The Ruff Ryders lyrics

Artist  : Dj Clue 
Song : The Ruff Ryders



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[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