I'm a Ruff Ryder

f/ Jadakiss

[Styles - Verse One]

Talk, Holiday Styles, S-P or whatever you choose

A pound of weed, four guns and a liter of booze

Whup you niggas out they shoes, what

Come and fuck with me, I can guarantee you'll be makin

a lose

P flows like NO NIGGA, twenty-six but I'm a old nigga

Don't make me fuck around and show niggas

How to leave a room flat, twenty niggas dead

No money, no jewels, bullets in they head

Ain't a nigga you know could fuck with the god

I said that was just a hobby, gun bust in the job

But the sickest niggas out is the bitchest niggas out

And I could take em on the street and straight whip em

in the house

Come through in the prettiest Porshe, the grittiest

morse

State gotta talk till the city get hoarse

I'm the icin on the cake, gangsta of the state

Guns, money you wait, who you fuckin wit dawg?

[Chorus - Jadakiss]

Uh, I'm a Ruff Ryder

Weed smokin, gun totin' heroin supplier

I'm a Ruff Ryder

On the low dawg, no phone calls, got my shit wired

I'm a Ruff Ryder

Bust for my niggas, shh, hush for my niggas, all of us

survivors

I'm a Ruff Ryder

You got a gun on you, I got a gun on me, both of us

could fire

[Styles - Verse Two]

You'll steal with the tension and stress

Understand I'm from the School of Hard Knock and my

suspension is death

I keep the P-89 twenty shot in the coat

Better squeeze soon as you see me, you plottin to loat

I'm a little more than itchy

Motherfucker, when it's time to splatter your mask I

burst your kidneys

So go head and get your sons on me

Like I give a fuck, like I'm givin up I got four guns

on me

Get down and dirty, all time aloney

I leave your brains on your block all around your

homies

Live by the code of honor, stay holdin armor

I treat beef like a album I could poke a drama

Stay bustin a hammer, sweatin a smile

And I make sure these motherfuckers'll regret while

I'm wildin

I'm the hustler on the block

With money on his mind and some bricks in his hand, P

can't be stopped, what

[Chorus - Jadakiss]

[Styles - Verse Three]

You're dealin with the ghost of the past

You could sleep if you want, and get fucked with this

toast in your ass

I'm the gangsta and a gentleman, I hope you the best

And tell them clear the front seat and then choke you

to death

Throw the gun to the chair try to open your chest

Get blood on the driver's face, window and dash

Burn the car with the body in it, bring you the ash

I get down on yo head like I'm Sigel the cold

That nigga sniffed up yo coat I could bring you his

nose

If he stole money from you P could bring you his hands

The nigga talk too much I bring the ears of his fans

Need weed to calm down, need money to leave light

Fuck a watch cause my time is tickin

Fuck a chain I'm already hangin

Fuck a gang I'm already bangin

Robbin niggas is my only form of steady payment

Play it sweet I might be in your house

L-O-X black mob Holiday and I'm out

What...bitch?

[Chorus - Jadakiss]

Uh, I'm a Ruff Ryder

Weed smokin, gun totin' heroin supplier

I'm a Ruff Ryder

On the low dawg, no phone calls, got my shit wired

I'm a Ruff Ryder

Bust for my niggas, shh, hush for my niggas, all of us

survivors

I'm a Ruff Ryder

You got a gun on you, I got a gun on me, both of us

could fire

I'm a Ruff Ryder

Weed smokin, gun totin' heroin supplier

I'm a Ruff Ryder

On the low dawg, no phone calls, got my shit wired

I'm a Ruff Ryder

Bust for my niggas, shh, hush for my niggas, all of us

survivors

I'm a Ruff Ryder

You got a gun on you, I got a gun on me, both of us

could fire

I'm a Ruff Ryder, uhh, faggots