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Yo if gon' sleep on somethin, might as well be a bed |
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And if you gon' crack a nigga, might as well be a head |
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Cause if you targettin the l.o.x. you might as as well target a box |
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That you gon' sleep in for years, all covered wit rocks |
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Cause i think not, i pop shots, i double what y'all got |
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Ya hotshots aint got blocks, ?llabuta? muchacha |
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From the days in school, now a motherfucker rule |
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And i could drop my chain in court, yeah, keeps ya cool |
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That's how ice be, i'm priceless, the iciest |
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And i dont gotta wear fatigues to blow out your chest |
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My bullets thump when i'm laced in some fly shit, punk |
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The baby nine be on the daily, aint no poppin a trunk |
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But if i pop the trunk, its to hand you a rag |
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So you can wipe down the windows on the side of my jag |
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Must i brag? my shit paid for, yours tagged |
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And every bitch you grabbed, |
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Sheek bend em back |
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[jadakiss] |
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Ayo i hope you aint tongue-kissin your spouse |
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Cause i be fuckin her in the mouth |
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Type of nigga buck at your house |
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Too slick, means she be suckin my dick |
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And before you know it, i'ma have her stuffin my bricks |
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Jada, if i kiss you now, you'll die later |
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I been nice since niggaz was watchin movies on beta |
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Ready to clap, everybody givin me gats |
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Cause believe it or not, we be the ones settin the traps |
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You listen to y'all shit, then listen to our shit |
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Ain't nuttin y'all faggots could do but gossip |
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That's the reason now y'all niggaz ain't got shit |
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Cause everytime i turn around y'all on the l.o.x. dick |
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Niggaz thats narrow, i just smack em wit the barrel |
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Give it to em at the light, like kane's cousin abel |
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Chorus: repeat 4x the ruff ryders! (what?) the ruff ryders |
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[styles] |
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Fuck you and your son, y'all low wit the scum |
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Show me the money, i'll show you a gun, motherfucker |
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Sp'll spin the corner while you prolly within |
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I clap you, i clap him, and thats rule number one |
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Suckin my dick, and i dont give a fuck what you spit |
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Who you are, where you from, and who the fuck you can get |
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Cause i sell records, plus i got a jail record |
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Y'all niggaz ain't sayin shit until y'all bare weapons |
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And even when you dead, you can still fuckin get it |
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A nigga that'll smack ya, fuck around and clap ya |
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Styles p., your favorite rapper's favorite rapper |
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[eve] |
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Aint no surprise niggaz, only fuck wit recognized niggaz |
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Babygirl want the world, gave ya pies niggaz |
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No tops, take em in all shape and size niggaz |
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No lie, prefer them ready do or die niggaz |
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What? what you want? cutey starin at me like |
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"damn, where you from?" |
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You be comin at me like "can i get some?" |
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Lick your lips for this brown sugar |
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Suck mine like a thumb, if you want, til i cum, uhhh |
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-chorus- |
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[drag-on] |
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I be the d-r, a-g, dash o-n, slash often comma, burnin niggasz often |
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They call me drag-on, i'm hot scorchin |
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Keep the block roastin light a dutch wit the flames comin, toastin |
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In my eyes you could see what summer's holdin |
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Realizin, every guy i'll fry or dead rowdy |
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I burn to a degree of 130, and my gun dirty |
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Cause it got one bury, so you better run, hurry or catch one early |
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You wrong, tryin to touch me, what type of shit you on? |
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You better through your boots on and your unflammable suits on |
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Cause i'm comin through wit a yukon black tinted wit gats in it |
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Catch you while you smokin, send your casket, throw the sack in it |
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But only half of it, cause y'all like half-ass dude |
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And we are one whole, and y'all niggaz is one slash two |
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My gun blast you, tryna out the flames, what're you, firemen? |
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You'll catch a hell of a backdraft cause my fire retirin, aight then |
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[dmx] |
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Its my, survival instinct that keeps my head above the water |
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Everyday i show another how a lover slaughter |
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Flood your daughter, full of more holes than spurges |
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Taxin businessmen for stocks over lunches |
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Wit these, i shoot the breeze, and extort |
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Enough keys from the cuban, to build a fuckin fort |
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Caught up in somethin that i cant control |
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Tryna get a hold of a bankroll, let's role |
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Catch bodies like a cold, and i stay slick so face it |
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Make me chase it, i take your life and erase it |
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Wasted, in the fuckin streets cause it ain't worth shit |
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The undertaker take your ass unbder the earth quick, |
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I love money, but the scrambles hot |
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So i snatch up my man and the gamblin spot |
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Twenty grand is got, when niggaz shot, one nigga less |
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What used to be his chest is now a mess under his fuckin vest |
