[00:06.82] (Sheek) [00:10.98] Yo if gon' sleep on somethin, might as well be a bed [00:15.28] And if you gon' crack a nigga, might as well be a head [00:17.90] Cause if you targettin the L.O.X. You might as as well target a box [00:20.40] That you gon' sleep in for years, all covered wit rocks [00:22.96] Cause I think not, I pop shots, I double what y'all got [00:25.63] Ya hotshots aint got blocks,? llabuta? muchacha [00:28.26] From the days in school, now a motherfucker rule [00:30.62] And I could drop my chain in court, yeah, keeps ya cool [00:33.16] That's how ice be, I'm priceless, the iciest [00:35.55] And I dont gotta wear fatigues to blow out your chest [00:38.28] My bullets thump when I'm laced in some fly shit, punk [00:40.78] The baby nine be on the daily, aint no poppin a trunk [00:43.26] But if I pop the trunk, its to hand you a rag [00:45.87] So you can wipe down the windows on the side of my Jag [00:48.46] Must I brag? My shit paid for, yours tagged [00:51.32] And every bitch you grabbed, [00:52.51] Sheek bend em back [00:53.85] (Jadakiss) [00:54.54] Ayo I hope you aint tongue-kissin your spouse [00:56.28] Cause I be fuckin her in the mouth [00:57.35] Type of nigga buck at your house [00:58.89] Too slick, means she be suckin my dick [01:01.02] And before you know it, I'ma have her stuffin my bricks [01:03.58] Jada, if I kiss you now, you'll die later [01:06.33] I been nice since niggaz was watchin movies on Beta [01:08.88] Ready to clap, everybody givin me gats [01:11.35] Cause believe it or not, we be the ones settin the traps [01:14.03] You listen to y'all shit, then listen to our shit [01:16.57] Ain't nuttin y'all faggots could do but gossip [01:19.07] That's the reason now y'all niggaz ain't got shit [01:21.95] Cause everytime I turn around y'all on the L.O.X. dick [01:24.26] Niggaz thats narrow, I just smack em wit the barrel [01:26.76] Give it to em at the light, like Kane's cousin Abel [01:29.35] Chorus: repeat 4X The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders [01:39.36] (Styles) [01:39.82] Fuck you and your son, y'all low wit the scum [01:42.19] Show me the money, I'll show you a gun, motherfucker [01:44.53] SP'll spin the corner while you prolly within [01:47.25] I clap you, I clap him, and thats rule number one [01:49.84] Suckin my dick, and I dont give a fuck what you spit [01:52.18] Who you are, where you from, and who the fuck you can get [01:54.73] Cause I sell records, plus I got a jail record [01:57.62] Y'all niggaz ain't sayin shit until y'all bare weapons [02:00.14] And even when you dead, you can still fuckin get it [02:03.20] A nigga that'll smack ya, fuck around and clap ya [02:05.08] Styles P., your favorite rapper's favorite rapper [02:07.77] (Eve) [02:08.62] Aint no surprise niggaz, only fuck wit recognized niggaz [02:09.73] Babygirl want the world, gave ya pies niggaz [02:13.22] No tops, take em in all shape and size niggaz [02:15.51] No lie, prefer them ready do or die niggaz [02:18.29] What? What you want? cutey starin at me like [02:20.81] "Damn, where you from?" [02:22.93] You be comin at me like "Can I get some?" [02:24.27] Lick your lips for this brown sugar [02:26.15] Suck mine like a thumb, if you want, til I cum, uhhh [02:28.52] -Chorus- [02:38.32] (Drag-On) [02:38.98] I be the D-R, A-G, dash O-N, slash often Comma, burnin niggasz often [02:43.69] They call me Drag-On, I'm hot scorchin [02:46.20] Keep the block roastin Light a dutch wit the flames comin, toastin [02:48.83] In my eyes you could see what summer's holdin [02:51.46] Realizin, every guy I'll fry or dead rowdy [02:53.66] I burn to a degree of 130, and my gun dirty [02:55.99] Cause it got one bury, so you better run, hurry Or catch one early [02:58.52] You wrong, tryin to touch me, what type of shit you on? [03:01.58] You better through your boots on and your unflammable suits on [03:03.98] Cause I'm comin through wit a Yukon Black tinted wit gats in it [03:06.56] Catch you while you smokin, send your casket, throw the sack in it [03:09.13] But only half of it, cause y'all like half-ass dude [03:11.83] And we are one whole, and y'all niggaz is one slash two [03:13.84] My gun blast you, tryna out the flames, what're you, firemen? [03:16.77] You'll catch a hell of a Backdraft cause my fire retirin, aight then [03:19.45] (DMX) [03:20.99] Its my, survival instinct that keeps my head above the water [03:21.98] Everyday I show another how a lover slaughter [03:24.53] Flood your daughter, full of more holes than spurges [03:27.06] Taxin businessmen for stocks over lunches [03:30.30] Wit these, I shoot the breeze, and extort [03:31.67] Enough keys from the Cuban, to build a fuckin fort [03:34.28] Caught up in somethin that I cant control [03:37.01] Tryna get a hold of a bankroll, let's role [03:39.47] Catch bodies like a cold, and I stay slick so face it [03:42.30] Make me chase it, I take your life and erase it [03:44.65] Wasted, in the fuckin streets cause it ain't worth shit [03:47.74] The undertaker take your ass unbder the earth quick, [03:49.95] I Love money, but the scrambles hot [03:52.67] So i snatch up my man and the gamblin spot [03:54.77] Twenty grand is got, when niggaz shot, one nigga less [03:57.54] What used to be his chest is now a mess under his fuckin vest [04:00.37]