ruffest ryders

dmx

the present!

yo

yo

yo!

ayo if gon' sleep on somethin

might as well be a bed

and if you gon' crack a nigga

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 ain't got blocks

llabuta muchacha

from the days in school

now a motherfucker 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 don't gotta wear fatigues to blow out your chest

my bullets thump when i'm laced in some fly shit

punk

the baby nine be on the daily

ain't 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 shit paid for

yours tagged

and every bitch you grabbed

sheek bend em back

ayo i hope you aint tongue-kissin your spouse

cause i be makin love in her in the mouth

type of cat 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 people was watchin movies on beta

ready to clap

everybody givin me that

cause believe it or not

we be the ones settin the traps

you listen to y'all hits

then listen to our hits

ain't nuttin y'all cowards could do but gossip

that's the reason now y'all players ain't got chips

cause everytime i turn around y'all on the l.o.x. dick

niggaz thats narrow

i just smack em wit the barrel

give it to em at the light

like kane's cousin abel

the ruff ryders! the ruff ryders!

the ruff ryders! the ruff ryders!

the ruff ryders! the ruff ryders!

the ruff ryders! the ruff ryders!

catch you and your son

ya know when its done

show me the money

i show you a gun

cocksucka!

sp'll spin corner while you party with dun

i clap you i clap him

and thats rule number one

suckin' my clip!

and i don't give a hell what you spit

who you are

where you from

and who the hell you can get

cuz i sell records

plus i got a jail record

ya niggas ain't sayin' shhhh until ya'll bare weapons

i'm 3 years older than 20

holdin a henney

can rip a dolla bill but cant fold up a penny

wanna murder styles cocksucka load up the semi

i'm at your baby mom house

on the steps climbed out

like you played the don out

bout to rip your arms out

you done screwed up and did it

tryin to act like you with it

came two in ur short sleeves

three in your fitted

and even when you dead

you can still flinch and get it

a ryda that'll smack ya

cock back and clap ya

styles p ya favorite rappers favorite rapper

aint no surprise killaz

only fuck wit recognized killaz

babygirl want the world

gave ya pies killaz

no tops

take em in all shape and size niggaz

no lie

prefer them ready do or die killaz

what? what you want? cutey starin at me like

damn