P k**er Trackz - I'm a Ruff Ryder lyrics

[Styles talking] It's the tone, Kiss I'm lookin for the tone [Verse One: Styles] Talk to me, 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 f** with me, I could guarantee you'll be makin the news P flows like NO ni**a, twenty-six but I'm a old n***a Don't make me f** around and show n***as How to leave a room flat, twenty n***as dead No money, no j**els, bullets in they head Ain't a n***a you know could f** with the god I said rap was just a hobby, gun bustin the job But the sickest n***as out is the b**hest 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 State gotta talk till the city get hoarse I'm the icin on the cake, gangsta of the state Guns, money and weight, who you f**in wit dawg? [Hook: Jadakiss] Uh, I'm a Ruff Ryder Weed smokin, gun totin' h**n supplier I'm a Ruff Ryder On the low dawg, no phone calls, got my sh** wired I'm a Ruff Ryder Bust for my n***as, shh, 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 Two: Styles] Just deal with the tension and stress Understand I'm from the School of Hard Knock and my suspension is d**h I keep the P-89 twenty shot in the coat Better squeeze soon as you see me, you plottin to loat I'm a little more than itchy Motherf**er, when it's time to splatter your mask I burst your kidneys So go head and get your sons on me Like I give a f**, like I'm givin up I got four guns on me Get down and dirty, all time aloney 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 a smile And I make sure these motherf**ers'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 [Hook] [Verse Three: Styles] You're dealin with the ghost of the past You could sleep if you want, and get f**ed with this toast in your a** I'm a gangsta and a gentleman, I hope you the best And tell you play the front seat and then choke you to d**h 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 the ash I get down on yo head like I'm Sigel the cold That n***a sniffed up yo 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 bring the ears of his mans Need weed to calm down, need money to live life f** a watch cause my time is tickin f** a chain I'm already hangin f** 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...b**h? [Hook - Jadakiss] Uh, I'm a Ruff Ryder Weed smokin, gun totin' h**n supplier I'm a Ruff Ryder On the low dawg, no phone calls, got my sh** wired I'm a Ruff Ryder Bust for my n***as, shh, 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 I'm a Ruff Ryder Weed smokin, gun totin' h**n supplier I'm a Ruff Ryder On the low dawg, no phone calls, got my sh** wired I'm a Ruff Ryder Bust for my n***as, shh, 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 I'm a Ruff Ryder, uhh, f*ggots