[Sheek]
Yo if gon' sleep on somethin, might as well be a bed

And if you gon' crack a ^!$$%, 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, ya punta muchacha

From the days in school, now a mother$#&@er 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 %#@!, 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 (*##$ you grabbed, Sheek bend em back

[Jadakiss]

Ayo I hope you aint tongue-kissin your spouse
Cause I be $#&@in her in the mouth
Type of ^!$$% buck at your house

Too slick, means she be suckin 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 ^!$$%z 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 %#@!, then listen to our %#@!
Ain't nuttin y'all !@$)gots could do but gossip
That's the reason now y'all ^!$$%z ain't got %#@!

Cause everytime I turn around y'all on the L.O.X. dick
^!$$%z thats narrow, I just smack em wit the barrel
Give it to em at the light, like Kane's cousin Harold


[Chorus: repeat 4X]


The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders

[Styles]

$#&@ you and your son, y'all low wit the scum
Show me the money, I'll show you a gun, mother$#&@er
SP'll spin the corner while you parle' with dun

I clap you, I clap him, and thats rule number one
Suckin my dick, and I dont give a $#&@ what you spit
Who you are, where you from, and who the $#&@ you can get

Cause I sell records, plus I got a jail record
Y'all ^!$$%z ain't sayin %#@! until y'all bare weapons
And even when you dead, you can still $#&@in get it

A ^!$$% that'll smack ya, $#&@ around and clap ya
Styles P., your favorite rapper's favorite rapper


[Eve]
Aint no surprise ^!$$%z, only $#&@ wit recognized ^!$$%z
Babygirl want the world, gave ya pies ^!$$%z

No tops, take em in all shape and size ^!$$%z
No lie, prefer them ready do or die ^!$$%z
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
Suck mine like a thumb, if you want, til I come, uh


[Chorus]


[Drag-On]
I be the D-R, A-G, dash O-N, slash often
Comma, burnin ^!$$%s 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 %#@! 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-ass dude
And we are one whole, and y'all ^!$$%z 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

[DMX]
Its my, survival instinct that keeps my head above the water

Everyday I show another how a I love a 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 $#&@in 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
Waste it, in the $#&@in streets cause it ain't worth %#@!
The undertaker take your $$# under the earth quick, I

Love money, but the scrambles hot
So i snatch up my man and the gamblin spot
Twenty grand is got, one ^!$$%z shot, one ^!$$% less
What used to be his chest is now a mess under his $#&@in vest