The Ruff Ryders Lyrics

The Ruff Ryders lyrics

[Featuring DMX Drag On Eve The Lox]
Yo if you gonna sleep on
somthing
Might as well be a bed
And if your gonna crack shit
Might as
well be a head
Cuz if you targeting the LOX you might as well target a
box
That you gonna sleep in for years all covered with rocks
Cuz I think
not I pop shots I double what yall got
Ya hot shots and got blocks ya punta
muchacha
I'm the days of school, I muther fucking rule
I drive my chain
and cork ya and keep it cool
Thats the ice B. I'm pricless. The
iciest
And I dont gotta wear fatigues to blow out your chest
My bullets
thump when I lace this fly shit pump
And baby I be on it yearly aint no
poppin the trunk
But if I, pop the trunk its to hear your rag
Shit just
wipe down my windows,on the side of my jag
Must I brag, my whip paid for,
yours tagged
And every chick you grab, Sheek been done bagged
Yo I hope
you aint tounge kissing your spouse
Cuz I be making love in her
mouth
Type of cat that fuck at your house
Too slick? Mean she be buckin'
my tip
And before you know it, I'mma have her suckin' my dick
Jada, if I
kiss you now, you die later
Been nice, since people was watchin' movies on
beta
Ready to clap, everybody giving me dap
And belive it or not, we be
the ones setting the trap
Listen to yall shit. Then listen to our
hits
Aint nothing yall cowards could do, got this
Thats the reason now,
yall players aint got shit
Cuz every time I turn around, yall
arrested
For those thats narrow, I just smack them with the barrel
Give
it to them after night, like Kains cousin Harold
The RUFF RYDERS
(WHAT?)
THE RUFF RYDERS
x4
Cut you and your son
Ya know when its
done
Show me the money, I show you a gun
POP SUCKER
SB'll spin corner
while I party with dun
I clap you I clap him, and thats rule number
one
Suckin' my clip
And I dont give a hell what you spit
Who you are,
where you from, and who the hell you can get
Cuz I sell records, and I got a
jail record
Ya niggas aint sayin' shit till yall bare weapons
And even
when your dead, you can still flinch and get it
I ride about and smack you,
cock back and clap you
Styles be ya favorite rappers favorite rapper
Aint
no surprize niggas, only run with recognized niggas
Baby girl, want the
world? Shuger pie niggas
No tops, take em in all shape and size niggas
No
lie, prefer them ready Do or Die niggas
What, what you want
Cutie starin
at me like "Damn, where you from?"
You be comin at me, like "Can I get
some?"
Lick your lips from this brown sugar
Suck me like a thumb if you
want till I cum
Hook
I be the D R, A G, dash O N
Slash often comma
makin niggas orphan
They call me Drag-On. I'm hot scortchin'
Keep the
block roastin'
Like dutch when the flame comes a toastin'
In my eyes you
can see what summers holdin'
Realize, any guy, broad day, rider
I burn to
a degree of 130 my gun dirty
Cuz I got one burby, so you better run
hurry
Or catch one early
You wrong, tryin' to touch me
what type of
shit you on?
You better throw your boots on, and your unflameable suits
on
Cuz I'm comin' through in a Yukon
Black tinted with gats in
it
Catch you while you smokin', send your casket with a sack in it
Thats
only half of it
Cuz yall are half ass yo
Cuz we one whole and yall
niggas, is one slash two
My gun blast you
Tryin out the flames. Are your
firemen?
And catch one hell of a back draft,
cuz my fire reach higher
than
Its my, survival instinct that keeps my head above the water
Every
day I show another how I love a slaughter
Plug your daughter
Whith more
holes than swiss cheese
Attack the bitch and stop for the leach
With
these, I shoot the breeze
And its thought, enough keys from the cubans to
build a fucking fort
I'm caught up in somthing that I cant control
Trying
to get a hold of a bank role and stroll
Catch bodies like a cold. And stay
sick
So face it, make me chase it, I take your life and erase it
Waste
it, in the fucking streets
Cuz It aint worth shit(a)
The undertaker take
your ass under the earth
Quicker, I love money, but the scam is hot
So I
snatch up my man and hit the gambling spot
20 grand is got, one shot and you
got less
What use to his chest, is a mess under his fucking vest