This is it right here, what? (Ruff Ryders!)
What? Yo, yo, yo, yo, ayo,
If gon' sleep on somethin, might as well be a bed
And if you gon' crack a (huh?), 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 y'all got
Ya hotshots aint got blocks,?llabuta? muchacha
From the days in school, now a mother... rule
And I could drop my chain in court, yeah, keeps ya 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 sh**, 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 ... paid for, yours tagged
And every sheek you grabbed,
Sheek bend em back
Ayo I hope you aint tongue-kissin your spouse
Cause I be makin love in her in the mouth
Type of n***a buck at your house
Too slick, means she be s**in my dick
And before you know it, I'ma have her stuffin my bricks
Jada, if I kiss you now, you'll die later
I been nice since people 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 y'all hits, then listen to our hits
Ain't nuttin y'all cowards could do but gossip
That's the reason now y'all playas ain't got chips
Cause everytime I turn around y'all on the L.O.X. dick
n***az thats narrow, I just smack em wit the barrel
Give it to em at the light, like Kane's cousin Abel
The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders
The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders
The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders
The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders
Catch you and your son, y'all low wit the scum
Show me the money, I'll show you a gun, co*ks**er
SP'll spin the corner while you prolly within
I clap you, I clap him, and thats rule number one
s**in my clip, and I dont give a hell what you spit
Who you are, where you from, and who the hell you can get
Cause I sell records, plus I got a jail record
Y'all n***az ain't sayin shhh... until y'all bare weapons
And even when you dead, you can still flinch and get it
A ryders that'll smack ya, co*k back and clap ya
Styles P., your favorite rapper's favorite rapper
Aint no surprise k**az, only f** wit recognized k**az
Babygirl want the world, gave ya pies k**az
No tops, take em in all shape and size k**az
No lie, prefer them ready do or die k**az
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
s** mine like a thumb, if you want, til I uhhh...
The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders
The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders
The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders
The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders
I be the D-R, A-G, dash O-N, slash often Comma, burnin ... often
They call me Drag-On, I'm hot scorchin
Keep the block roastin Light a dutch wit the flames comin, toastin
In my eyes you could see what summer's holdin
Realizin, every guy I'll 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 sh** you on?
You better through your boots on and your unflammable suits on
Cause I'm 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 y'all like half-a** dude
And we are one whole, and y'all n***az is one slash two
My gun blast you, tryna out the flames, what're you, firemen?
You'll catch a hell of a Backdraft cause my fire retirin, aight then
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 f... fort
Caught up in somethin that I cant control
Tryna get a hold of a bankroll, let's role
Catch bodies like a cold, and I stay slick so face it
Make me chase it, I take your life and erase it
Clue!!
Wasted, in the f**in streets cause it ain't worth sh**
The undertaker take your a** 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 n***az shot, one n***a less
What used to be his chest is now a mess under his f... vest