STYLES lyrics : "I'm A Ruff Ryder"
Talk, Holiday Styles, S-P or whatever you choose
A pound of weed, four guns and a liter of booze
Whup you ^!$$%s out they shoes, what
Come and $#&@ with me, I can guarantee you'll be makin a lose
P flows like NO !#$%, twenty-six but I'm a old ^!$$%
Don't make me $#&@ around and show ^!$$%s
How to leave a room flat, twenty ^!$$%s dead
No money, no jewels, bullets in they head
Ain't a ^!$$% you know could $#&@ with the god
I said that was just a hobby, gun bust in the job
But the sickest ^!$$%s out is the (*##$est ^!$$%s out
And I could take em on the street and straight whip em in the
house
Come through in the prettiest Porshe, the grittiest morse
State gotta talk till the city get hoarse
I'm the icin on the cake, gangsta of the state
Guns, money you wait, who you $#&@in wit dawg?
[Chorus - Jadakiss]
Uh, I'm a Ruff Ryder
Weed smokin, gun totin' !@(% supplier
I'm a Ruff Ryder
On the low dawg, no phone calls, got my %#@! wired
I'm a Ruff Ryder
Bust for my ^!$$%s, shh, hush for my ^!$$%s, all of us
survivors
I'm a Ruff Ryder
You got a gun on you, I got a gun on me, both of us could
fire
[Styles - Verse Two]
You'll steal with the tension and stress
Understand I'm from the School of Hard Knock and my suspension
is death
I keep the P-89 twenty shot in the coat
Better squeeze soon as you see me, you plottin to loat
I'm a little more than itchy
Mother$#&@er, when it's time to splatter your mask I burst your
kidneys
So go head and get your sons on me
Like I give a $#&@, like I'm givin up I got four guns on me
Get down and dirty, all time aloney
I leave your brains on your block all around your homies
Live by the code of honor, stay holdin armor
I treat beef like a album I could poke a drama
Stay bustin a hammer, sweatin a smile
And I make sure these mother$#&@ers'll regret while I'm
wildin
I'm the hustler on the block
With money on his mind and some bricks in his hand, P can't be
stopped, what
[Chorus - Jadakiss]
[Styles - Verse Three]
You're dealin with the ghost of the past
You could sleep if you want, and get $#&@ed with this toast in
your $$#
I'm the gangsta and a gentleman, I hope you the best
And tell them clear the front seat and then choke you to
death
Throw the gun to the chair try to open your chest
Get blood on the driver's 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 ^!$$% sniffed up yo coat I could bring you his nose
If he stole money from you P could bring you his hands
The ^!$$% talk too much I bring the ears of his fans
Need weed to calm down, need money to leave light
$#&@ a watch cause my time is tickin
$#&@ a chain I'm already hangin
$#&@ a gang I'm already bangin
Robbin ^!$$%s is my only form of steady payment
Play it sweet I might be in your house
L-O-X black mob Holiday and I'm out
What...(*##$?
[Chorus - Jadakiss]
Uh, I'm a Ruff Ryder
Weed smokin, gun totin' !@(% supplier
I'm a Ruff Ryder
On the low dawg, no phone calls, got my %#@! wired
I'm a Ruff Ryder
Bust for my ^!$$%s, shh, hush for my ^!$$%s, all of us
survivors
I'm a Ruff Ryder
You got a gun on you, I got a gun on me, both of us could
fire
I'm a Ruff Ryder
Weed smokin, gun totin' !@(% supplier
I'm a Ruff Ryder
On the low dawg, no phone calls, got my %#@! wired
I'm a Ruff Ryder
Bust for my ^!$$%s, shh, hush for my ^!$$%s, 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, !@$)gots
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