff Rifers (what?)
The Ruff Riders
The Ruff Rifers (what?)
The Ruff Riders
The Ruff Rifers (what?)
The Ruff Riders
The Ruff Rifers (what?)
The Ruff Riders
f** you and your son
Ya know when its done
Show me the money, I show you a gun
Mother f**er!
SB'll spin corner while I party with dun
I clap you I clap him, and that's rule number one
s**in' my dick
And I don't give a f** what you spit
Who you are, where you from, and who the f** you can get
'Cause I sell records, and I got a jail record
Ya n***as ain't sayin' sh** till y'all bare weapons
And even when your dead, you can still f** and get it
I ride about and smack you, co*k back and clap you
Styles be ya favorite rappers favorite rapper
Ain't no surprise n***as, only run with recognized n***as
Baby girl, want the world? Sugar pie n***as
No tops, take em in all shape 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 from this brown sugar
s** me like a thumb if you want till I cum
I be the D are, A G, dash O N
Slash often comma makin' n***as orphan
They call me Drag-On. I'm hot scortchin'
Keep the block roastin'
Like dutch when the flame comes a toastin'
In my eyes you can see what summers holdin'
Realize, any guy, broad day, rider
I burn to a degree of 130 my gun dirty
'Cause I got one burby, so you better run hurry
Or catch one early
You wrong, tryin' to touch me
What type of sh** you on?
You better throw your boots on, and your un-flameable suits on
'Cause I'm comin' through in a Yukon
Black tinted with gats in it
Catch you while you smokin', send your casket with a sack in it
Gats only half of it
'Cause y'all are half a** yo
'Cause we one whole and y'all n***as, is one slash two
My gun blast you
Tryin out the flames. Are your firemen?
And catch one hell of a back draft,
'Cause my fire reach higher than
Its my, survival instinct that keeps my head above the water (what)
Every day I show another how I love a slaughter (what)
Plug your daughter
With more holes than swiss cheese (come on)
Attack the b**h and stop for the leach (come on)
With these, I shoot the breeze
And its thought, enough keys from the cubans to build a f**ing fort (what)
I'm caught up in something that I can't control
Trying to get a hold of a bank role and stroll
Catch bodies like a cold. And stay sick (uh)
So face it, make me chase it, I take your life and erase it (what)
Waste it, in the f**ing streets
'Cause It ain't worth sh**(come on)
The undertaker take your a** under the earth (come on)
Quicker, I love money, but the scam is hot (uh)
So I snatch up my man and hit the gambling spot (uh)
20 grand is got, one shot and you got less
What use to his chest, is a mess under his f**ing vest.